So I’m unzipping my trousers when I find a piece of lint. Not one, not two, not three but a handful of loose cotton pieces down my trousers. How did it get there? I wonder. The next day I was walking down the road when it was raining. Pitter patter went the raindrops against my umbrella? How did it get there I wonder? I was lost in a dream and click-clack was all I could hear. I looked at my screen and saw a poem. How did it get there I wonder?
by Andrew Watkins
September 2017
Hello people
I want this song sung
by me or somebody who can play
a tune or melody.
I want to write a song about love
Always I hear songs about love
Real love seems the simplest to feel wise about
so it is.
I am a fig leaf, international fig leaf
carried by intercontinental Zephyr
to the inside of someone’s pants
Where I get all continental inside
when I hear moans I image
that I am soaring above the Atlantic
or Pacific or the Bering Sea
When I imagine Zephyrs I see Terracotta houses below
When I…
When I feel the melody Its time to start again
When I get that feeling inside
Begin again at the end
©2017 Andrew Watkins
Whoosh (air) Something came in, something left
beats rhyme, cymbals moan, pipes groan, vocals rest
their hands on your shoulders and take you for a dance.
Casino sounds merge with memory to leave you skint with feeling
Did you ever get carried away with thrash guitar and drums?
In that state of suggestion, anything comes to mind
you are a beaker and your cerebra-spinal fluid thrums
With knowledge of what got left behind
At least until now desiccated cow, dried sirloin, ash-ed rump
And now finally you’re getting ________
And bed wetting scenes
And lurid dreams
lucidly the demon with smiling jaws leads you by the hand
and into the paper sky where biro arguments leave your mouth dry.
And scud sand dunes.
Petty lions and drawn out silences are all that remain.
©2017 Andrew Watkins
Created by Andrew Watkins in Paint.net. Copyright Andrew Watkins 2017.
To music that goes up and down
don’t put up with that ugly frown
take it indoors and give it the once over
and you’ll come outside smelling of clover.
Interior design is getting me down
Spending all my time as an f****** clown
With a light soy sauce, you’re on your way
Have a happy summer holiday
Have a happy summer holiday
Pasta and seafood makes a lovely dish
(Make me a plan in a naughty mish)
My soul is a grape on a lonely vine
When your beat you’re doing time
When your beat you’re doing time
Oh
My bottle of coke is warm and flaT
IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THAT
Cooked in the midday heat, waiting to eat
Ice cream will melt when you feel the heat
Ice cream will melt when you feel the heat
It’s all oh so crappy
Put my problems in a nappy
and take them into town
and go and spread the word
that God is around
doing good works
all over this week
and you’re problems
are nothing to him
so get on your knees and pray
for a happy summer holiday
Oh
This song could go on and on…
…for as long as there is summer sun.
Yeah
Written by Andrew Watkins
Copyright Andrew Watkins 2017
Current eschatological wanderings like science with decimal points
Vitamin DOA.
In the still waters,
In the still waters.
Almost there.
Vietnam boat…
Ahoy!
©2017 Andrew Watkins
Looking at my monitor in despair
Listening to songs I wanted to write
Maybe if we were together
I’d start to get things right
Now it’s so great to see you
And our friends are the magic glue
Baby I’m starting to believe
there’s nothing better than me and you.
Now it so hard inside. Can’t seem to get things right
What happened? Oh Oh Oh?
What happened to our love?
What happened? Oh Oh Oh?
What happened to our love?
Got my friends on my back again
Lost track of where we were heading
Oh Oh Oh! Oh Oh Oh!
Perhaps we should pack in for a while
this is doing my head in
Where, where, where
is the stone, stone, stone?
I’m gonna groan groan groan
All over this poem, poem, poem,
Oh Oh!
Now it so hard inside. Can’t seem to get things right
What happened? Oh Oh Oh?
What happened to our love?
What happened? Oh Oh Oh?
What happened to our love?
YEAH!
I feel it starting inside
that urge to get things right.
Oh Oh Oh-oh
Oh Oh oh-ho
This is so good were getting back together oh-oh.
That should do it for tonight. Oh.
Now it’s so great to see you
And our friends are the magic glue
Baby I’m starting to believe
there’s nothing better than me and you.
Now it so hard inside. Can’t seem to get things right
What happened? Oh Oh Oh?
What happened to our love?
What happened? Oh Oh Oh?
What happened to our love?
(fade)
©2017 Andrew M Watkins
Le son de battements de votre coeur me fait presser les oranges...
Tes yeux sont comme le soleil et la lune ...
Votre peau est comme le Nil à mon désert...
Votre visage est comme Anubis est à la mort ...
Allons, buvons ...
Salut!
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…
Back from the dead. I chose death. Behind me was life. I chose death. Close by life. I chose death.
Behind was the tale that I grew up. I chose death. Behind was the impression effort made. I chose death. Behind were my friends. I chose death. Behind were accomplishments, minor and many. You know what I chose.
Here and now is the present future and the past. Like perspective, you can see them fade as they get further away. Closer to infinity. Behind because I am told what have you. Close and into the past where dwells a beast. A mouse. A house. Behind is a waste. Chaste. Bolder than before. Ready. Eager to please.So surreptitious glances remind you closer than by you feel.Pin drop. Because it felt so good. Natural. Because you forgot.Sun but today. Because you felt that way inside. Hope. Inside. Felt real.Inside. Felt real. Dog. Inside. Fine.Behind. Mine. Inside. Way of. Inside. Inside. Inside. Real
Behind glances. Smile. Awaken Inside. Suns rays. Chose. Rain. Inside terrible. Vain. Inside. Joy at being alive. Inside. Behind. When it comes again. Ready. When.
END
