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Hidden Gems – Chapter 2


Isles of Sopholore

Sopholore so bashtulay

Pleesha du lu vee nu faramo

Come ahh colom

Shah lee somba vay

Purée oh vamma rume

Kutiii kaltdamay

Nanto nadir por padam

Kreesha la di shan di laminoo

Shpella pu-tah

Nam isha saday

Foree a elokon

Sabeer im potay

Circus Of Morality

Everybody’s got a version his or her reality

Dare you enter the circus of your own morality

Where nothing that you’ve ever thought was ever really grown

A billion thoughts you rented got handed down or loaned

We’re fixed into the saddles of the tallest unicycles

What once was thought periphery is now seen as vital

With a worker Bee intensity the tightrope walkers eyes

No safety net below us can one sneeze whilst paralysed?

The bearded lady looks upset more than just a trifle

It seems I have not yet outlived the usefulness of that title

In conversation with a Sulphur Crested Cockatoo

Who speaks in different accents and has a thing for shoes

Is being good as good as it’s made out to be

Altruism or validation is such a thin line don’t you see

For thinking one is better is thinking others worse

I think this not a blessing but deem it as a curse

We’re slapped across our bottoms come out screaming it leaves traces

Seen upon a variety of grown up adult faces

We shallow breathe for breathing deep subconsciously they say

Might return us to the way we came out on that fateful day


I try so hard to be different

To a new bright allegiance I’m sworn

But it seems in our need to be different

We all wear the same uniforms

This ones saying I fit in

This one is saying I don’t

This ones saying you know that I will

And this ones demanding I won’t

This ones saying I’m mighty

This one says I don’t care

But when you’re carefully playing at not fitting in

With that anarchic rebellious stare

We try so hard to stand out

Whilst maintaining the need to fit in

It’s a game just a game don’t you know it’s a game

A game that nobody wins

Some uniforms are better than others

Oh Annalise in your paprika dress

A sartorial elegance and a Dickensian gentility

With such a fiery prowess

This one says I’m a player

Clever and oh so precise

Should I care to digress and shall confess

That clothing is my greatest vice

Put em on put em on put em on

What is it you’re trying to say

Manicured and polite so politically right

To neutral colours I sway hey hey hey

It’s just another still from a movie

Just another page from a book

What worked for you then

Don’t work for you now

You’re ashamed and you say you won’t look

Put em on put em on put em on

What is it you’re trying to say

Manicured and polite so politically right

To unimagined colours I stray hey hey hey hey


Dr Dr will you do more than Dr Dr do little

A procedure it seems that no one dare tackle

Sir would you care to tickle?

It’s my brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain

It’s my brain

It’s got a mind of it’s own and it’s clear that it’s prone

To being quite savage

I’ve come for a partial lobotomy

Just leave me the heart of the cabbage

It’s the brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain

It’s the brain

If it was an app it’s always turned on

My battery low or it’s flat

And I’ll go along you happy with this?

