Disinfectant

Seems we found an answer

To that virus thing

It wasn’t like the medics knew

What do experts bring?

 

 

Bleach and disinfectant

Ought to do the trick

Flush the sickness out of you

Hit it with a stick.

 

 

Ask a snake oil doctor

If you want the truth

No use over thinking

Answers on the hoof.

 

 

Have you thought of sunlight?

Fresh air, open doors?

What’s the use of doctors

When you’re in the wars?

 

 

Inject with disinfectant

Stick it in your arm

Forget the manufacturers

What could be the harm?

 

 

You can’t think I was serious?

Who’d be such a fool?

That’d be ridiculous

Fake news, over-ruled.

Football’s Coming Home

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Breaking news, announcement

English Premier League

The season is resuming

But things will have to change.

 

They’ll bring in social distancing

You can’t go near opponents.

If you dare to come too close

They’ll fall and get a foul

 

There’s penalties for sneezes

And if you dare to cough

The ref will have a red card out

You’ll have to go straight off!

 

You can not pass the half way line

For inessential travel.

If you’re near the other goal

You’ll have to wear a mask.

All spectators will be banned

They’ll have to watch from home

Chanting at their own four walls

‘You’ll never walk alone.’

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?

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?

Yesterday (From the Beatles original)

Yesterday

Life was such a different game to play

We roamed freely, now we have to stay.

How we long for yesterday.

Suddenly

Nothing seems to be

Quite the way it used to be

There’s a sickness means we can’t be free

Oh yesterday went suddenly.

Why it had to go

We all know

We heard them say

But things are so wrong

How we long for yesterday

Yesterday life was such

An easy game to play

Now they say

to hide away

Oh I believe in yesterday

Now you’re far away

And I long for yesterday

Friends I want to see

Can’t be here like yesterday.

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)