Call me something
Woh, that's enough!
You have to be rude
that's too nasty.
Walk that's right
Don't flay that fern!
Back to bracken
Heather wants to burn.
When you keep tapping the G
The gate won't open faster
Keep on saying 'and' and 'ennui'.
You're still making the clouds
rush across your sky
Calling all your goats down from the scree.
Lover's knot, why not
Yan Tan Tethera.
Why compare
waiters and measurers?
Walk that's right.
Talk to the sand.
scrunch your toes into your
gravel pan.
You keep wacking the G
flowers won't open faster.
Keep on saying bees suck and see.
Still making the crowds
rush your bridge of sighs.
Summoning your goats down from the scree.
When your goats do exactly what you ask 'em
send 'em all the love from me.
Tell them the way, through lichen-throated laughter,
Fleet Street to the shores of Innisfree.
(Ward/Towner)
Archimedes pushed me
Pushed me off the leaning tower.
Just to see the sites, wow
wondered how I'd hit the ground.
Thank you for catching but I
go straight through your molecules.
Made of the wrong stuff or
maybe you ain't catchy enough.
I'm only saying, not to criticise..
You're never angry and you never lie.
You haven't let me down, we chug along.
Nothing to nail but there is something wrong.
Cause I fall
And when I fall
I fall right through you
right through you.
Yes I fall
And when I fall
I fall right through you.
Is it only ever two people biding time? mmmmm
So much empathy, good enough, not quite a crime. No
We disappear, take each other for granted.
Sounds like I'm talking to the late departed.
Cause I fall
And when I fall
I fall right through you.
I need
Need there to be
Something else to you
and me.
I know this says more about me.
I know this must be all about me.
Sorry Sorry Sor-------ry.
Contemplating heaven,
Talking of prosaic powers,
Archimedes took me
to watch the earth go sour.
I fall
I fall right through you
Right through you
I fall
and when I fall
I fall right through you
Right through you.
I need need there to be
Someone else for you.
(Ward/Towner)
Worst of both worlds. Who am I?
Recusant or heretic
Retrospective 'quiries will substantiate.
Off into the riot quiet
ears still whistling,
cold is comfort's blanket and the
armchair, electrified.
Here's to the old men,
pumped up with Viagra,
Houdini yet to burst out of a barrel.
Well, I was born when I was 52, so, I
as a young man, could
still be rock'n'roll at 27.
And you, what makes you, the
exception to the rule?
White van man or landed gentry yeh?
You be judge and jury.
I'll pretend I'm truly,
Hazlitt on a budget round the doubles.
That's us,
you and me, defined;
parameters, fences and swing
-o-meters, not in front of the children, please
That's our little theatre, the
gantry and the outlet.
The stage is set.
Let's take a look at those headlines.
And you, what makes you
the exception to the rule?
Light tan man with an inventory?
Fable I must foster.
Redeem me, your imposter.
Hazlitt on a budget round the doubles.
(Ward/Towner)
You can only blame yourself you said
in your notes for the Sligo Duende.
Play the stocks, block the algorithm more.
Your random has a life of its own.
Muddy slide into Hilly Fields yield you
the only banker you know.
Broaching Brockley where no fast trains stop,
'cept a fuzzy one for me, or is that me?
I'll take the Sligo Duende
to wrap and borrow your time.
Wrestle the vessel,
fold the protein round
my unconscious mind.
All onboard El Sligo Duende.
Eridge on the rocks,
shaken and stirred.
Is that Benbulben?
No, not that particular one.
Is that Benbulben?
No, not that particular one.
Be Tudor-Georgian.
Feel less itchy.
Location, location,
swastikushions and throws.
All mapped out,
left clues at your shrine,
where they found you, tetchy,
all sheep and no crows.
I'll catch your Sligo Duende
to wrap and borrow your replies.
Where I whistle
to fill your silence.
Yeh, keep it stum baby.
Tell me no lies.
I steal El Sligo Duende.
The notes make sense
when I'm out of my mind.
So that one?
Is that Benbulben?
What about that one?
Is that Benbulben?
No, not that particular one.
No, not that particular one.
No, No, No, No, No!
(Ward/Towner)
Fooled you, Piazza St Marco. How invisible I can be.
Inside your inflatable, ready for spring tide, high as you like.
