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Nobody Likes Me 😥

Posted on July 12, 2019 by | 2 comments

Nobody Likes Me 😢

Nobody likes me,

everybody hates me,

just ‘cause I eat words;

long thin hairy ones,

short fat juicy ones,

bite all the sense off,

take all the meaning out,

is what I do with words.

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Rebel Rebel

Posted on July 9, 2019 by | Leave a comment

Rebel Rebel

I’ve got my Monday socks on,

on a Friday:

I’m a rebel,

I’m a rebel.

I told you it was Friday,

when it’s really Saturday:

I’m a rebel,

I’m a rebel.

In actual fact

it’s a Monday

I’m a rebel,

I’m a rebel.

and I’m not wearing any socks –

I’m a rebel,

I’m a rebel,

I’m a fib-telling,

non-sock-wearing,

little rebel.

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The Stranded Car

Posted on July 1, 2019 by | Leave a comment

The Stranded Car

A dirty, white car

in a field of dreams;

“Needs a good wash!”

the owner screams.

Farmer Ginty is none too pleased

he didn’t want a car

and his field diseased,

with petroleum, oil, and a life of grime;

but the occupants were up

for a real good time;

the stereo was pumping,

bumper and grind;

and N-Joy meant

to lose his mind;

‘The Passenger’ blared

from the vehicle stranded;

the locals thought that the Aliens

had been and landed.

And Iggy led the passengers of that car

in a:

‘la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la.’

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The Tale of My Banjo – a song

Posted on June 25, 2019 by | Leave a comment

The Tale of My Banjo – a song

I got a banjo

but I just don’t play it

and the people

they love me for that;

then one day

I opened up the case,

grabbed my banjo

and strummed it’s face

and the people

they didn’t like that;

they cut my strings

with a pair of pliers,

said they didn’t

but they’re all liars,

and the people

they were not bothered.

I got a banjo

I do not play it

because the people

snipped my strings.

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I sing to the cows

Posted on June 24, 2019 by | Leave a comment

I sing to the cows

(Please do try singing to your local cows, horses, goats, pigs, llamas, etceteras, etc.)

I sing to the cows,

they don’t mock me, and say,

“Have you ever tried rhyming,

or miming away’;

then they thank me for singing,

‘Please have a nice day,ay,ay.’

And I say,

‘How now, brown cow,

how are you today?

You munch on the grass,

time does pass,

and then you’ll move away.

How now, black and white cow,

how are things with you?

Is it a day

for sitting down,

there on the morning dew?

I sing to the cows,

they don’t mock me, and say,

“Have you ever tried rhyming,

or miming away’;

then they thank me for singing,

‘Please have a nice day,ay,ay.’

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#CornwallTilTheEnd

Posted on June 22, 2019 by | Leave a comment

#CornwallTilTheEnd

Intro Am F C G

Am F

Now listen here my friend

C G

to these words I have to say;

Am. F

and let us not pretend

C. G

that the truth will go away.

Dm

I am here,

Am

and here I’ll stay;

C G

in Cornwall, ‘til the end.

Am. F

I don’t know why the family went away;

C

but, now I’m back,

G

I am here

Am

in Cornwall,

F C G

for forever, and a day.

Am F

I don’t know why the family went away;

C

but, now I’m back, I am here,

G

and I am here to stay…

Am

in Cornwall, in Cornwall…

F C G

for forever, and a day.

Dm

I am here,

Am

and here I’ll stay;

C G

in Cornwall, ‘til the end.

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A New Bulb, Yesterday – a song

Posted on June 21, 2019 by | Leave a comment

A New Bulb, Yesterday – a song

(Chords to be sorted in a future life, for now just use Am/F followed by C/D/G)

You put a new bulb in yesterday;

it was a coloured bulb, not white;;

and now I really have to say,

that things have changed, been rearranged,

and things just don’t seem right –

why did you do that?

I never thought you would,

never thought you might…

You put a new bulb in yesterday,

it was a coloured bulb, not white;

and now, I see you,

in a different light.

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