Geetah Man

Geetah Man

A day in the life of ?

Walk a mile in someone else’s shoes

and know the meanin of the blues

Sometimes ya just gotta choose

sometimes ya win

sometimes ya lose

Standin at a crossroad in your life

did the right things bought a house

got yourself a nice lookin wife

a lot of things have come and gone

still your mind sais keep movin on

if only momma could see you now

try and make it up to her somehow

now your done messin with the plough

movin on now movin on up

raise the stakes nothing to lose

make a deal with the devil

oh lordy my guess is your goin to hell

Burn your body you don’t need it no more

the man done told you whats in store

put your soul in a box

cover it with concrete an extra locks

jumped a greyhound headed on down south

all you got is a 45 an a dry mouth

two quarts of moonshine

and a half eaten burger

roll on up to the stop

there she is standing in the sun

shining like a diamond

smilin like a snake

we are about to make history

six oclock news no less

gunna take quite a while to sort this mess

the 45 in your pocket tells no lies

it’s a one note song of goodbyes

sweaty finger in your pocket

pull back queitly and cock it

 

Torn between two Worlds

In the corner by the stairs

is an old rocking chair

that grandma used to sit in

while she did her knit-tin

hush now don’t you cry

we’ll get bye

you and I

sssh don’t cry

hush now go to sleep

it’s grandma’s turn to weep

well her good man has gone

during winter he passed on

he never done her wrong

he always had a song

in his heart a smile in his eye

hush now don’t you cry

we’ll get bye

you and I

sssh don’t cry

Silent Castle

SILENT CASTLE

Soaring swooping resting on a cloud

pick the eyes from the corpses shit on there shroud

heads on spikes down by the tower where the little girl sells her flowers

the castles sit silent witness and wait for a knock at the gate

To those who manned the mast their Standards and flags did fly

trumpeting out their war cry many an innocent life was spent

by little men all hell bent the passing of time sealing there fate

the sea turned to blood murderous rampages in the mud

For King and country I slay all I ask is a bed of hay

for somewhere to lay my head for tomorrow I may be dead

Against the roar of the sea the anguished cry of convict and free

heretics traitors and men pure of heart fighting for rooms filled with fine art

The king and his cronies her royal tart tore the whole country apart

along came Richard the Lion heart for the realm did his part

now the great halls are silent open only for tourists who pay

careful when you walk this way do not stray for their is an oubliette

With no way out you can bet maybe it will claim another yet

cold hearts and hands lived in these lands

now there ghosts they wander silently learned men still ponder

forever bound never again to make a sound

Castle of cold grey stone I shall always call you home

in the past is where we belong some day again we shall meet

and then they can put a name to the ghostly feet

forever I will roam the place I call home

from the parapet on high to the waterlogged dungeon I lye

I taunt you intruders parked in my garden with your cars

rattle the chains bang on the pipes

laugh like hell as you run for your lives

go away leave me alone

my castle my fortress my home

Just one of those days

Today is one of those days when I feel compelled to shut up for a variety of reasons none of which I care to commit to print, for obvious reasons.

Granddad sailed stormy seas

Granddad sailed stormy seas

whence he landed in Australia and took his leave

no more a lackey for a king who took his land

then sent him too Van Deimans land

 

the Viking line     that Granddad of mine

 

My fathers faded eyes never saw England’s fair shore

As a young man he stood tall

took on all comers  one and all

Ice blue eyes and wave in his hair of complexion fair

 

Though he never saw England’s bonny shore

he did his duty and fought in her wars

he was true blue to a queen he never knew

now all good Vikings carry the scars of battle

off to Valhalla    the wind blows hard     sabres rattle

 

It’s so nice sitting back three generations on

living in a sunburnt country tea and scone

Geetah Man

Geetah Man

A day in the life of ?

