no birds up the mountain

where they all gone

god refused to rain on me

to wash away my wrongdoings

I will have to go swimming instead

bit cold in the reservoir though

fishies nibble at your toes

will I go to Valhalla when I die

or will I become a cat

 

dreams of becoming a zombie

zombie now without all the blood and guts

staying in bed all day

derrrr

the sandman keeps me there

sometimes dreams more fun than real life

great up the mountain though

wind blowing my socks

the windymills swoosh electric

to power people’s devices

coronation street and eastenders for the dopey ones

blackadder and star trek for the others

what am I on about

I am losing my inspiration

time to play some music

tarra, Benj