There is a quiet noise,
A silence I can hear.
Is it the sound of
Nothing-ever-happens,
Buzzing in my ears?
Gentle and sweet air,
That comes in from the sea,
Greets me and beckons,
All to share.
Birds chatter and tweet,
A most silvery silk and slip,
To where they fly is light,
and call each one,
every other one does.
From where I sit,
Here at my desk,
Typing click and clatters,
and outside cold
falls on my skin.
© Cosmic 2011
Wednesday, 18 May 2011
Saturday, 26 February 2011
Teeth of Perception
Teeth of Perception
Teeth are doors
which slam on our food
and chew it.
More people have teeth than parrots,
More parrots have people than teeth.
More people have teeth than parrots,
More parrots have people than teeth.
I'm quite sure that I will find
A new way of looking at life,
through drawing teeth.
Soul of ever more hardy earth,
Man has blood, bones and teeth.
More people have teeth than parrots,
More parrots have people than teeth.
More people have teeth than parrots,
More parrots have people than teeth.
Give in to your teeth..
Life bites.
Teeth are where it's at.
Spoken: If the teeth of perception were cleansed
Everything would appear to man as it is,
Minty.
©Cosmic 2011
Teeth are doors
which slam on our food
and chew it.
More people have teeth than parrots,
More parrots have people than teeth.
More people have teeth than parrots,
More parrots have people than teeth.
I'm quite sure that I will find
A new way of looking at life,
through drawing teeth.
Soul of ever more hardy earth,
Man has blood, bones and teeth.
More people have teeth than parrots,
More parrots have people than teeth.
More people have teeth than parrots,
More parrots have people than teeth.
Give in to your teeth..
Life bites.
Teeth are where it's at.
Spoken: If the teeth of perception were cleansed
Everything would appear to man as it is,
Minty.
©Cosmic 2011
Fly away
Fly away
Climb through the clouds
I'm taking you out
Up, up and away
Lets fly away
Climb to the sun
Take the staircase and run
It's holiday time
Lets fly away
Climb to the moon
There's a lift due at noon
I'm dreaming you're here
Lets fly away
Climb up to space
and show Venus your face
stars twinkle all day
Lets fly away
©Cosmic 2011
Climb through the clouds
I'm taking you out
Up, up and away
Lets fly away
Climb to the sun
Take the staircase and run
It's holiday time
Lets fly away
Climb to the moon
There's a lift due at noon
I'm dreaming you're here
Lets fly away
Climb up to space
and show Venus your face
stars twinkle all day
Lets fly away
©Cosmic 2011
Feelings Man
Feelings Man
Bitchin rain,
Pitching down on my head
the harder it falls
the harder it falls
Feelings Man sits and cries
Nobody asks him why
Feelings man just sees all day
But no one looks his way
Feelings man hears sounds of nature
Calling him in the cold cold night
But nobody listens to feelings man
They just keep getting on by...
he says
Chorus:
Don't fear the end isn't near
Just get by with each other
In a hundred years we'll all be gone
Just get on with each other
He stopped his car
A hill at his feet
He climbed onto the roof and sang out
to the city and dogs in the street
His heart grew heavy
It started to rain
and feeings Man sang
to the city again
But this time he sang louder
so more people heard
and the more that he sang
the less they all feared
Chorus:
Don't cry the end aint nigh
Just get by with your brother
Two thousand years is nothing at all
Just get on with each other
©Cosmic 2011
Bitchin rain,
Pitching down on my head
the harder it falls
the harder it falls
Feelings Man sits and cries
Nobody asks him why
Feelings man just sees all day
But no one looks his way
Feelings man hears sounds of nature
Calling him in the cold cold night
But nobody listens to feelings man
They just keep getting on by...
he says
Chorus:
Don't fear the end isn't near
Just get by with each other
In a hundred years we'll all be gone
Just get on with each other
He stopped his car
A hill at his feet
He climbed onto the roof and sang out
to the city and dogs in the street
His heart grew heavy
It started to rain
and feeings Man sang
to the city again
But this time he sang louder
so more people heard
and the more that he sang
the less they all feared
Chorus:
Don't cry the end aint nigh
Just get by with your brother
Two thousand years is nothing at all
Just get on with each other
©Cosmic 2011
Maiya
Maiya
intro
Chorus:
Maiya calls out, shes too far away
ill never find her
Maiya why are we here?
why are we here at all?
Maiya shes too close to believe you
you'll never meet her
Maiya turn around
why are we here at all?
nothing makes sense but in open air busses
and mystery tours visit ruins all day
the guest house madam shows movies
to truckers who pay for food
then drive away
Chorus:
Solo:
Chorus:
small town fall town
the blues has my stall pitched
it's business unusual once more
for the first time today
two beggars sat watching
the groupies who left
in Bentleys, they swapped
for bottles of rum
they cackle and reel and find
something to steal
to harbor the pain
til the storm passes by
Chorusx2
outro
© Cosmic 2011
intro
Chorus:
Maiya calls out, shes too far away
ill never find her
Maiya why are we here?
why are we here at all?
Maiya shes too close to believe you
you'll never meet her
Maiya turn around
why are we here at all?
nothing makes sense but in open air busses
and mystery tours visit ruins all day
the guest house madam shows movies
to truckers who pay for food
then drive away
Chorus:
Solo:
Chorus:
small town fall town
the blues has my stall pitched
it's business unusual once more
for the first time today
two beggars sat watching
the groupies who left
in Bentleys, they swapped
for bottles of rum
they cackle and reel and find
something to steal
to harbor the pain
til the storm passes by
Chorusx2
outro
© Cosmic 2011
Sunday, 23 January 2011
Suit
Where is my suit?
I wore it last year.
Anniversary of the
First year's bursary.
Description: Cold.
Taste: Fresh.
Movement: Lucid
I can't tell if I
Meant it
or dreamt it.
But when I got here,
I put the kettle on,
Ate and drank,
And stayed for Tea.
© Cosmic 2011
I wore it last year.
Anniversary of the
First year's bursary.
Description: Cold.
Taste: Fresh.
Movement: Lucid
I can't tell if I
Meant it
or dreamt it.
But when I got here,
I put the kettle on,
Ate and drank,
And stayed for Tea.
© Cosmic 2011
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