Donald Pleasence
won’t eat pheasants
now he’s dead;
and, when alive, he was a Vegan,
so he ate beans instead –
I may have made that up,
it’s the sort of thing I do,
I’m a writer, and a poet,
and a singer,
‘How d’you do?’
Say, ‘Ling!’
Ling?
Ling!
Ling!
We are saying ‘Ling!’
across the water
then home again.
This is a song that I wrote, based upon my experiences, when I was travelling in Brazil on my ‘Mind the Gap’ year, it’s called ‘Eusébio’’
(use slow, sad chords)
Eusébio,
I say, ‘Natural odour’.
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.
(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 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…
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.
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.
I’ll be yours…
fervour;
on these shores…
fervour;
on all fours…
fervour,
and a day.
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