When the guns reported live

I played my broken ten guitars

Underneath

A dark cobweb star

Still hoping all will see a thousand stars

High up in a trees crow nest

Underneath

Clouds that promise thunder   

I played my broken ten guitars

Underneath

A dark cobweb  star

Still hoping all will see a thousand stars

 

He was born with arms made for hugging

But he exchanged them for cold metal arms  

Then he went out mad to do some slugging

And the world sore how hate speech harms

 

When the guns reported back

Hate hate hate hate

When the guns reported back

Hate hate hate hate

and children’s bodies piled up high

and children’s bodies piled up high

 

The bullets lead with no loving questions

to fifty children they gave the kiss of death

Don’t blame us for this one man’s aggressions

Say politicians with the same foul breath

 

As the guns reporting  back

Hate hate hate hate

as the guns reporting back

Hate hate hate hate

while children’s bodies pile up high

while children’s bodies pile up high

 

I still play my broken ten guitars

Underneath

A dark cobweb star

Still hoping all will see a thousand stars

High up in a trees crows nest

Underneath

Clouds that promise thunder   

I still play my ten broken guitars

Still hoping all will see a thousand stars

©bg 2019

 

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hey folks the ten guitars lyrics by Engelbert Humperdinck that i  refer to in my poem are  highlighted in green.

 

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the polka dotted blind quail

when i had just been born

the blind quail he did speak to me

crowning my bald soft head

he told me i was to be free

he told me i was to be free

 

In that room where the babies wail

I was taught the wisdom

Of

the polka dotted blind quail

Of

the polka dotted blind quail

 

I wondered free for many a year

With a polka dotted blind quail

Brooding on my feathered soft head  

so on the bleed he could be fed

All the world’s sad unending tales

All the world’s sad unending tales

 

I walked until my tongue was

a dried stump

Till i lay down on the banks of a river

Where diminished moon shadows

came to jump

Where diminished moon shadows

came to jump

 

I woke and the polka dotted blind quail

From my cursed bald head had sailed

And The wind that had left me cold and pale

Had left my bones also veiled

Had left my bones also veiled

 

In that room where the babies wail

I was taught the wisdom

Of  

the polka dotted blind quail

Of

the polka dotted blind quail

 

 

©bg 2019

Analogue and analog

Daddy bought me a black dog

Sent the mongrel to me in the mail

Should of shot him down on the farm

Or let me know

that dam black dog was chain mail

 

Guess my heart let him of the chain

Guess that dog wolfed down my heart

Thought that black dog would bury it safe

But i can feel

my heart burn every time that dog does fart

 

Yeah

daddy had a big black dog

Dredged up from the black bog

Yeah

Me and him would drink that black grog

choking back the hairs of that black dog

Yeah while

Listing to our futures dark monologue

Yeah while

Staring into the abyss ,rocking on a log

 

Daddy brought me a big black hearse

Sent the meat wagon over with a chauffeur

Should of filled it up before the horses left

Or let me know

My salvation we needed to defer

 

Guess i’m the stake that holds the chain

Guess i’m eclipsed by that black hole

Thought i could throw that hammer back

But i can feel

The caving in of my butthole

 

Yeah

daddy had a big black dog

Dredged up from the black bog

Yeah

Me and him would drink that black grog

choking back the hairs of that black dog

Yeah while

Listing to our futures dark monologue

Yeah while

Staring into the abyss ,rocking on a log

 

Daddy bought some land for me

Sent the title through the mail

he Should off known my life’s in flames

Or let me know

Not to drink an atomic cocktail

 

Guess the cross didn’t fall far from the tree

Guess darkness will soon fall over the land

Thought i’d just hang around for one more shadow 

But i can see

The writing on the wishing wells walls off sand  

 

Yeah

daddy had a big black dog

Dredged up from the black bog

Yeah

Me and him would drink that black grog

choking back the hairs of that black dog

Yeah while

Listing to our futures dark monologue

Yeah while

Staring into the abyss ,rocking on a log

Seeing our fates in Analogue and analog

 

©bg 2019

from flake to dust

white powder on the carpet

the lights are stripjoint dim

there’s blues been syphoned in

jokers got that nasty crazy grin

cause everybody likes cocaine

more than rain more than rain

yeah raindawgs

we wait four kings to fall

to behead us one and all

to behead us one and all

the neon drive lights drown shadows

follow the white lines down thé road

if a black dog jumps out don’t swerve

sometimes in life you gotta lick toad

cause everybody likes cocaine

more than rain more than rain

yeah raindawgs

we wait four kings to fall

to behead us one and all

to behead us one and all

crawling through the blown hourglass

searching for that last grain of truth

the worlds covered in black asphalt

don’t trespass on the jackass’s mass

cause everybody likes cocaine

more than rain more than rain

yeah raindawgs

we wait four kings to fall

to behead us one and all

to behead us one and all

new years eve the countdown’s begun

i’m escaping on a santa’s sleigh ride

the inca’s message is written in the stars

where all our gods look from man to hide

cause everybody likes cocaine

more than rain more than rain

yeah raindawgs

we wait four kings to fall

to behead us one and all

to behead us one and all

©bg 2019

 

Hi all ,found this one on the back of my time table from my south american tour in 2010. Forgot all about it.

Anyway some of my followers will spot what word i updated in 2019.😁

Hope you all enjoy and thanks all for reading.

kindest regards bg 🙂😎🙂

walking through a righteous wonderland

im drinking cuba libres at my favorite bar

watching the harbour drowning the fish

listening to a clown playing a crack guitar

watching the harbour drowning the fish

in the water i see future reflections

fetuses fall from plagued filled clouds

in the water i see future reflections

mirrored cities melting into plastic seas  

on the cover of time i see billionaires

i hear their lawyers scoop up their scat

on the cover of time i see villainaires  

i hear their lawyers love singing scat

out the backdoor of my mind i’m tripping

there’s a wall off money lining tight pockets

out my backdoor my numbed minds unzipping

my neighbours out making deals with rockets

i go walking on a xenophobics utopia planet

white washed textbooks grow like cotton

i go walking on a xenophobics utopia planet

fact bugs sound sweet but soon smell rotten

on the cover of time i see billionaires

i hear their lawyers scoop up their scat

on the cover of time i see villainaires  

i hear their lawyers love singing scat

©bg 2018