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West-Words - Whoa the Wagons ©
I'd like to discuss
the state of our nation,
natural to be upset
folk are all the same.
someone else's fault" they say
time we took a stand and said
know you're disappointed, but
Lines in the Park ©
I sat on a park
bench and felt the trembling
The Sparra's Appeal ©
Ah sat oan a bench in Tollcross Park
It wiz late at night, but he steyed oota sight
It seems that the dove wiznae so much in love
She'd peyed a fly that wiz passin' by
Two magpies poked the sparras eyes
Then 4 big crows took ur doon below
The jury believed the statements received
They wrote of a love 'tween a robin and dove
an' a went put ma brush in the brushroom
As homeward I wandered I paused and wondered
Should I really have picked my own mushrooms???
There are so many things I want to
I stand outside ©
I stand outside like
Growing Up ©
Whin a wis ony six year auld ah fun a catalogue,
Other ways to skin a cat ©
In spite of what the churches teach you
Coulda been a yank
sent tae a private
Suddenly he appears at a weddin'
Anyway, He takes 'is screw and bolts
Yon Lazarus tae
Tax collectors stertit hingin' aboot
Ah ken ah've felt like gaun tae the heid
Hud a coupla bob in the post office
Bullshittin' the locals wi' 'is tales
Holidays in the desert
Blew 'is tank
Stertit aff aw right
Sodgers took um tae Pilate
Musta shat imsel'
Still, wanst a gambler, eh!
Wan ay the guards wis fae Caana
Peter sez, ah've goat a plan
It wis a helluva wake.
Thur aw boltin' fur the door tae get
a bet oan
Heid office in Rome came up wi' a dodge
Of course it's true!
God sat up in bed with a thought in his
He made the light to contrast the night
A waterfall here, a rockery there,
He planted trees, made birds and bees,
But something went wrong when the meek
and the strong
He knew his domain would need someone
Adam was chosen, time was frozen,
While he was away God started to play
The garden was lovely and God settled
The neighbour was spiteful, malicious
He had no name, so Eve played a game
When Adam returned from Being Away
He stood up straight and asked for a
God sent them down to live underground
Years passed away, so did Adam and Eve,
The children went on to have kids of
His anger soon cooled and He felt such
To my unborn children ©
First you'll be born and then you'll
Being born and being dead
From time to time you'll make a friend
Nothing's constant, all things change.
You'll be right, and wrong, and weak,
Take a chance, adopt a stance
Don't be greedy, help the needy.
All things happens under the sun,
These are a simple father's thoughts,
You can't clone me!
Put a "fool" sign on me
Where it's at! ©
Spend your life looking for romance
Go around expecting
Better to keep your head up
This is the tale of the
midgie-raker telt in the gallagate
aheid tae the Elaba lane an' the lights a' Parkheid Cross
the forge where lums reeked black,'times mirror's replaced the smoke
ye ever hear o' the midgie raker? Came fae beattock street.
the size o' message bags, strings his troosers, holdin'
'is skin tae Adams, Barneys, or even the Pawn
scabbie lawn is a scary place wur paupers live like tinks
parkheid is feart a' theym, an ah mean feart aw right!
lets get back tae the midgie raker, "
.webbe'd feet, clawed haun's
crept roon ow'r thur washie an' he went and delved thur bins
dug and dug fur a his worth, thur worth-less treasures gleaned
dug so fast and hard and deep he clean forget to stoap
say he's diggin' still the noo! They say he'll keep on diggin'!
wan day he'll come up fur air an' yull no get ony warnin'
scared mair than the wits oot me, I don't mind much admittin'
When your children ask
You're more than my wife
faceless one who haunts my nights
You asked me what I want? to tell
you once described yourself as fair
There are two very special
girls in my life
Life's ever changing
with heaving sigh your
Young Love ©
When a glance makes you flush
As people we've all changed
Hidden deep within her face,
eyes meet, unspoken, still
We both know well it isn't wise
It's not my lot to have her close
The only thing that leaves to say
Maybe, too, there'll be a chance
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