Awakening

I was walking, uphill; it was a big wide street in an empty town. A police car's blue lights were flashing up ahead. Bombs were exploding, firecrackers were whizzing and sparking across the floor. The policemen were yelling at me to get out of the way. I turned back. I went into a hostel; grey haired men, in old grey suits, all on their own, each living in their own one single room. I had seen one of the men before; I had met him in a very nice, one might even say a luxury flat, with his well-dressed close friend.

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It Feels So Good To Be Coming Home

It feels so good to be coming home

Cold clear morning

Big blue sky

Miles of open road

Charlie Haden & 

Pat Metheny on the stereo

And it feels so good to be coming home

It sure feels good to be coming home

It feels so good to be coming home

Frost is fading

Sheep are grazing

Past those grass filled fields

I hold my smile

As if to seal the afterglow

So it feels so good to be coming home

It sure feels so good to be coming home

It feels so good to be coming home

Buds on trees

Begin to show

It is of life

Of our life to bestow

Cooling smoke goes with the flow

And it feels so good to be coming home

It sure feels so good to be coming home

It feels so good to be coming home

Babe don't go

O babe don't go

Come on home

To those we know

Come on home so we all know

So it feels so good to be coming home

It sure feels so good to be coming home

It feels so good to be coming home

The traffic slows

I'm losing ground

I have the music, there is fair sound

The traffic slows, I'm nearing town

There are the ribbons, I have the gown

And it feels so good to be coming home

It sure feels so good to be coming home

It feels so good to be coming home

I cross the water

That canal to the sea

Yes my girl, we will break free

We have found love

In the deep as fathoms below

So it feels so good to be coming home

It sure feels so good to be coming home

It feels so good to be coming home

We will climb these hills

However steep

We'll lay together

Before we sleep

It is our turn to turn the neap

And it feels so good to be coming home

It sure feels so good to be coming home

It feels so good to be coming home

I drive too fast

I ought to make this time last

All those ghosts

They are the past

Let's live again, let's live half daft

So it feels so good to be coming home

It sure feels so good to be coming home

It feels so good to be coming home

To the land

Of farm and plough

To the land

Of neat know-how 

Yes my love I'm on the brow

And it feels so good to be coming home

It sure feels so good to be coming home

It feels so good to be coming home

Yes my love I've been to Rome

Where chariots raced

As plays were performed

And in the coliseum 

I touched the ancient stone

So it feels so good to be coming home

It sure feels so good to be coming home

It feels so good to be coming home

And it feels so good to be coming home

It sure feels so good to be coming home

So it feels so good to be coming home

It sure feels so good to be coming home

It feels so good to be coming home

And it feels so good to be coming home

It sure feels so good to be coming home

So it feels so good to be coming home

It sure feels so good to be coming home

It feels so good 

So good to be coming home

It feels so good 

So good to be coming home

It feels so good 

So good to be coming home

It feels so good 

So good to be coming home

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Paired Up

First there was one woman, one woman in blue; we began by flirting, then we made further advances, it wouldn't be long for we were coming on strong. Then her boss said 'let's go to the restaurant' so off they went, much to my cant.

On the next occasion there were two women, two women in blue; the one from the first occasion came up close to me, then her boss said 'we ought to book a table at the restaurant' and off they went; the second woman began flirting with me, more sensual and overtly sexual than the first woman, this one was making her intentions perfectly clear. 

Then the first woman returned, I was confused. I thought I sensed friction between them; the first woman moved very close in to me, as if to say 'leave off, this one is my man'. I didn't confirm, nor deny, anything.

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Bigger Cities

The quieter it becomes

The more I hear my ears as horses prancing

The later it becomes

The more I see the fires crimson flames dancing

Could it be the same in Amsterdam or Venice or Rome

Would we find the fire and the quiet more pleasant than at home

I walked to the hairdressers

Past the red brick shop, past the red brick houses

I saw an advertisement for a part-time job

In the department store where they sell satin blouses

Would it be the same, in Paris or London or Milan

Could the hairdresser do perms, or top up your fake tan

Dusk is slowly setting in

Do you fancy a pint, or a tonic laced with gin

Would it be the same, near or far, or wherever

Let's hold hands and breathe, yes my love: it is now or never

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Wall of Innocence

The brochure talks of camaraderie

International camaraderie at that

Though for myself

I was overcome by the fear of nostalgia

Along with a reminder of my fear of heights

For I have walked that path

Between the two carvings of Sark Island

Along the narrow causeway

Then down the steep steps

To the beach hundreds of feet below

Now I sit here; for a while, no words

Just need time to recover

And read only into the present moments

No worries, I feel ok now

The past is often an unknown place

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