Jay and the Door

FinsburyParkCarrots

Jay stopped the doorman, Friday night
and asked him for a word.
JAY: "Keep an eye on who comes out
that room above your head."
Jay paid him forty notes
(or did he pay him forty-one?);
Jay waved goodnight but watched him hide
Behind a pillar-stone.


The morning came. Jay rose to meet
the doorman, still downstairs.
JAY: "Who was it in there last night
Who made that holy noise?"
-"Why, it was YOU and only YOU,
as anybody knows!",
the doorman said, his forty-two notes
Thrown back in Jay's paws.


Jay ran upstairs and asked his love,
"Who is it who comes in?"
She stared at Jay as if the grave
was welcoming him in.
"It's only YOU! It's always YOU!
How dare you question me!
Next time, you'll make your fears come true,
When someone GETS your key"..........


1996

FinsburyParkCarrots

I've heard of places, shops in town
Where, if you choose, you can head down
To get your nails chewed, such-a-way
To twitch, and wring your hands, and sway,
And make great Porky-Pig-Big eyes,
Boo-hoo non-sequiturs and sighs,
And clang the same word seven times
in seven breaths, like death-knell chimes...

Next time you get to wear a frown
Please let me know how you get on

cos

Somebody
spied
the
grin
you
wear
alone.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Jay told the courts he killed the horse
Because Dan walked his road.
The Judge roared, "That's the worst excuse
I think I've ever heard."
The pressmen in the gallery
let loud laughs fill the hall
And the way Jay flashed his hunter's eye
was noted down by all.


Dan took the stand, held out his hand
and swore he couldn't lie
The Brief asked, "Did Jay use the knife
because you'd come his way?"
"That horse was MINE!", Dan said in time:
"That's MY horse that he STOLE!
He led it out from my front gate
and dyed its patch with coal."


"So had you come back to reclaim
the horse that was your own?",
The Brief asked, through his
handkerchief
of sweat mopped from Jake's crown.
Dan said "No way. I'd come to say
My horse was cursed from birth:
The fields that creature rode all failed:
Now, I've increased my worth."

1999

FinsburyParkCarrots

I
saw the birches
once again

I lay
and heard the gulls
within the rain

And I was dead at the oldest stone
And my bones bared all I'd never known

But I loved the birches once again.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Windowview

(A political song, actually, but feel free to interpret it anyway you like:) )

(It's in DADGAD)


Each house has a window, and I know that each house has much the same view
So I know the old man at the window is telling the truth about you

He says:
You've lied
You'd used
You've stolen
you've broken
You're sick
and as mad
as his word

He says
You'd kill
You'd mimic
You'd reign
And you'd ravage
You're dead
And you want me
for food

He says I'll see.....


I dreamt you'd no shadow
And I dreamt that I found no lines on your hands
And I dreamt of the crows from the meadow
You'd sent to pick into my mind

I dreamt
You knelt
You wept
You beckoned
You mastered
You rose and laughed
draining my blood
I dreamt
you changed
you flew
you thrived on my neighbours
As you saw them each dropping their guard

I dreamt
I see
I dreamt
I see.....


(instrumental)

And when the old man dies
Dare you meet my eyes?.....


1996

FinsburyParkCarrots

But the thing with days quite recent
Is that I find y'all pretty decent.

2004

FinsburyParkCarrots

Sylvie makes it plain that she never broke her wing
She faced her trials alone, kept her mind through everything
And she laughs just as she's turning
When we talk of keeping stable loves down


Sylvie worked so hard, to keep afloat her home
But it's there she made her bread, for the beggars and the lame
Who would ask her on her turning
If she'd like to keep a stable love down

They'd said:
"Sylvie, I can't say just where the crux lies:
Perhaps it started when you were small
You had half the hands on earth to grace your soft face
But they'd be damned if you'd ever keep still"....

Ha......

Sylvie scores our range.
She says "You men never change.
You can say you'll change it all
But you only fool your soul."
Still, I ask her as she's turning,
Would she like to hold a fragile love down........?



Thanks Yellow. You inspired me.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Now I'm gonna say "That's How"


That's how the sky fills the graves up around here
That's how the dark is just black and that's clear
That's how you tire from watching for thunder
That's how the day's just as long as the year.

Here's how an author dismisses his story.
Here's how a talker halts, with his mouth dry.
Here's how a nation pulls bloodpints for glory.
Here's how a poet dies: Wanting to die.

That's how.



Ithangyou. Improvisationformeself.

FinsburyParkCarrots

I'm in love with a drumslide girl with her long hair as cast as the night's mountainbird......

that's for dyao......:)

Yellow

Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
Sylvie makes it plain that she never broke her wing
She faced her trials alone, kept her mind through everything
And she laughs just as she's turning
When we talk of keeping stable loves down


Sylvie worked so hard, to keep afloat her home
But it's there she made her bread, for the beggars and the lame
Who would ask her on her turning
If she'd like to keep a stable love down

They'd said:
"Sylvie, I can't say just where the crux lies:
Perhaps it started when you were small
You had half the hands on earth to grace your soft face
But they'd be damned if you'd ever keep still"....

Ha......

Sylvie scores our range.
She says "You men never change.
You can say you'll change it all
But you only fool your soul."
Still, I ask her as she's turning,
Would she like to hold a fragile love down........?



Thanks Yellow. You inspired me.

oh wow...

you know i'm into about the 30th of 1775 poems of Dickinson at the moment...

as SOON as i'm done with that (holy christ she's amazing ~ Dickinson, I mean) i intend to sink my teeth into Plath...

and Emmerson and Thourough (sp?) are authors i want to read

thank YOU, carrots I wouldn't have known to look there

FinsburyParkCarrots

is easier to scroll down....

Than what is

















not.

FinsburyParkCarrots

He bumped an bumped and bumped
till his stump
Hit de plaster.

Yellow

moreandmore

well


um...


right

FinsburyParkCarrots

I feel like someone just found one of my ole notebooks.

Buru

what I like of old notebooks and poems is to see how your voice and style changes...

justam

I like these.

I'm glad to see the "Sylvie" words written down because it was easier to understand the story reading it compared to hearing it sung.

FinsburyParkCarrots

justam wrote:

I like these.

I'm glad to see the "Sylvie" words written down because it was easier to understand the story reading it compared to hearing it sung.

There are two Sylvie lyrics knocking about!

catefrances

good stuff fins. i like reading your writing cause it's not like mine.

justam

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

There are two Sylvie lyrics knocking about!

Oh!

depopulationINC

you alway manage to amaze