John was killed on the motorway today

His wife was taking the kids to school

She had waved him goodbye that morning

Death came later, without any warning

They had a tentative arrangement for lunch

So they’d left their options open

And later, so the reporter said on the evening news

No other words were spoken

A boy racer cut him up so they foolishly de...

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Santa : bring me presents, bring me all I want

Bring me gifts of food and drink and other things as well

Bring me love and a tender heart to beat in time with mine

Bring me warmth with a human touch

Need is not a crime

I don’t suppose you can change my life

But at least you can change my day

And a thing that’d really cheer me up

Is a ride on your Christmas ...

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Sunday afternoon is a day to wash the car

It’s a day for watching TV, not a day for going far

My missus thinks it’s a day for doing things, things that would otherwise be missed

And certain things like watching TV don’t seem to be on her list.

Her list and mine differ in many ways and they’re hard to reconcile

She doesn’t seem to understand that things can wait a...

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Another busy day, another busy week

There must be more to life than working week to week.

I’d like to jack the whole lot in and buy a campervan: I’d drive leisurely down to France and maybe even Spain

Nothing would be too much trouble, nothing would be a pain

Some days I’d have baked beans for tea or maybe fillet steak

And they’ll be days when I’m going far too f...

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Press the button, take the picture, put it in an album

Cut it, file it, edit the picture, post it online

Electronic images made for you

Pictures made for me

Blog it, post it, make it on line

Let us see it live

Instant one click online viewing

Upload, download, overload

Information all around, save it in a folder

Load the picture, load ...

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I’m not a mourner, not even a friend

Just a friend of a friend, been asked to attend

I never knew my friend’s late friend

So it seems kind of strange that I should be here at his end

I feel out of place, not being a friend

And the tears of his loved ones mean nothing to me

I should be moved by all this emotion

But I’m starting to think: should I hav...

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My dying day is noted somewhere

On the calendar of fate

There’s a little tick on the calendar

To make sure I won’t be late

Some unearthly soul awaits me

As the years tick away

There’s a little tick on that calendar

But I don’t even know the date

My Life has not always been easy

But that’s the way of life

I don’t bother checking my calendar

...

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Catch me as you turn me round

Take me back around

Turn me, twist me, run me round

Chase me round and round

Lift me, twist me, turn me round

Dancing to the sound

The music’s fast, the music’s slow

Dancing round and round

Fast, much faster, turn me round

Moving with the sound

The dancefloor’s busy all around

Turn me round and round

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I'm just a schoolboy from nineteen sixty-eight

Moving through life at an incredible rate

I’m getting older on the outside every day

But on the inside I’ve not aged a single day

I like to have a few beers down at my local bar

But every time the barmaid smiles in my direction

I realise I’m just a grown up schoolboy

Who’s sadly lacking in articulation.

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President Kennedy, won’t you come back to me

Tell me all you know,

Tell me about Marilyn Monroe

Tell me about Oswald, Ruby and J Edgar Hoover,

The CIA and their secret manoeuvres

Tell me about Dealey Plaza and the Dallas motorcade

Tell me about Elm Street and your final wave

President Kennedy, won’t you come back to me

Tell me all you know,

Tell m...

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She’s a kind of a paradox, that girl

Its not that I even like her at all

I just love her, that’s all

She’s a strange one, that girl

I mean, I’m not sure if she even likes me at all

I just love her, that’s all

She’s a young one, that girl

Much younger than me and tall

And I don’t even like girls that tall

I just love her, that’s a...

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All his things are around here, in the wardrobe and in the drawers

The man himself has gone

But all his things are here

Don’t put your things in that drawer, that’s drawer’s already in use

But it’s full of the things of a dead man

And he’s no longer here.

It’s cold out tonight, so very cold, so why don’t you use this scarf?

It’s the scarf of a dead ...

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Spin the washing and hang it up

Mow the lawn and rake up the grass

Put out the bin and sort out your life

Oh and get a carton of milk before you go home to the wife

You’ve got your shirt to iron before you go to work

And your shoes need buffing and the car needs filling

So you’ve got no choice but to put your life on hold

But there’s time for a pint...

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Poem For My Dad

In the deepest darkest recess of the mind

The saddest memory is there to find

There’s nothing more to say except I miss you Dad,

We had our time together, good and bad

And many differences, we had

After all, you were a man who got an apple and an orange for Christmas

And I was a lad who began the biggest record collection in th...

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Death comes without warning; it steals your life away.

It takes away your loved ones, and the lights of your day.

Death comes silently; it stabs you in the back,

It reaches round behind you, then comes in for the attack

Death comes slowly; it reaches for your throat

It overwhelms you; it chokes you, before you’ve had time to put on your coat.

Death come...

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The history of the world part four

Welcome to the history of the world part four

Part one is everything else that’s gone before

Parts two and three are you and me

And together it’s a volume delivered free

Welcome to your deepest desires

Destroy them, crush them, consign them to the fires

Welcome to the history of the world part four

Available to anyon...

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She keeps her albums in a cardboard box and her singles are left on the floor.

Maybe she’s a girl that doesn’t care but then, she always brushes her hair.

Her bedroom is full of things in carrier bags and empty cardboard boxes.

There’s a bank statement on the side from nineteen eighty five under a TV guide.

In the hallway there’s junk mail and unopened letters and th...

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