Bathtub  diaries

I’m telling you sister what it is about

I’m telling you brother what it is about

Call on your stars tonight

There’s gonna be an owl startled in the night

Your own mother is sitting here weaving her basket

She doesn’t have a clue what she’d use it for

But like any other heirloom coming to you

You’d better appreciate all that mothers do

Forget the fact that they destroy you with their evidence of womanhood

They damage you more than the education system ever could

But mother dear I want you to hear

Your damage wasn’t permanent just look and listen here

 

Five  Minute Flirt

On the morning of Bastille Day

In the castle of Saint Chartier

Swirling feet on an ancient world

Knowing the chance

Five minute trance

At the close of the dance

Heat of breath

Bodies consumed by

Mazurka

Skankin'  in Yer Wellie Boots

Livin' like a traveller with places to roam

Wherever I lay my bone I call home

We’re rock steady skankin'

No, no, never flaggin'

We’ll rock the streets from a flatbed wagon

Livin' in the sticks

36 clicks

Down a twisty twiny road to the M6

Root an toots and sometimes shoots

Always for the music and not for the loot

When we’re passing by we’ll give you a toot

We’ll get ya skankin' in yer wellie boots

 

 

 

Wal Fiddling

 

 

 

Tallulah

Welcome into the world

A brand new start today

Open your eyes

For the very first time of your life

Perfect and beautiful

In my arms you lay

Take a new breath

Feel your heart beat to the rhythm of mine

Skin to skin eye to eye

A magical embrace

Feel this love

Feel a love beyond our dreams

Deep and pure

Loves a cure lead us through the dark

Hand in hand together we can fly beyond time

 

 

 

Ali Singing