Month: April 2020

Adam’s Locked in Eden

IMG_7051Lockdown must be hard if you are in a flat with no outside space but sitting in my garden it feels like there are worse places to be. Most people in UK accept the lockdown, even if they are getting bored with it and, if anything , are critical of the government for not introducing it earlier. But it’s not the same everywhere I gather….

 

Poor Adam’s locked in Eden

It really isn’t fair.

A whole world to explore out there

It’s all too much to bear.

 

Eve just wants to go shopping

The snake says it’s ok.

‘Surely it’s not so bad honey?’

What’s a guy to say?

 

Sure God know’s what’s best for us

To be safe and sound at home

But he didn’t make us wise enough

To know we shouldn’t roam.

 

We can’t cope with peace and quiet

The birdsong gets us down

We don’t care what you say’s out there

Folk just want to hit town.

 

We don’t care about the virus

Or who might get it off us.

We don’t care about the other folk

We just care about us.

 

God made paradise perfect

But then gave us free will.

Creation breathes a sigh of relief

That we’re in lockdown still.

 

You have to let us out God

We’ve got so much to do

The world will be a total mess

Creation’s poking through.

St. George’s Day

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Reblogged from April 23rd 2018

 

He got about did our Saint George

Can it be true he’s from abroad?

I guess, but for the dragon thing

They never would have chosen him.

 

They chose him for his slaying skills

The very man to cure our ills

To keep all dragons from our shore

There are no dragons anymore.

 

They say that he was born a Turk

But went to Rome in search of work.

A Roman soldier on a horse

He slew a dragon in due course.

 

England’s long past celebrating

Leave that to the other nations.

We are scared to wave our flag

Lest they think we’re fascist thugs.

 

It’s used for things we can’t support

So only gets brought out for sport.

The Welsh, the Irish and the Scots

Wave their flags but we can not.

 

Nationalism’s just not cricket.

Can’t be English only British.

No patriotism deeply felt.

We have to leave that to the celts.

 

Three cheers today is George’s day

Whose flag we wave when we’re at play.

So raise your glass and drink to him,

The knight who did the dragon in.

Where’s the PPE?

We tell them that they’re heroes;

Stand outside and clap

But are they meant to die for us?

Is it enough to clap?

 

We praise their dedication,

Utterly selfless care

But where is that equipment?

Why is it not there?

 

Medics are not soldiers

They don’t sign up for war

They are not meant to die for us

Just to give us care.

 

We praise our gallant medics

But it’s plain for all to see

They need the right protection

Where’s the PPE?

Round and round the garden goes good Captain Moore

Round and round the garden
Goes good Captain Moore
Round and round the garden
Then a few times more.

Round and round the garden
With his zimmer frame
Ninety nine, he’s near a ton
But he’s off again!

Round and round the garden
Not a man to quit
Wants to thank the NHS
Wants to do his bit.

Round and round the garden
Raise a thousand pounds
‘Stay at home’, we can’t go out
Round and round the grounds.

One step, two step, are we nearly there?
Seems he’s raised a good deal more
Off we go again.

Round and round the garden
Raise a million pounds
Breaking news – it’s twenty now!
Round and round he goes.

On, on goes lockdown
Will it never end
Cheer us up good Captain Moore
Or we’ll go round the bend.

You can’t keep down old soldiers
Men who fought a war
Round and round the garden
Will you do some more?

NHS our heroes.
You’re a hero too
Round and round the garden
On and on you go.

99 year old war veteran Capt. Tom Moore has raised more than £21m for NHS charities by completing 100 laps of his garden. He has captured the imagination of the British public and has vowed to go on walking although his original £1,000 target has been exceeded beyond anyone’s imagination.

If you would like to donate to the campaign, you can do so by visiting Captain Moore’s official Just Giving pageonline.

Christ can’t come this Easter

Christ can’t come this Easter

They’ve locked him in the tomb

Hope may spring eternal

But don’t come out your room.

 

The church is locked this Easter

The priests all stuck at home

We’re worshipping remotely

The strangest Easter known.

