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Vegans in Space

Those Vegans in space

they are so gravity free,

no animals there

to suffer cruelty.

Vegans in space

just floating around

considering their options

for reaching the ground.

All those comedy shows from long ago on the radio… – a song.

(Aka ‘I still hear your voice’)

I still hear your voice

on the radio,

though you died, in reality,

a long time ago,

a-ah-hah!

a-ah-hah.

This Mexican Song

This is a Mexican song, allegedly about two brothers, both firemen in La Fiuerro del Servicio de Mechico Nationale (the Mexican National Fire Service); twins they were, and no one could tell them apart – sometimes they even confused themselves as to whom was whom.

One brother, we shall call him José, was the oldest by a matter of minutes, the other… Joseby was the younger by a similar amount of minutes.

I give you ‘Chihuahua!’

In Cornwall…

In Cornwall…

At half-past-two

the sky is blue

there’s not a cloud to see;

by half-past three

it rains on me,

and it also rains on you.

Which is the sort

of thing we get…

in Cornwall.

We go for a drive

down narrow lanes,

in our shiny motor car,

but the lane is only

just

wider than we are;

and then we have to factor

in the meeting of a tractor,

and reversing is all we seem to do,

Which is just the sort

of thing we get…

in Cornwall.

But, we love living here…

in Cornwall.

In Cornwall

we spend our nights and days,

for Cornwall

has its own special ways,

forever want to stay…

in Cornwall.

Social Distancing – a song

Imagine if you lived

in a first-floor flat,

a first-floor flat,

a first-floor flat,

imagine if you lived

in a first-floor flat

and you couldn’t use the lift.

Imagine if you lived

in a fourth-floor flat,

a fourth-floor flat,

a fourth-floor flat,

imagine if you lived

in a fourth-floor flat

and you couldn’t use the lift.

Imagine if you lived

in a fifth-floor flat,

a fifth-floor flat,

a fifth-floor flat,

imagine if you lived

in a fifth-floor flat

and you couldn’t use the lift.

Imagine if you lived

in a fifty-fifth-floor flat,

a fifty-fifth-floor flat,

a fifty-fifth-floor flat,

imagine if you lived

in a fifty-fifth-floor flat

and you couldn’t use the lift.

Imagine if you lived

in times like these –

ah…no need to imagine

because we do.

Fervour – a (love?) song.

I’ll be yours…

fervour;

on these shores…

fervour;

on all fours…

fervour,

and a day.

The Pink Punk Geese Honk – a song.

This is about a song called: The Pink Punk Geese Honk.

Fantastic title, but the lyrics are only the title chanted at opportune moments throughout the song; so, largely an instrumental song, akin to ‘Mouldy Old Dough’ by Lieutenant Pigeon back in the 70s.

In a punk style (unsurprisingly) you can play this song in a fast-paced tempo, utilising a ‘honk!’ or two – if you like.

It’s a lovely day – a song.

It’s a lovely day

It’s a lovely day

for someone

but not me;

it’s raining on my head

and blowing a hooley;

I’m sure that I can see

that it’s a lovely day

for someone

but not me.

It’s a lovely day

somewhere

but not here;

It’s hailstorms, rain, and thunder

causing fear;

and I’m hearing in my ear,

that it’s a lovely day

somewhere

but not here.

Trelawny (Song of the Western Men) for St. Piran’s Day 5th March.

Lyrics by Robert Stephen Hawker (1804–1875)

A good sword and a trusty hand,

A merry heart and true!

King James’s men shall understand

What Cornish lads can do.

And have they fixed the where and when?

And shall Trelawny die?

Here’s twenty thousand Cornish men

Will know the reason why!

And shall Trelawney live?

Or shall Trelawney die?

Here’s twenty thousand Cornish men

Will know the reason why!

Out spake their Captain brave and bold:

A merry wight was he:

“If London Tower were Michael’s hold,

We’ll set Trelawney free!

We’ll cross the Tamar, land to land,

The Severn is no stay:

With ‘one and all’, and hand in hand,

And who shall bid us nay?”

And shall Trelawney live?

Or shall Trelawney die?

Here’s twenty thousand Cornish men

Will know the reason why!

“And when we come to London Wall,

A pleasent sight to view,

Come forth! come forth ye cowards all,

Here’s men as good as you!

Trelawney he’s in keep and hold:

Trelawney he may die:

But twenty thousand Cornish bold

Will know the reason why!”

And shall Trelawney live?

Or shall Trelawney die?

Here’s twenty thousand Cornish men

Will know the reason why!

Sometimes, I write songs (too)

Sometimes, I write songs,

though they never right the wrongs;

it’s just a rite of passage

I have to go through.