Songwrite 2

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Closed Shell

I hold you in my hand but cannot bear your weight
You hold me in turn with a look of your eyes
and we spin ever so slowly clockwise as the universe unrolls
like a welcome mat around is we are caught.
The shell that you hold inside near to your heart.
nothing can prise it apart
the oceans rise and mountains fall
and lead is made into gold still you clutch at my soul
and never seal with a kiss what inside is my bliss
that one day will come and the heavens above.
I am a prisoner.
And you hold the key.
©2017 Andrew M Watkins

Songwrite

Superhighway

At the bottom of the ocean
in the inky inky darkness
I can see, I can see, I can seeBut the flashlight of sobriety is flashing at me

dot-dash-dot-dot-dash
Something, someone is signalling me.
a pattern becomes a beam becomes a superhighway

When I’m chilling in my pad
Dossing sideways on my notepad
Thinking about my dad
Thinking I’m going mad

dot-dash-dot-dot-dash

At the bottom of the ocean in the inky, inky, darkness I can see, I can see, I can see.

(rap)
It’s all rolling you a piece
of what matters. get some relief.
and see past the stares into what cares, what cares, what cares.
And making plans for the future
see that hotel. It’s mine someday.
See that Beemer. I threw that away.
See those girls walking up the road.
One day they will be talking to me.
and my face will widen till it shines heaven, heaven, heavenly

The pool is lightning
The food is exciting
the drinks are supreme
and we are feeling it real

The boys get excited at the dress lines inviting and everybody’s staring at me at me at me.

(whisper)
At the bottom of the ocean
in the inky inky darkness
I can see, I can see, I can see

But the flashlight of sobriety is flashing at me

dot-dash-dot-dot-dash
Something, someone is signalling me.
a pattern becomes a beam becomes a superhighway

©2017 by Andrew Watkins 

Lyrics

I was not created
In the likeness of a fraud
Your hell is something scary
I prefer a loving god
We are not the center
Of this funny universe
And what is something worse
I do not serve
In fear of such a curse

Shallow be thy game
Two thousand years look in the mirror
You play the game of shame
And tell your people live in fear

A rival to the way you see
The bible let him be
I’m a threat to your survival
And your control company

You’ll never burn me
You’ll never burn me
I’ll be your heretic
You can’t contain me
I am the power free
Truth belongs to everybody

To anyone who’s listenin’
You’re not born into sin
The guilt they try and give you
Puke it in the nearest bin

Missionary madness
Sweep up culture with a broom
Trashing ancient ways
Is par for the course
It’s fucking rude

To think that you’re above
The laws of nature is a joke
Purple sashes feeding masses
Smoke on which to choke

I might be a monkey
When it comes to being holy
Fundamental hatred
Get down on your knees and

You’ll never burn me
You’ll never burn me
I’ll be your heretic
You can’t contain me
I am the power free
Truth belongs to everybody

not mine unfortunately, still its good they were written. F-Yeah!

eXPERIMENtal Beat

Gold bitch everlasting peace

 

Words come down see itself and began

to come again and again. Blow me

Blow me

back against the wall begging for relief.

Come down slowly in my arms and

swallow me whole. This snake is heading

This snake is heading

for its hole in the ground.

Bring me back and get some sleep. Begin again

Another cold week my soul eating

from a bowl in the cold. Weather down in the

heather with the birds and insects crawling

down my shirt and trousers, army issue sunglasses.

Dog tag dangling, Now

Peace.

Gold bitch everlasting peace.

Gold bitch everlasting peace.

Gold bitch everlasting peace.

by Andrew Watkins

Any Old Iron

Even though you’re at the end of your tether
Keep twine, Keep twine!
You might want to tell your boss to get knotted
Keep twine, Keep twine!
Your friends tell you it’s money for old rope
Keep twine, Keep twine!

Just how long is a piece of string? Long enough to wrap around everything?
It’s no joke working in the rope factory from 6am to half past three.
With everybody singing la di da la di dee! It’s no joke working in the rope factory.

With a story just to string you along…

Even though you’re at the end of your tether
Keep twine, Keep twine!
You might want to tell your boss to get knotted
Keep twine, Keep twine!
Your friends tell you it’s money for old rope
Keep twine, Keep twine!

