Friday Poetry Corner

[steve'O]

Things that go 'bump' in the night
Should not really give one a fright.
It's the hole in each ear
That lets in the fear,
That, and the absence of light!

Spike Milligan

[WageSlave]

Hey Ho WS why not some more floyd , BTW which ones Pink ?

I thought Pink was in charge of the funny farm. At least that's where he wanted the answers sent.

[AlfredJPruffock]

"There are holes in the sky where the rain gets in
But they're ever so small
That's why rain is thin. "
- Spike Milligan

Im fixing a hole
Where the rain gets in
And Stops my mind
From Wandering
Where it will go ...

Im painting the room
In a colourful way
And when my mind is wandering
There it will go ...


Where it will go ...


Lennon McCartney

[AlfredJPruffock]

Hey Ho WS why not some more floyd , BTW which ones Pink ?

Off to La Belle France this weekend so how about San Tropez ...ah lovely song that was...


St Tropez


As I reach for a peach, slide around down behind
The sofa in San Tropez

Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand
Riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan

Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness
Scratched by the sand that fell from my love

Deep in my dreams and I still hear her calling
If you're alone I'll come home


Backwards and home bound, the pigeon, the dove
Gone with the wind and the rain on an airplane

Owning a home with no silver spoon
I'm drinking champagne like a big tycoon

Sooner than wait for a break in the weather
I'll gather my far flung thoughts together

Speeding away on a wind to a new day
If you're alone I'll come home

And I pause for a while by a country stile
And listen to things they say

Digging for gold in the hole in my hand
Open the book, take a look at the way things stand

And you're leading me down to the place by the sea
I hear your soft voice calling to me

Making a date for later by phone
And if you're alone I'll come home

[steve'O]

"There are holes in the sky where the rain gets in
But they're ever so small
That's why rain is thin. "
- Spike Milligan

[WageSlave]

Dogs

Nice to see a lot of Floyd lyrics floating around this board recently. Keeping to this trend, a much neglected gem from a much overlooked classic album.


You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.


And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a seat in the stand.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.

[TwoJags]

There was a young man called Reg
Who had a young girl in a hedge
Along came his wife
With a big carving knife
And cut off his meat and two veg.

[WageSlave]

What are they doing in that picture???

[AlfredJPruffock]

Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Blairabees live;
Their Chancellor is Brown and their hearts are black
And they went to War In Iraq

You'll all be killed !
You'll all be killed !


We dont give a button ....we dont give a fig
Because our Chancellor is Brown and our hearts are Black
And they are off to War in Iraq

[Chico]

[AlfredJPruffock]

Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.




They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
In a Sieve they went to sea:

In spite of all their friends could say,
On a winter's morn, on a stormy day,
In a Sieve they went to sea!

And when the Sieve turned round and round,
And every one cried, 'You'll all be drowned!'

They called aloud, 'Our Sieve ain't big,
But we don't care a button! we don't care a fig!
In a Sieve we'll go to sea!'

Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.



II

They sailed away in a Sieve, they did,
In a Sieve they sailed so fast,
With only a beautiful pea-green veil

Tied with a riband by way of a sail,
To a small tobacco-pipe mast;
And every one said, who saw them go,
'O won't they be soon upset, you know!

For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long,
And happen what may, it's extremely wrong
In a Sieve to sail so fast!'

Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.



III
The water it soon came in, it did,
The water it soon came in;

So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet
In a pinky paper all folded neat,
And they fastened it down with a pin.

And they passed the night in a crockery-jar,
And each of them said, 'How wise we are!
Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,
Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,

While round in our Sieve we spin!'
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.



IV
And all night long they sailed away;
And when the sun went down,
They whistled and warbled a moony song
To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
In the shade of the mountains brown.
'O Timballo! How happy we are,

When we live in a Sieve and a crockery-jar,
And all night long in the moonlight pale,
We sail away with a pea-green sail,

In the shade of the mountains brown!'
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.



V
They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,
To a land all covered with trees,

And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,
And a pound of Rice, and a Cranberry Tart,
And a hive of silvery Bees.

And they bought a Pig, and some green Jack-daws,
And a lovely Monkey with lollipop paws,
And forty bottles of Ring-Bo-Ree,
And no end of Stilton Cheese.

Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.



VI
And in twenty years they all came back,
In twenty years or more,
And every one said, 'How tall they've grown!
For they've been to the Lakes, and the Torrible Zone,
And the hills of the Chankly Bore!'
And they drank their health, and gave them a feast
Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast;
And every one said, 'If we only live,
We too will go to sea in a Sieve,---
To the hills of the Chankly Bore!'


Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.


Edward Lear