These Days

These days

Have I told you how I felt so sad?

Can you tell me how it felt because I can't remember

Should I tell you why I feel so down?

The same old clouds and the same old doubts

My head was in the sand and now it is in the clouds

I don't care about the wind in my hair because I am not alone these days

I didn't want to show you my heart but I am glad I did

I wasn't misunderstood

Song

And the piano plays the first bit, and my mind smiles
And yes, it means I have to admit there is a power ballad that is the soundtrack to my life at the moment

They used it as a slogan before the air disaster, but no disasters are going to happen here

Because there is some kind of magic inside you, it keeps me from running, how did you learn to do the things you do?

And I am all for your eyes only, and you can be the spy who loved me

Sweet and the best

The best

Thinking

Over the rooftops and under the sky, under the bridge and over the water
Under the trees and in the forest, watching the shepherds watching their flock silently
Letting me daydream for a little while longer

I'm helpless and hopeless in everyway and I am thinking I am coming back to you

Now I am thinking about you

Hailstones and melting snow into rain, I see the rainbows and the sunny gaze and the traffic stops and I think could I keep daydreaming for a little while longer

I'm helpless and helping in everyway and I can't wait to come back to you

And now you have gone away, I never went anywhere and now I am really thinking about you

I am searching for you, you are not far somewhere along the coast

Just turn around and I was right where you were

Scratches

I have got a scratch reflex and I am fearing mud fever, those sensory neurons will respond to the chemical stimulus that produces an itch sensation and I am scratching and it is hurting

There is a pure form domain and it is a region on the surface of the body and the surface of the body is worn out and not enough and not right and it is faulty and still I am scratching

Have I got a central nervous system and am I real because I wander through this world not here most of the time and I can't see the colours properly

Chemical stimulus, nerve endings, nerves are ending, compulsions and obsessions and fixations and lying always to myself but not to you, and my central pattern is distorted and not pretty and the times I do have inhibition is certainly is very ugly and those colours should be brighter and surely I should see them and the optics they are not working as they should

I learnt that light is everything, we see light, a beautiful man explained it to me one day while I was looking at the light in his eyes, and that is a colour I see so clearly, and he told me ultraviolet, and infrared light. Because light is an electromagnetic wave, did you know that? I still half understand.

Let me see the colours and let me see the light, I am asking myself this

Summer Rain

Summer summer summer shine, the summer rains and I don't mind, and I love the feel of the sun and the smell of the rain on my skin

And I had so many hopes, but hoping is overrated and you say no regrets and I pretend to agree, but what is life without regrets and mistakes

I am sure there are many who regret me, and when watching the stars, sitting under the blanket of lights who offer untrue opportunities of warmth I wonder if the stars regret me

And there you are, your face is so bright and it shines like the sun and it never rains and sometimes I think you might be my hero, because you just do it and you never regret and you never complain

Easy Does It

Let's get them all in and don't push, don't squeeze them in, and so much for my tower that I built because it has all fallen down.

And it has given me a great idea, let's make it. We will need some things and we will need air to breathe and some clear sight because at the moment my eyes are all glazed but you can see for me? Can't you, will you....I am forever asking for other people to see for me and I know it isn't really dark, and I know the feeling of someone scouring my brain like a dirty old forgotten pan isn't really there, but I feel it, and it does make me feel sick

And scissors are sharp, so don't push, don't squeeze it all in, and I can see a half circle shape, like a planet, or a star or one of those in the sky that you don't really understand why or where or what they are doing there

And you make me laugh, and so do those around me, playing drums and hoping to be in the barn

But I want a rest from being me, it isn't easy to be with someone constantly, day in, day out that you cannot stand, that you despise, that let's face it, you hate more than every feeling you could ever have...you wouldn't do it would you? But I have to live with me every day

Paper Pet Fish

Play sand and sticking tape and I have got it, there you go, did you think it was possible?

To find out we will have to be very quick and make a sticky roll and all roll down with the fish even though they are made of paper and their scales and fins are fragile, but we only had a minute and a minute to say goodbye and hello and make the paper pet fish

And here is a reminder of how to do it, and here is one I made earlier and one day we can take them to the sea and they will become real fish, swimming and silver and breathing through the water their eyes will shine and they will flit and weave and slide through the real blue water, and not lie on the shelf all papery and pretend

And I will take a picture of us when we have more than a minute and I will frame it but let's have a practice first in the sixty seconds we have and if you have more time that you find you can put it on your wall, or by your bed

And there will be a line of dots towards the tail, because it is all in the detail

Falling Fast

I am falling

I am falling fast and it is all my fault

And my head is smashing against the floor

But no men or horses are going to put me together again

And they all look and know this one is not worth saving because it is useless to the core