No he said now he wants some of that

Most of all though I guess he don’t ease up on pleasure

I say that we’re rich he can’t see any treasure

I see it simple he says that he’s bored

How much attention? Complains he’s ignored

Says I’m the problem he is the cure

The most arrogant organ inside me for sure

It’s the brain

It lives on adrenalised fixes and highs

A gambler not scared of the odds

When I want to sleep it says open your eyes For I’m bigger than Jesus and God

I’m the brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain

I’m the brain

Berlin Between The Wars

Dr Zeegilash Fin Schlip Shklee Porrell Fontaine

Wore poppy red lips

And a grey charcoal complexion

But the snow queen appeared

Should you ever mispronounce her name

A gargantuan mind she concluded

That I doth possess

No boundaries found

In this orgy of strangeness

Decadent thoughts that wildly digress

It’s like Berlin

Between the Wars

Czechoslovakian scholars

Would discuss my case

With slug furrowed brows

Un enlightened intentions

Exotic and creased the map that nobody’s shown

It’s like Berlin

Between the Wars

The red vineyard at Aries

The only one Vincent sold whilst alive

What are you trying to tell me

Don’t let these unbridled thoughts be your guide

Untethered unmeasured given five star service they will grow

She delivers all of this to me

In the shape of a brooding arthritic lamppost bending down low

Dearest Dr Zeegilash Fin Schlip Shklee Porrell Fontaine

Wore Powder blue eyes

Full of ghostly deception

And a corset that might fuel her superior glare

It’s like Berlin

Between the Wars


I drift I’m a drifter

It is something that I do

I never cared much for routine

Or discipline like you

If you’re born to drift

Then driftings what you’re gonna do

Some of us we choose to drift

A lifetime through

Or do we choose ah that’s part of it

Decisions come and go

No rigid expectations

The only thing a drifter knows

And all the things they said I could have done

I’ll never get to do

Cos I was born to drift

Do you like drifting I’m a bit like you

I drift I’m a drifter and it’s really nothing new

I was the Lesser Spotted Drifting Bird

Way back when in school

Chase a new horizon faces strange and magic

Some are filled with comedy some are extra tragic

Some are making no plans

And they’re the best at what they do

I knew I was a drifter

Without knowing how I knew

We come in a variety

A multitude of shapes and sizes

We’re generally not driven

By your money trophies prizes

As natural as breathing

And it’s my default setting too

I was born to drift

Do you like drifting

I’m a bit like you

Aimlessly going where no one is showing

Meandering we slip into the pauses and the gaps

Digress until we know we might be more than what we lack

These tides that we’re riding and look nobody is driving

We float along get carried on a slipstream

We don’t know until the act of spontaneity it is our greatest show


May I introduce myself

I’m the month that they say they most fear

They call me January

I’m the Monday it seems of the year

I’m announced with disdain

For unlike the weekend

Monday holds nothing but dread

So many just do the only way through it is through

More than simply implied it is said

My siblings are wild and gregarious

July and August just constantly sneer

Well they cackle in droves

And December’s all show

I’m the short straw that always appears

It’s like following Elvis The Beatles

Why would anyone do such a thing?

At the height of their fame everyone’s screaming their name

And no one here wants you to sing

No one here wants you no one here wants you

No one here wants you to sing

Yes I confess that I’m January

Not the month that you want me to be

I’m uninteresting and bare

And would anyone care

If the year started with February?

Mr Hollywood

Are your ears open
Cos I’m about to change your day
With all the things I’ve done

I’m marvellous astounding some might say

I know you’ll look on sheepishly

Agog but never bored

For the kind of things I’ve done

They simply cannot be ignored

I’ve climbed mountains in Atlantis

Wrestled big foot to the ground

I’m the man in emergencies

You’d always want around

In fifteen languages I’m fluent

Horse whisperer I am too

There’s not a thing you dare imagine

That I’ve not done or cannot do

More Hollywood than Hollywood

That’s what I hear them say

More Hollywood than Hollywood

I guess I’m made that way

More Hollywood than Hollywood

I’m sorry yes it’s true

If I make you feel inadequate

You’ll just have to join the queue

Hating Hate

If hating hate was hates intention

Hating hate hates greatest plan

Like a maggot melody

I slowly furrow

Til only hate you understand

If hating hate was hates desire

For after all it’s what you’re designed to do

What they’ve done the whole world over I dare say now they’re doing that to you

Hate the greatest storyteller

In our dramas leading actor starring role

Until your cup shall rise then spilleth over And now it’s only hate you know

Hate says can’t you see?

They’re talking cursing criticising

Putting you down

You can’t just let that be

So I’ll do what can’t be done

For by hating hate

Tis only hate that I become

So hating hate shall not release us

For through her blind spots

Hate chooses to see

I will not hate you my sister brother

It matters not if you hate me


This Boat

Sleeping beauty arises

Your pulse and intentions are strong

The medicine man summarizes

In the mestizo mermaid song

Where a Spider Monkey is master of more

Than just body linguistics and dance
And everyone here arrives not a moment too late or indeed

Came by chance

You are the north star children
You are the snow hare sleeping on the ground

You are the Magdalena equally lost and found

Ready to leave the world that you know

The dry ones you made in your head

The model’s a crumbling wreckage

It’s your time now to lead not be lead

You are the north star children
You are the snow hare sleeping on the ground

You are the Magdalena equally lost and found

This boat will sail it’s been lost at sea

And there is no place I’d rather be
You are the ocean angel
You are a prism of sight and sound
You are the Magdalena
And the seeds that you planted

Were all on higher ground

Elephants sitting aloof and cross legged

For hours as they stare at the walls
As magistrates say here’s to justice

Not just for one but for all

Cows from Zeal Monachorum in the tallest of evergreen grass

Where Pygmies in red striped pyjamas shout out

This corner of England shall last

This corner of England shall last

This boat will sail we’re lost at sea

And there is no place that I’d rather be
You are the ocean Angel

You are a prism of sight and sound
You are my Magdalena
And the seeds that you planted

