Saturation

They left me, leaving my house on fire, me running round ---
Got out through the window.
While clinging to the skirts of fate
Was not my idea of fun
Ill jump to it gladly.
The town was filled with smoke and hate.
Came to my senses just too late
To realize that all I ever owned
Was borrowed. I thanked them for having shown
Me that nothing ever really belongs to anyone.
They burned my books and they broke my car,
And gave the dog to a man who used him for breeding.
They felled my trees and they tramped flowers and threw
The kitten into my new pool.
The same things done to other men had made them run away from the city.
This being the case, I joined them there and breathing air spent
The night with these new friends.

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Spiral

Kilometers from nowhere on a scented avenue -
Lined with poppy girls.
I didnt stop, stop to say hello.
Curious vendors - waving bric-a-brac -
Looked me over -
Thought it best, best that I should go.
Dont wake me: Im falling.
Slow spiral into morning.
Whos out there? cant hear you.
Ears covered - early warning.
Alarm bells ringing.
Time to make my peace with the dreary day.
I waited atbles - I was tipped in roubles.
Wine to water
Was the best that I could do.
Wild office parties split the silence.
Loaves and fishes at an empty table laid for two.
Down the spiral, spinning madly.
Gathering momentum
On a disneyesque adventure ride.

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Radio Free Moscow

Tune into messages
From the eastern avenue.
Lock on to the ether ---
Squeeze the signal through and through.
War of the air-waves
Making scare-waves.
Im getting pictures
From my radio (free moscow).
Moscow radio.
Voice of america ---
Symbol of the free.
Mine of disinformation
Pleading sympathy.
Down in the cold-war games
Forever naming names.
Im getting pictures
From my radio (free moscow).
Keep getting pictures
From my radio (free moscow).
I put my headphones on ---

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Son

Oh, I feel sympathy. be grateful my son for what you get.
Expression and passion. ten days for watching the sunset;
When I was your age amusement we made for ourselves.
''permission to breathe sir, dont talk like that, Im your old man.
Theyll soon be demobbed son, so join up as soon as you can.
You cant borrow that
'cos thats for the races and doesnt grow on trees.
I only feel what touches me
And feel in touching I can see
A better state to be in.
Who has the right
To question what I might do,
In feeling I should touch the real
And only things I feel.
Its advice and its nice to know when youre best advised.
Youve only turned thirty, so son, youd better apologize.
And when you grow up, if youre good
We will buy you a bike.

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... & The Mouse Police Never Sleeps

Muscled, black with steel-green eye
Swishing through the rye grass
With thoughts of mouse-and-apple pie.
Tail balancing at half-mast.
...and the mouse police never sleeps ---
Lying in the cherry tree.
Savage bed foot-warmer of purest feline ancestry.
Look out, little furry folk!
Hes the all-night working cat.
Eats but one in every ten ---
Leaves the others on the mat.
...and the mouse police never sleeps ---
Waiting by the cellar door.
Window-box town crier;
Birth and death registrar.
With claws that rake a furrow red ---
Licensed to multilate.
From warm milk on a lazy day
To dawn patrol on hungry hate.
...no, the mouse police never sleeps ---

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...and The Mouse Police Never Sleeps

Muscled, black with steel-green eye
Swishing through the rye grass
With thoughts of mouse-and-apple pie.
Tail balancing at half-mast.
...and the mouse police never sleeps ---
Lying in the cherry tree.
Savage bed foot-warmer of purest feline ancestry.
Look out, little furry folk!
He's the all-night working cat.
Eats but one in every ten ---
Leaves the others on the mat.
...and the mouse police never sleeps ---
Waiting by the cellar door.
Window-box town crier;
Birth and death registrar.
With claws that rake a furrow red ---
Licensed to multilate.
From warm milk on a lazy day
To dawn patrol on hungry hate.
...no, the mouse police never sleeps ---

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Gold-tipped Boots, Black Jacket & Tie

Im banered and bruised. I got lines I cant use.
My head wont deliver. well, Im sold down the river.
But Im turning again.
Yes, 'n Im turning again.
Well, Im turning again.
And Im turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
Well, Ive been second to none:
This horse was ready to run.
Now Im has-been and used:
Disarmed and de-fused
But Im turning again.
And Im turning again.
Yes, 'n Im turning again.
Im turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
Im egg over-easy
And Im washing-up squeezy.
Appliance for sale:
Fat wind in my sail

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Up To Me

Take you to the cinema
And leave you in a wimpy bar --
You tell me that weve gone to far --
Come running up to me.
Make the scene at cousin jacks --
Leave him put the bottles back --
Mends his glasses that I cracked --
Well that ones up to me.
Buy a silver cloud to ride --
Pack the tennis club inside --
Trouser cuffs hung far too wide --
Well it was up to me.
Tyres down on your bicicle --
Your nose feels like an icicle --
The yellow fingered smoky girl
Is looking up to me.
Well Im a common working man
With a half of bitter -- bread and jam
And if it pleases me Ill put one on you man --
When the copper fades away.

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Locomotive Breath

In the shuffling madess
Of the locomotive breath,
Runs the all-time loser,
Headlong to his death.
He feels the piston scraping --
Steam breaking on his brow --
Old charlie stole the handle and
The train wont stop going --
No way to slow down.
He sees his children jumping off
At the stations -- one by one.
His woman and his best friend --
In bed and having fun.
Hes crawling down the corridor
On his hands and knees --
Old charlie stole the handle and
The train wont stop going --
No way to slow down.
He hears the silence howling --
Catches angels as they fall.

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Sleeping With The Dog

Her love is like a candle: you light it up at night.
Her heart is like a pack of cards: one chance to guess it right.
Sometimes I do.
Shes got a tongue like a viper, but she can whisper like a dove.
Soft touch like brushed velvet: till she hits you from above.
And sometimes she does.
She leaves me breathing: down like a fallen log.
Just when I feel like dancing
I wake up sleeping with the dog.
And it goes: (woof) sleeping with the dog.
I have to guess at the mysteries of her unfathomable soul.
Guess when the time seems right
To make a broken spirit whole
And that time is due. cmon.
She leaves me breathing: down like a fallen log
And just when I feel like dancing
I wake up sleeping with the dog.
And it goes: (woof) sleeping with the dog.

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