The Artistic Dog

The crashing waves roll over me As I stand upon the sand Wait for you to come And grab hold of my hand When I started writing this latest little missive, It was all go for the Boss because it was Festival week. He managed to by-pass the Labour Party Conference – he thought Starmers…

Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring Said “Son, this ain’t a dream no more, it’s the real thing” Now I can tell you all from up here at the…

One of these days and it won’t be long Going down in the valley and sing my song I will sing it loud and sing it strong Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong His Nibs has been in good form since I last wrote. Firstly, the normality of life is returning…

I don’t need your organisation 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 Life is never simple when you’re trying to keep tabs on everything from up here…

I’m rollin’ slow – I’m doing all I know I’m tellin’ myself I found true happiness That I’ve still got a dream that hasn’t been repossessed I’m rollin’ slow, goin’ where the wild roses grow Time marches on and suddenly Him Indoors realised he should be reporting my news and views to you all again.…

Well, I’m livin’ in a foreign country but I’m bound to cross the line Beauty walks a razor’s edge, someday I’ll make it mine If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born “Come in” she said “I’ll give you shelter from the storm” Life down in Rumpy Pumpy…

You need the time and stay behind And since my feet are now fast And point away from the past I’ll bid farewell and be down the line And no word is possessed by no special friend And though the line is cut It ain’t quite the end I’ll just bid farewell till we meet…

Can’t you hear that rooster crowin’? Rabbit runnin’ down across the road Underneath the bridge where the water flowed through So happy just to see you smile Underneath the sky of blue On this new morning, new morning On this new morning with you It’s all too exciting up here on the heavenly pavement. His…

So take heed, take heed of the western wind Take heed of the stormy weather And yes, there’s something you can send back to me Spanish boots of Spanish leather The Boss has a split personality at the moment. His positive personality reflects his painting, his projects allied to the Festival and his friends who…

I am a lonesome hobo Without family or friends Where another man’s life might begin That’s exactly where mine ends Looking down from my heavenly pavement, it is increasingly clear many people are struggling with this winter lockdown. Him Indoors is having so many conversations with friends who are finding it mentally difficult, particularly because…