Pebbles

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Plenty in the sea

Plenty other pebbles

Plenty on the beach.

Round and smooth and shiny

Washed up on the shore

Hear the clink of pebbles.

Washed along the beach.

 

Choose a shiny pebble

Choose it from the beach

Smooth and shiny pebble

Warm against your skin.

Pebbles clink together

So smooth and round and trim.

 

They rub along together

Pebbles on a beach.

Choose your favourite pebble

Cherish it a while

Choose your favourite pebble

Best one on the beach.

 

There’s plenty other pebbles

Plenty on the beach

Spot another pebble

Choose the one to ditch.

 

You skim me cross the water

You skim me cross the sea

There’s plenty other pebbles

That’s the end of me.

 

There’s plenty other pebbles 

Plenty in the sea

Plenty other pebbles

That’s the end of me.

Frogs and Princes

 

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Frog Prince

You dreamed of a prince on his charger
Or a frog to transform with your kiss
There’d be happiness ever after
So how did it come to this?

He should have rode into the sunset
And left you there pining for him
But the mistake you both made
Was you let him move in
And now it’s all going wrong.

Men look rough in the morning
Their habits are messy and vile
The truth will be gradually dawning
Frog into prince takes a while.

One kiss ain’t going to do it
It takes more patience than that.
It takes time to smooth the rough edges
But no-one tells you bout that.

Only a game

 

A558A6AF-C573-4A83-A6F7-18FBDD547D8BHis team just lost
Your man’s distraught
You say, “It’s only a game”.

Deep down he knows
That this is true
But you’re really missing the point.

“It’s not a matter of life or death”
As a famous manager said
According to Bill Shankley
“It’s more important than that”.

It matters because we want it to
It matters because we care
If we don’t care there is no point
It doesn’t matter at all.

Take away the passion
And what’s it all about?
Take away the passion
And there is no sense at all.

You say that it doesn’t matter
At all that my team’s just lost
“Forget your disappointment
Forget and just move on”.

I know it’d work if I let it
But I really have to care
Because once you stop caring about it
It doesn’t matter at all.

It’s disappointment that makes the triumphs,
Even the small ones, feel good.
How can you enjoy the triumphs
Unless you share the lows?

You can only know the joy of it
If you’re willing to take the pain.
Let yourself stop caring
And it’s never the same again.

Sport for men is passion
The only emotion allowed
The 0ne time tears are permitted
And emotion’s allowed to show.

It matters because we make it
It matters because we care
It’s a chance to feel real passion
Shame it’s only a game.

Can’t really cope with the big stuff
Life and death and such
We leave that to our women
For men it’s just too much.