Were all on higher ground


Attention attention disclosure

An announcement that might make you blue

I was employed by the music police

And I hid so much more than a few

I worked for the men who decided

what everyone else got to hear

I was a detective who proved most effective

In making some things disappear

But a spell it is said should you find it

Tis thirty three syllables long

You must smile as you bellow dear ladies & fellows

For this earworm inside you is strong

It reverses your domestication

You become virginal new

Be proud that you might not be

One of the many but get to be one of the few

Yes there be songs that help us

Maybe help us to unlearn and undo

Those things that the most scary of Uncles

And parents in this so so so society put us all through

The tortoise says it’s easy

You don’t need to go along like the hare

Him that’s in front is often the runt

In the commercial litter that’s frightfully nauseous and Scared

I’ve been domesticated my friends and so have you

I’ve been domesticated oh what’s a man to do

Pia lo may

Coo ree ar lune

Zambala jaine

Shan falidee vor me a mala taka way

Shim peera hey

Alayah zu hoo oom

The depths of the tides that you wade in

Oh the muddy hippopotamus roars

Reversed domestication you will now be fresh and Virginal too

Lives unimagined so unimagined

Are now being imagined by scary uncles parents Teachers lawyers and high society’s creepers

But most of all are now being

Imagined by you

I’ve been domesticated my friends and so have you

I’ve been domesticated but reversed it so can you

Here’s what we do

Pia lo may

Coo ree ar lune

Zambala jaine

Shan falidee vor me a mala taka way

Shim peera hey

Alayah zu hoo oom



So oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh achingly unfashionable the words I choose to use

Unlike the ones they never do

There is no one below or above you

Getting in to getting out of this I call myself

If I’m the someone no one knew

So don’t forget

Who have you have you been all of this time?

Life’s a pantomime

It will happen right when it’s supposed to

Another true contender for the master of disguise

Tell me would you cross it wherever I draw that line

That line

The DJ puts a record on

His eyes like flying saucers

They begin to fly

Said it was his favourite song

Say hello hello hello

Then wave goodbye

Wave goodbye

Orange Puddle Soup

A bowl of Orange Puddle Soup

On Warning Tongue Lane

A shiny cardboard suit that keeps out the rain

UFOs that appear through a tear in the clouds

Like a giant amalgam or a wisdom so proud

Olive skinned lovelies with raven black hair

She’s Sophia Loren with a thousand yard stare

Hidden Gems – Chapter 1


Some of us will be falling at Bechers and some of us go at the chair
Some of us just because just because we don’t want to be there
40 yards it seems from the winning post some jump high into the sky
It was said they carried that Devon Loch look in their eyes When up close when up close
They neither craved the fame nor the money but failing so gloriously
reveals a new paradise
Some things in life are still worth getting excited about
In a traffic of bodies a mighty pile up occurs
Oh and then out of the clearing tis only you that’s emerged The highly unfancied the one that nobody claimed the most likely
they said in school to break a leg or end up lame You you the most outside of outsiders
We’re the 100-1 shot Tipperary Tim is our name
And some things in life are still worth getting excited about
In the national of life we’re all runners and riders and some of us
the most outside of outsiders we’re waiting we’re still chasing
And glory is fleeting from obscurity is forever they’re neck and neck
they can’t split them it’s a photo finish


The tallest man with the skinniest features crazy preachers eyes that say
Hello – How low?
Why don’t you tell me where the kids all go?
Peculiar strange or peculiar funny
I’m just a vine from the crooked tree that grows
How low? Why don’t you tell me where the kids all go?
Hello – How low?
It’s underneath your vest but I can hear yours
fluttering beating that stubborn little muscle inside your chest
I found it – I tasted life on another planet
You speak a strange kind of butterfly language
When all I hear are the caterpillars groan
How low? Why don’t you tell me where the kids all go?
Ba Da Da Da Da Da
Restless hands in the pockets of chaos
Shiny faces with mile wide grins that grow
Hello – Why don’t you tell me where the kids all go?


The early morning call the smell of toast is in the air like an Eskimo in his igloo I said “Please just leave me there”
Perfectly aligned in being undisturbed the world has woken up but I’ll pretend that I’ve not heard
So I shuffle like a newborn who’s taking her first steps like a nervous tightrope walker without the safety net just like my nine month old daughter
My style’s all contract killer pale unshaven grim
My suspicious looking eyes daren’t let the daylight in
I am so happy most of all in my bed
Happy so happy most of all I got a whole universe in my head  
Happy so happy most of all in my bed let snoring commence and take over
If sleep is soup and soup is sleep then bring me crusty bread
When you’re so good at doing nothing and nothing comes close
I got a PhD in nothing it’s what I like doing most
‘I am the King of the Lucid Dreamers’