Just how long is a piece of string? Long enough to wrap around everything?
It’s no joke working in the rope factory from 6am to half past three.
With everybody singing la di da la di dee! It’s no joke working in the rope factory.

An attempt at wordplay and humour and song writing.

Squash

Within these walls, lies inside a story told to a young child.

Wherein this tale is a truth of a fable yarned

Inside this song hides painful realities

Beside the notes are chords of mentalities

and in the pitch are beats or normalities.

In my head In my song it’s listening in a heartbeat

it’s too fast it’s too long to shear any kind of meaning

I got myself and my codes give myself a little leaning

to the pros and the cons of this musical heartbeat

got to rest in my soul and find a little comfort

from the tearing ways and the life of discomfort

that I’m always a feeling, always a feeling.

Walk that road turn that corner open a door for another

We only know what we see and feel what we feel

We only live this life once and in happenstance

the meaning of it is lost.

the meaning is lost.

Carp your story to another line and break

from the tale you been tellin’

Where there’s always people yellin’

Telling you what to do work on the farm.

And tell this story and spin this yarn.

But I am telling you its all in your head

When you get out of your bed you can choose to go to work

then break with tradition and religion

go your own way. Go your own way.

And squash. Squash,Squash,Squash.

Squash it all in. Squash it all in.

To what you do and what you say.

To where you go and where you stay

Squash it all in.

Squash it all in.

Yeah!

 

I’ve been jamming on my keyboard this afternoon…

Irrefutable

It’s there muthafucka! Right there.

We got you and..

It’s insensible, It’s irresistible

It’s there.

We got nothing we can offer.

Or worst we don’t care.

Else you’d get a big head!

Come back we need you!

We want you Andy!

Don’t say no!

Don’t say no!

Whatever you do.

Don’t go.

Don’t you go.

And leave me.

You used to breathe me.

Now you don’t care.

Not that I care anyway about your soul.

It’s my body that I want to rule..

This could go on forever.

You know I got the moves.

to satisfy.

Satisfy your soul..

 

Bottlenecked

If you are feeling blue turn the radio on and erase that frown

Be like me. Be like me. Be like me. Be like me. I know you’re

bottlenecked whooaaaaa! Bottlenecked whhhoooaaaaaa!

If things aren’t where they are supposed to be you’re

bottlenecked whoooaaaah! bottlenecked whoooaaahh!

When that stranger became a friend saved you from going round the bend

bottlenecked whooooa! bottlenecked!

when you’re down and feeling blue and theres nothing else to do. Get up and dance!

Your’e bottlenecked whooooaaaaah! bottlenecked whooahhhh!

bottlenecked! whoooaahhhh

bottlenecked whoooahhh!

bottlenecked  whoooahhhaa!

bottlenecked whoooaaahhhh!

1234

1234, Get down on the floor

1234, Don’t you know I can give you more.

From heaven to hell and back again

It’s what you’re living for.

1234, Get down on the floor

1234, it’s what you’re living for.

From Hell to heaven.

From heaven to hell.

It’s ringing my bell

baby, baby, baby, yeah,

baby,baby,baby,yeah

from heaven to hell

you’re ringing my bell

from heaven to hell and back again.

Yeah.

I was Rip Van Winkle

I was Rip Van Winkle and I slept through the eighties

When I thought all my friends were haters

I got it into my head that I was better off in bed reading

So a childhood passed with only reading blisters to show for it

Now I have thimbles, No a bookshelf! No A kindle!

Hey I’m cured!..

I know my taramosalata from my cheese and will get down on my knees

to say please at the right time. I guess you’re a pussy but your mine!

If there were a stone for all my achievements you would have a landslide

on your floor where I’d be buried under plushies. HeI’m’m not cool I’m nothing but a fool.

for you. for you. for you.

Come on into my room and let’s make boom, boom ,boom,

later on, we can look at my books

and have a drink and maybe some 3D modelling.

I have a camera and three monitors isn’t that cool?

Let’s work on a collaboration your charm and my art

Let’s work on a collaboration your charm and my art

Let’s work on a collaboration your charm and my art.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!