Mix of songs and poems

THE GOAT BOY INN

I was hammered one night with my head in the loo of my friday night local
I'd thrown up most of my night
And the feeling was enhanced by a shocking sight

A man of the cloth
So eager by the trophs . . .
(And a scholar was there with him too)
I tried my damnedest not to make a sound as one gave the other a reach-around

And the bell it never rings
It never rings it never rings
No last orders

No last orders

One struck a pose as a mouth drew a close and my hand - it smothered mine!
As my feet crept upon the porcelain bowl
"Salaam alaikum" and "god bless your soul"

Oh we're just in love
We're just in love
We're just in love
No pictures please

No autographs please.

So then it was time to return the favour as one cried out the others savior
A thrust of his hips and I suddenly slipped
As one caressed the others crucifix

Oh, don't run
just come and join us
Come and join us
Come and join us
Oh, just come

Ho, just come

So I returned to the bar and got high with Bill Hicks while Lennon strummed his guitar with Jimi Hendrix

The turn of the night was Richard Pryor on the tele was Marlon Brando in a Street car named desire

Desire
Desire
Desire
Oh, desire

And the bell it never rings
It never rings it never rings
No last orders

It never rings
It never rings
No last orders please

MEMORIES

Memories
Fading memories
But not everything fades away
No, no, no such fund memories
Do you remember the day?

I waved;
Goodbye friend’s goodbye school
Farewell teachers and your silly rules
Here I laughed and I cried
I fought my battles and I told some lies
(And then they kicked me out)

We ran through the halls
And down the corridors
Without a care in the world
We thought we knew everything
(But we didn’t even know ourselves)

With our hair in those ugly curtains
Hiding our eyes feeling alone ashamed
(And physically despised)
And we lived dangerously
With our trousers round our ankles
And our shoes always untied
(Oh yes we were despised)

Do you remember when?
It was painful it was funny
You set of the alarms on all the Cars
And then cleared your handle bars
(Well I did say it was funny, painfully funny)

In the house in the kitchen
I stung my father’s neck with a tea spoon
He was angry he was scary
But still; We couldn’t keep a straight face

And so you slept in my room
Yes we shared a bed and you said:
“There’s something else in the room by the bed
Standing over your head”
And I thought you were having me on
But when I turned and looked
(Well let’s just say I was wrong)

And at times I was so bored
Everything was always the same
(A small town)
But then you stood dripping blood
On your stomach you had carved your name

“N I T R A M"

Good friends oh such good friends
I thought we would be friends forever
Oh but forever never lasts
No nothing ever lasts

When Nicki died for a fortnight
I lay and I cried; well it was my fault
(I always had the leash)

Your sister oh your sister
She took me in her arms
I was hurting yet I was charmed
your sister oh your sister
did I ever tell you?

Friends just friends
But to me
It was something more
It was really so much more

Although I was only fifteen
sincerely I did love you
(Well as much as any child could)
and still even now I’m not sure what love even is

When our lips first touched
It was too much:
Oh I just couldn’t believe my luck
But when I saw your lips touch his
I knew my luck never really began

That night was he with you?
was he there?
did you ever care?
Was he with you?
Oh, I know he was
I hope you had a good time
I hope you had a really good time

Friends oh just friends
But to me it was so much more
to me it was always something . . .

That midnight on the moors
I wasn’t sure - but;
Did my eyes betray me?
(No that was you)

Passion scratches across shoulder blades I heard his back was sore for days
(Well good news travels fast you know)

Oh I was young and I was silly
I stole his shirt from the clothes line
And burned it on the moor
(Yeah well I said I was silly)

Now everything has changed
So much has changed
I'm the only one still left here
And you've moved on
Now you have a family now you've found love now your content
So much has changed
But the mark on the grass still remains
Now you have everything
And I have nothing
I am happy for you
Really I'm so very happy for you
But still I walk by your old house
And I see you sat by your window sill
Though I was only a child
Truly I did love you
I really do think that I loved you

I CARRIED YOUR COFFIN

I wasn't there beside your bed when everyone was telling me That you hadn't much time

I was silly and I was selfish
Though I didn't mean to be
There was something inside that plagued my mind

And still it spreads
From past through present to, well whenever . . .

It perpetuates the self hate prolongs the loathing and stretches out the wait -

I fear will never end . . .

I carried your coffin although I thought I would slip and let you slide - an open casket by my side

And a fright for sore eyes . . .

I didn't tremble I didn't shake or lose control I was calm and collected -
To mine and everyone's surprise

I carried your coffin
It was the least I could do
My only way my chance to say goodbye to you

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye . . .

The priest in the pulpit preaches and teaches and tells us that despite your torment and pain -and all of our cries

You are still a cherished child in the lords eyes . . .

Yeah, right.

God -
If you have a master plan
Then teach us to understand
And take some of the suffering away

Lord -
If you are there and if you truly care then show me the light on the darkest of days

A mother a sister and a pure soul
Cannot be replaced with promises and prayers -

They don't make A Broken heart whole . . .

I may still dream
But I don't believe in magic anymore
I may still dream
But I don't believe in fairy tales anymore
I don't believe
I want to believe
I don't believe
But, I really want to . . .