The Artistic Dog

We live in a political world Wisdom is thrown into jail It rots in a cell Misguided as hell Leaving no-one to pick up a trail It’s been hot! Almost too hot, even for me who is a shameless sleepy sun worshipper. I’ve been spending all my time outside, moving between shade and sunshine whilst…

Springtime seems to have arrived. It’s been the great in the park these last few days and I feel like a bit of a puppy!! My ears are better and this bloody right hip doesn’t seem to be worse after my poorly paw a few weeks ago.  Him Indoors is also a bit of a…

For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones and worseAnd for every hung-up person in the whole wide universeWe gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing Hello everybody.  I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long without writing but the last few months have not been going to plan, that I can assure you. I…

Gentlemen, he said I’ve shined your shoes, I’ve moved your mountains and marked your cards But Eden is burning, either get ready for elimination Or else your hearts must have the courage  for the changing of the guards Thank goodness all that hot weather has gone away. His Nibs keeps us inside with the blinds…

Well, the moral of the story The moral of this song Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong So when you see your neighbour carrying something Help him with his load And don’t get mistaking Paradise For that home across the road Greetings my friends from a rather warm Rumpy…

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats Blowing through the letters that we wrote Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves We’re idiots, babe, it’s a wonder we can even feed ourselves I am very glad I am a dog. I don’t always think like this and very often, like my…

I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’ I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest Where the people are many and their hands are all empty Where the pellets of poison are flooding their water Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison And the executioners face is…

Well, but this ‘ol river keeps on rollin’, though, No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow And as long as it does, I’ll just sit here and watch the river flow I have no doubt you are all awaiting my first report on the progress of Baxter since…

Down every street there’s a window and every window made of glass We’ll keep on lovin’ pretty baby for as long as love will last Beyond here lies nothin’ but the mountains of the past Happy Christmas!  I wish you the best of all things at this festive time. I have little doubt that The Boss…

Skies are grey, I’m trying to recover the sweet love that we knew Night or day, it doesn’t matter where I go anymore, I just go Here comes Santa Claus! Here comes Santa Claus!  Sings The Maestro on his much maligned (unfairly in my view) Christmas album. Almost without exception Christmas albums are utterly crap.…