 

Recall poor Jesus’ passion

The three days in the tomb

Pray for resurrection

For getting out your room.

 

Three days can change everything

So what will these weeks do?

There’s going to have to be a change

I guess it’s down to you.

 

 

Every Picture Tells a Story (from an original by Rod Stewart)

Starin’ at the same old interior standing in my own front room

Heard the news in a thousand ways, but it came out soundin’ ‘ just the same

Telly said, man, you better shun the world

I wouldn’t blame you for wanting to leave

But remember one thing, don’t touch your face or go near human beings

So I got out

Paris was a place you could hide away, if you felt you didn’t fit in

French police wouldn’t give me no peace, said that I shoulda’ stayed in

Down along the left bank, minding my own

But they said three or four was a crowd

Got me arrested for invading their space,

when all I did was breath fresh air

I was accused

I moved on

Down in Rome I wasn’t getting enough

Of the things that make a man feel alive

Pope gave a mass to an empty square, seemed I just hadn’t a prayer

Getting desperate, indeed, alone in a tourist attraction

Oh, my dear, had be outt’a there for the vatican won’t give it no sanction

I wasn’t ready for that, no, no

I moved right out east, yeah

On the Peking ferry I was feeling merry, sailing all the way back here

I fell in love with a Chinese girl by the light of an eastern moon

But Shanghai Lil she went and got ill, with a cough that just weren’t natural

We were sent below deck, a right pain in the neck

Stuck on a cruise ship forever

Stuck on a cruise ship forever

I firmly believed that I didn’t need anyone but me

I sincerely thought I was so complete

Seems now that’s how it must be

The women I’ve known I wouldn’t let tie my shoe

They wouldn’t give you the time of day

But life all alone knocked me off my feet

Now all alone I just flounder

And if they had the words I would tell to you

To help you on your way and cope with the life we’re now livin’

I couldn’t quote you no dickens, shelley or keats

‘Cause it’s all been said before

Make the best out of the bad, just laugh it off

You ain’t go in’. Any place anyway, so remember

Every picture tells a story don’t it?

Every picture tells a story don’t it?

Every picture tells a story don’t it?

Every picture tells a story don’t it?

Every picture tells a story don’t it?

Every picture tells a story don’t it?

Hello Virus (Sound of Silence)

Hello virus, you’re no friend

You’re so vicious, softly creeping

You sowed a seed that caught us sleeping

And the danger travelling quickly like a train

Still remains.

And in the ghostly streets there’s silence

Lost with my thoughts I walk alone

Silent streets all life has gone.

Obeying rules for getting out

Covering up my nose and face.

I cross the road or slow my pace

And keep my distance

Surrounded by the sound of silence.

And in the silent streets I saw

A dozen people, maybe more.

People nodding but not speaking

People greeting but not touching

People writing songs social media share

And no one dare

Touch for fear of virus

“Fools” , they say. You do not know

Virus like a cancer grows

Hear my words that I might teach you

Flee my arms arms for fear it reach you

But their words like silent raindrops fell

And echoed

In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed

To the failing god they made

And the sign flashed out its warning

In the words that it was forming

And the sign said, “Stay at home

Don’t risk the subway walls or railings

Wash your hands don’t take a risk”

But still we walk, drink in the silence.

Locked Down at Home (Like a Rolling Stone)

Once upon a time life was just fine

You thought it would last, but good times passed, they’re through.

Viral infection coming for all, feverish, coughing that’s how we fall.

Guess you thought they were kidding you?

And you’d laugh about

How they said it would all turn out

Now you don’t scoff so loud

You’re avoiding the crowd

Emptied the streets, it’s all so unreal.

How does it feel, how does it feel?

To be on your own

You and your nearest, stuck in at home.

Normality gone, kids out of school, locked down lonely

But you know you’ll have to get used to it

What if they caught you out on the street?

And now you’re gonna have to get used to it

You say you never realised

You’d only get out for exercise

All the people down on their knees

Staring into the vacuum…

(From an original by Bob Dylan)