BEAUTIFUL LADY
SHE CAME THROUGH THE DOOR
WITH A POSSE A’CHASIN’
THAT SHE JUST IGNORED
‘COS HER TIME THEY WERE WASTIN’
AND ONCE I WAS SURE
THAT OUR EYES WERE EMBRACIN’
I CROSSED THAT DANCE FLOOR
UNTIL I WAS FACIN’
THIS BEAUTIFUL LADY
WHO MADE MY SOUL SMILE
BY HAVIN’ HER WAY THERE
WITH ME FOR A WHILE
AND I’M NOT AFRAID
THOUGH SHE’S DRIVIN ME WILD
I COULD LOVE HER
WE’D NOT MET BEFORE
BUT SHE SET MY HEART RACIN’.
THAT RED DRESS SHE WORE
CAUSED SUCH A SENSATION
SO RIGHT THEN I SWORE
I’D BREAK THROUGH THE ICE CASING
‘COS I WANTED MORE
YEAH, I FELT LIKE TASTIN’
THIS BEAUTIFUL LADY
WHO MADE MY SOUL SMILE
BY CHOOSIN’ TO PLAY HERE
WITH ME FOR A WHILE
AND I’M NOT AFRAID
IF SHE SLAYS ME WITH STYLE
‘COS I LOVE HER
THE LOVE’S BEEN SO PURE
AND ITS MAKING AMAZING
SHE CAME WITH THE CURE
FOR THIS IMPATIENT PATIENT
WITH SO MUCH IN STORE
I’LL NOT BE REPLACING
THE ONE I ADORE WITH
SOME PALE IMITATION
SHE’S A BEAUTIFUL LADY
WHO’S MADE MY SOUL SMILE
BY CHOOSIN’ TO STAY HERE
WITH ME FOR A WHILE
AND I’M PROUD TO SAY
WE NOW HAVE A CHILD
AND I’LL LOVE HER
(C) 1991
Beyond The Sun-Soaked Steps.
I know the soothe-sweet sound
of a stone-slapping stream
and the whisper of a leaf-blowing breeze.
It's music, I have found,
that can soundtrack all my dreams
and I'm a listener, when my soul's put at ease.
So, I don't know how long
I can bear this urban blare,
while dilemma horns gore everything that's me.
I need a wild bird's song
to fill air, we both can share;
I could be reborn beneath some spreading tree.(C) 1996
The Black Tulip.
I came upon a flower once in Amsterdam,
When my eyes, they were half-closed,
And this perfumed flower in the dear ol’ Dam
Was as sweet as any Irish rose.
A Surinamese black tulip,
With survival through her leaves,
Entwined herself around my belt,
While her beauty could deceive.
For once I'd kissed her two lips
All her words I just believed
And once those dark buds I had felt
From my money I'd been relieved.
Yes, I fell for a flower in Amsterdam,
I was well drunk, I suppose,
But I felt that this flower from Surinam
Could compete with any Irish rose.
Now, I was well pleased with her scent;
So fragrant that it could subdue,
So I just let my tired head soar
To places that it never knew.
Come the dawn, I was feeling well spent
But all my euros, they were too,
So I'd best beware the sweet black whore
If the banknotes are too few.
Yes, I came upon a flower in Amsterdam
In a bar that never closed
And I sensed the dark power from Surinam
As her fragrance filled my nose
Aah this perfumed flower in Amsterdam
Was sweeter than an Irish rose.
© 1985
Book Out Buzz.
Now, you can bear
those piercing stares
on the rolling stairs
of the forty-nine A,
as your fingers play
over printed display,
that's your own book.
And you even took
a sideways look
at who's sat beside.
No attempt to hide,
with dishevelled pride,
the rude, mused health,
when "Beside Myself"
sells from the shelf.(C) 1997