Walk a mile in someone elses shoes

and know the meanin of the blues

Sometimes ya just gotta choose

sometimes ya win

sometimes ya lose

Standin at a crossroad in your life

did the right things bought a house

got youself a nice lookin wife

a lot of things have come and gone

still your mind sais keep movin on

if only momma could see you now

try and make it up to her somehow

now your done messin with the plough

movin on now movin on up

raise the stakes nothing to lose

make a deal with the devil

oh lordy my guess is your goin to hell

Burn your body you don’t need it no more

the man done told you whats in store

put your soul in a box

cover it with concrete an extra locks

jumped a greyhound headed on down south

all you got is a 45 an a dry mouth

two quarts of moonshine

and a half eaten burger

roll on up to the stop

there she is standing in the sun

shining like a diamond

smilin like a snake

we are about to make history

six oclock news no less

gunna take quite a while to sort this mess

the 45 in your pocket tells no lies

it’s a one note song of goodbyes

sweaty finger in your pocket

pull back queitly and cock it

 

I Ponder

Maybe one day before I get to much older

I will find the time to say what is on my mind

aged like wine but bolder

A little acidic but never unkind

people and places

wherever I look

strange faces

I’ve read the book

rushing around head in the air

hustle and bustle

stand still and stare

choose this choose that what a tussle

the good things in life are heaven sent

to the heavens we pray

why is it such a worry to pay the rent

all I need is a sunny day

still some things are left to ponder

shady tree good friend of mine

I think of this and that and wonder

the world I would fix if I had the time

brimstone

Sometimes I wonder will the world go asunder

amidst hail brimstone and thunder

you can’t say

I’m wrong empty

hear what I’ve got to say

don’t dismiss me

just to have your way

Island

I’m an Island in my mind look hard enough and you may find things in there you cannot relate to things you like things you hate look deeper into the darkest corners of my mind lift the lid and peek inside, swirling on a sea of doubt things that make you want to scream and shout subtle colours pastels of my mind creep up from behind when I’m not wary and catch me by surprise, swoosh I’m off away from here I see the earth fading pastel blues and green, cotton fluffy white clouds around me like a shroud moving away from me so fast and yet I feel very still my understanding of things scientific is such that if I am so far away from the earth that it is no more than than fading orb I must be amongst the stars glancing around  I notice that yes indeed I am, I also notice that I have no need to breath and that I feel no change in temperature. In what seems the the next second I am standing at the edge of a watery body bordered by trees and short grass I focus on the vast lawn not sure whether it’s sunset or dawn a hooded figure some distance waits for me silhouetted against the trees something it wants to show me something,  I glide across the grass effortlessly and following silently behind the robed one who disappears off into the shadows once having delivered me to a massive door of an old building which is set partly into the side of a mountain I then find myself standing at the railing of a balcony overlooking a vast library deep inside the building. I’m inside and the walls certainly are not bare, books and scrolls of all shapes and sizes are everywhere as I look upward into the darkness of the ceiling I cannot exactly see where the shelves stop, looking down from my vantage point on the balcony I see a Mezzanine floor below me in the center is what appears to be a representation of a compass in Emerald green stone framed by what looks like brass set into marble flooring surrounded by three rings inside the rings are symbols I don’t recognize three hooded figures dressed in the same dark brown robe as the figure who met me are standing at a large round table two with there back towards me the other peering nonchalantly in my direction until I return it’s gaze then it turns back towards the other two and they go on about there business. The table is littered with documents and what looks like maps unfortunately I am not close enough to see exactly what tongue the writings are in, they pay little attention to me, I wonder to myself have I been judged unworthy or am I intruding and a multitude of equally silly thoughts are processed do I speak or do I dare go quietly and peruse at my leisure there is a rumbling  sound in my ears and what seems like tremendous pressure in my head, I awake to find my nine kilo cat sitting on my head purring quiet loudly arousing me to feed him.

Shallow

well I never really cared for you anyway
And I knew that there would come a day
When we would both say hooray
And call it a day

there’s a reflection in the mirror
self righteous sinner
disenfranchised winner
lets do dinner

when I’m wrong I’m right
my arrogance sheer delight
no faults have I
no explanation as to why

I insinuate postulate berate
those beneath me
with glee
what will be my fate

When I arrive at the pearly gate
I want to know just who is boss
who should I imitate
without my presence it is your loss