Last time you said this is forever
Gave me that head of steam
The more you blanked the campanile
Grazi, mille, mille Grazi Grazi
See me anytime you want
Live now, Schrödinger's picture box.
Push me down to the level you want to
beat and save me at the same time.
Last time you said this is forever,
gave me that head to dream,
copious from the campanile,
Grazi, mille, mille. Grazi, grazi.
Negate The Campanile
Negate The Campanile
Negate
Do what you must, Musty Gorl.
N e g a t e
N e g a t e
Do what you must
Do what you must
Do what you must
Do what you must
Pathé News Café St Marco
demob suit / invisible lune
From inside your duvet fur ball
Ready for truth / lie where you like.
Last time you said this is forever
green top of the cream
the more / you sank / the campanile
drank me dry
Grazi mille mille. Grazi Grazi.
Negate
The Campanile
Negate me
NEGATE ME
NEGATE ME
Oo-oooo-ooooh
(Ward/Towner)
Stole it like static, your way with the world.
Maybe parasitic, a take a whey from the curds.
Call me cold when I discard
your empty pack of r&r downtime. Downtime!
I wish you well with Monday morning, shiny face and all.
Lots of luck with nailing every plank to the wall.
And you can have the hollow house,
London without roads,
the replacement people.
And you can have the sun-kiss roof,
London in the snow
and the replacement people.
Here it is, the same road
Look! an exit sign.
That's it. You couldn't pull it,
The punch line.
Call me a choice one when I say
can't work your r&r downtime. Downtime no-o
Just a word for love's epitaph.
A brief word, please, for love's epitaph.
A small word for love, Epitaph.
I wish you well with Monday morning powder face and all.
Best of luck, painting every nail, the cutey calls.
and you can make'em dance on egg shells,
check they're on the page with their zoom call faces.
And you can break the brokers. London in the know,
all in their squares and places.
And you can take the cheap side, the great bells of bow
for a basement steeple.
And you can grab a rooftop terrace, London in a row,
for replacement people since
I can't work your R&R downtime. Downtime!
I can't work your R&R downtime. Downtime!
I can't work your R&R downtime. Downtime!
(Ward/Towner)
Hail, cocktailista!
Mix me a Flaming Volcano
'nd I am a Dog In The Sun.
I am Theory of Colours.
Framed you, rough sawn timber.
Our connection a taser of love.
You bet I'm aloof, Black Sea spoofing.
Watch the coxswain cry to
towpath hyper-shadows.
You keep the upstream tidal stare.
I wait for white noise rain.
Murmurating thousands of
tiny tincture pipettes
on the sheet of sky, my
mercury meadow.
All hail, Cocktailista!
Who's the sitter, who's the painter?
Into corners, Colombina.
Maybe some grand gesture.
Crescendo to the loss of love. Your
turn aside, I can't admit.
Could be the end of it.
I...
I...
I...
I...
Fancy Cocktailista,
A, B to C and take a step back.
Elbows in, pen to book, go squiggle.
Smooth to hip, free to chassé forth,
choreography to freeze,
and eye the next one.
Eye
Eye
Eye the next one.
Eye
Eye
and eye the next one.
I...
(Ward/Towner)
You've gone over to the other side
Fair enough, but aren't we just the Cotswold Drop-Outs
from box sets, drinks while cooking and spa weekends?
Now I like your fight and your callouses,
but isn't everybody Spartacus when no one's looking?
And our racy manifesto
full of non-sequiturs and ambush getcha-gotchas
jousting wind farms.
I'll save the world, might save the world
go back in and get you girl
but for now I'll let you burn
For now I'll let it turn until it turns around.
Mmm, I like your 'take it to street', girl
of infamy but you got tagged
and we're already archived.
Our whole raft of proposals,
lassoo-ed and tied us Beluga,
Manatees and Dugongs and
what happens to New Guinea?
I'll save the world, one day the world
go back in re-set you girl
but for now I let you burn
For now I'll let it turn until we learnitallagain
shalalala
shalalala
I'll save the world, my favourite world.
Go back in and get you Shirl
but for now I need to earn
someone else can feel it, can you feel the burn?
You've gone over to the other side
Fair enough, but is it just a Cotswold Pop-Up
for box sex, darts while cooking and ska weekends?
(Ward/Towner)