pockets

here comes pockets
his trousers hold a thousand deadly sins
the maddest things we ever found in bins
he clutches them and looks at you and grins

here comes pockets
the children wary of what they may contain
the linen may have changed, the contents same
a trouser-treasure island with no name

and socially at the platform that the timetable forgot
picking up used tickets in a station of have-nots
when you're on that train of thought
you pass some pretty funky stops
when you're on that train of thought
you pass some pretty funky stops
that's the pocket, let him be
that's the pocket, let him be

here comes pockets
picking up the things we cannot see
a bicycle, a dame, a christmas tree
things of no value to you or me

here comes pockets
reduced through history to just a crawl
history turns the tall into the small
but natural born trawlers love to trawl

and the guitar of his dreams hangs upon some wall
or laying underneath the staircase in a hall
we can carry dreams but we can't hold them all
that's why we learn the Blues before we actually fall
that's the pocket, let him be
that's the pocket, let him be

and he's clinging on to hope
like the oak tree to the gale
cause finding one love letter in a sky high jumble sale
is one single reason, why the pocket will not fail

prettiest eyes

line one is the time
that you, you first stayed over at mine
and we drank our first bottle of wine
and we cried

line two we're away
and we both, we both had nowhere to stay
well the bus-shelter's always ok
when you're young

now you're older and i look at your face
every wrinkle is so easy to place
and i only write them down just in case
that you die

let's take a look at these crows feet, just look
sitting on the prettiest eyes
sixty 25th of decembers
fifty-nine 4th of julys
not through the age or the failure, children
not through the hate or despise
take a good look at these crows feet
sitting on the prettiest eyes

line three i forget
but i think, i think it was our first ever bet
and the horse we backed was short of a leg
never mind

line four in a park
and the things, the things that people do in the dark
i could hear the faintest beat of your heart
then we did

now you're older and i look at your face
every wrinkle is so easy to place
and i only write them down just in case
you should die

lets take a look at these crows feet, just look
sitting on the prettiest eyes
sixty 25th of decembers
fifty-nine 4th of julys
you can't have too many good times, children
you can't have too many lines
take a good look at these crows feet
sitting on the prettiest eyes

well my eyes look like a map of the town
and my teeth are either yellow or they're brown
but you'll never hear the crack of a frown
when you are here
you'll never hear the crack
of a frown

a little time

i need a little time
to think it over
i need a little space
just on my own
i need a little time
to find my freedom
i need a little...

funny how quick the milk turns sour
isn't it, isn't it
your face has been looking like that for hours
hasn't it, hasn't it
promises, promises turn to dust
wedding bells just turn to rust
trust into mistrust

i need a little room
to find myself
i need a little space
to work it out
i need a little room
all alone
i need a little...

you need a little room for your big head
don't you, don't you
you need a little space for a thousand beds
won't you, won't you
lips that promise - fear the worst
tongue so sharp - the bubble burst
just into unjust

i've had a little time
to find the truth
now i've had a little room
to check what's wrong
i've had a little time
and i still love you
i've had a little...

you had a little time
and you had a little fun
didn't you, didn't you
while you had yours
do you think i had none
do you, do you
the freedom that you wanted bad
is yours for good
i hope you're glad
sad into unsad

i had a little time
to think it over
had a little room
to work it out
i found a little courage
to call it off

i've had a little time

song for whoever

i love you from the bottom, of my pencil case
i love you in the songs
i write and sing

love you because
you put me in my rightful place
and i love the prs cheques, that you bring

cheap, never cheap
i'll sing you songs till you're asleep
when you've gone upstairs i'll creep
and write it all down

oh shirley, oh deborah, oh julie, oh jane
i wrote so many songs about you
i forget your name
jennifer, alison, phillipa, sue, deborah, annabel, too
i forget your name

i love your from the bottom of my pencil case
i love the way you never ask me why
i love to write about each wrinkle on your face
and i love you till my fountain pen runs dry

deep so deep
the number one i hope to reap
depends upon the tears you weep
so cry, lovey cry, cry, cry, cry

oh cathy, oh alison, oh phillipa, oh sue
you made me so much money
i wrote this song for you
jennifer, alison, phillipa, sue, deborah, annabel, too
i wrote this song for you

so let me talk about mary, a sad story
turned her grief into glory
late at night, by the typewriter light
she ripped his ribbon to shreds

alone

like the contents of your handbag
you don't know why it's there
people ask you where you're heading
you just answer "anywhere"

we don't mean to be this vague
it just happens that we are
no-one asked us to elaborate
we just shrug our shoulders and be

and like the stories that just happened
no-one thought of, no-one planned
we could have ruled, we could have conquered
then we could have been a man

we could be ex-husband
we could be ex-wife
but no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life

alone, alone
half an hour is seven hours
one day is several months
alone, alone
a month is a calendar
a year can be a decade spent
alone

he knows "hello" in eighteen languages
"i love you" in only one
by the time he's got his phrase-book
the chance is usually gone

and we feel ourselves quite prepared
but quite prepared for what
we always took the lead
before we actually knew the plot

and you can tell where we've been shopping
by the bags beneath our eyes
make-up shoulders burden
but the smile never lies

we could be ex-husband
we could be ex-wife
but no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life

alone, alone
half an hour is seven hours
one day is several months
alone, alone
a month is a calendar
a year can be a decade spent
alone

so empty at the airport
you don't set off the doors
we used to feel like chorus girls
and now we feel like whores

hearts built like reservoirs
words built like dams
thoughts built like juggernauts
our actions built like prams

and when the wind blows into our face
we should be warmer and not colder
well, what price the charges
on this cargo that we shoulder

we could be ex-husband
we could be ex-wife
but no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life

alone, alone
half an hour is seven hours
one day is several months
alone, alone
a month is a calendar
a year can be a decade spent
alone

and we only smoke when bored
so we do two packs a day
and we've lost the difference
between bored and lonely anyway

don't marry her

think of you with pipe and slippers
think of her in bed
laying there just watching telly
then think of me instead

i'll never grow so old and flabby
that could never be
don't marry her, fuck me

and your love life shines like cardboard
but your work shoes are glistening
she's a phd in "i told you so"
you've a knighthood in "i'm not listening"

she'll grab your sweaty bollocks
then slowly raise her knee
don't marry her, fuck me

and the Sunday sun shines down on san francisco bay
and you realise you can't make it anyway
you have to wash the car
take the kiddies to the park
don't marry her, fuck me

those lovely sunday mornings
with breakfast brought in bed
those blackbirds look like knitting needles
trying to peck your head

those birds will peck your soul out
and throw away the key
don't marry her, fuck me

and the kitchen's always tidy
and the bathroom's always clean
she's a diploma in "just hiding things"
you've a first in "low esteem"

when your socks smell of angels
but your life smells of Brie
don't marry her, fuck me

and the Sunday sun shines down on san francisco bay
and you realise you can't make it anyway
you have to wash the car
take the kiddies to the park
don't marry her, fuck me