I love that Manchester place, a real
Caravan city where the practical intelligence of the
Merchant is to be cherished
I love that man too and I just smile when I see
Men and Women robbing Honey...Honey
With a capital H
Propolis, a resinous sticky gum, as if 'an all that
An open mind...should I stay
Or should you go?
You go...zero eight
You go...zero eight
Our green credentials will go out the window
There are none
There are no-one
Is is is
There are leeches you know
In France, this
Would be misunderstood
Would be mis-translated
In fact, Love is alien in these parts
I know because
I sit there, stare
Two windows and five storeys down
I overcome, I think
I overcome
Je t'aime le soir, je t'aime
I live in a pre-child world
I live in a pre-child world
I live for nutty cashew
I will offer baby-sitting services
This will be a new chapter and I will
Take a route other than the M83, the
Pointless education and a work-in-progress
Oxford, tolerance and short fuses
A pen held in the mouth or closeted
Behind the ear is a new one
A couple splits
Then rejoins, then splits and so on
There is no celebration
There is nothing, no thing
To celebrate
Not even in the crypt of a humble Cappucin church
Do you know how difficult it is these days to
Meet people?
Tripods and intimacy on this, the day
Of
Women
International
Draw it to a close
Draw it to a close
Please
The one I like the most is the one to whom
I am the most invisble
If there is a most, or
If there is a more,or
If there is a less
It is with these thoughts that I shall
Go hill-walking
Forever