Danger Danger here on planet earth
There’s a singer songwriter epidemic and they claim it’s getting worse
We cannot move for heartfelt lyrics soft and sweet indulgent gimmicks the song would be over but there’s not enough of me yet in it

And so he picked up the phone and haggled lady if it’s true then 555 vinkloore and no less I might just do the work that no one else would dare to contemplate I will create a serum that I know shall break their need to sing to where others be gathered in a room and recite a set of bloated impending doom
They shall no more preach messages from a sense of lack for misery loves company as they back slap each other back

For we need more shepherds and not more sheep more sheep more sheep more sheep more sheep we need more shepherds not sheep
As the sheep start to bleat
Baa Baaaaa

For it seems that human beings are addicted to their pain 
Suffering seen from an outside source 
How shall  I call it? INSANE
It’s true they are not conscious of acting consciously 
For the main trade on your planet is to indulge in the ‘woe is me’ 
For many have so much but nothing fills them up 
The void they’re trying to fill it can’t be filled up with that stuff 
I’ll hunt down all the leaders 
Switch off their moaning genes 
And in time Planet Earth can radiate with joy and new found dreams 


Not all of us will flower in summer not all of us will spread our wings in the endless fields of perfumed colour we weren’t the first buds of the first day of spring
Above the rain filled skies of Summer the blazing sun she does confess what hasn’t started how can it be over? If it hasn’t happened yet?

Handsome girls and golden boys some of us are bootleg youth I’m older but I’m younger now
So here we are floor to ceiling
Bloated with tongue twister lines if you are Jane does that make me Tarzan?
As I go swinging from another slippery vine
Not all of us will flower in Summer tilt our heads from the sun filled sky until the autumn months bring the spice box colours fuels a new intention that first passed us by


Fat Freddy’s fingers so lazily linger on the ebony and ivory keys seduced by a logic fuelled by the darkest liquid made from the sea warm it would tipple his handlebar rippled like a baby seal moistened and wet as Fat Freddy’s fingers combed through his moustache “are you ready Freddy?” “Not yet”
They scream out with joyous air thumping persuasion Burt Bacharach tunes they can wait as Freddy begins the heart of Saturday night by his boho chic hero Tom Waits lost in a world of atmospherical discord and dissonant water bassoon Fat Freddy’s fingers when they decided arrived not a moment too soon
Husky dog howling and twisted face scowling his heavy perspiring brows poured the nectar of labour infused with a favour a femme fatale Freddy adored his fingers once bony wiry and stretched out the teen showed such promise they said but he wanted to travel let the world just unravel in exotic climes he’d forget “what is success just a bind just a burden no one need write about me I’d rather just hang out in fishermen towns  where the villagers live by the sea” the smell of the air still salty still there tis the odour that he’ll never forget now Fat Freddy’s fingers indeed they do linger like a giant imaginary net
Just like the whale he  thrashed his large tail but flaccid he found himself beached “run out of money and friends so my honey took a boat she said my excuses too cheap” to an island so far you can’t reach it by car “Freddy you can’t hunt me down I gambled our money our house and what’s funny I don’t think that I want to be found” Freddy unstable more willing than able said nothing makes sense any more as the audience clap his fingers they rap to that Manhattan George Gershwin score
I think I’m prepared it’s time that I dared in Fat Freddy’s fingers a smoke I live up with  stars and a planet near mars but this busking musician is broke the mob’s always hungry a favour to sell a brandy soaked voice says “hey Freddy how’s you? I could track your girl down I know people in towns and cities the whole world it’s true” Fat Freddy’s fingers anarchically linger clenching club like his fists no moral incision I fear no derision a song first I healthily tip like a toothy grinned walrus the alpha male saw us clasping their hands in a deal another hamster one gasps there ain’t enough masks to keep Freddy from riding that wheel
Out on a ledge of a Parisian window a conversation more lost than found when you’ve danced with the angels so high in the air the only way forward is down they found Arrabella in Arunachala she hung out with gurus all day “there’s a price on your head” in low voice they said “coming back there with you then no way” with candid persuasion and amorous force they took her away in the night and as Fat Freddy’s fingers played mournful and slow they suddenly filled with delight isn’t she lovely that wonder called Stevie penned all those years long ago balletic they’re dancing his fingers are prancing into you once more let me grow
Arrabella stayed silent glances looked violent “hey Freddy play me a song” the man in the blue black Italian suit said “I think that you know the one?”
The mood as it changes Freddy engages and plays with a pensive refrain “R E S P E C T I’ll tell you what it means to me dear Freddy need I tell you again?”
Fat Freddy’s fingers no longer linger least not with the ten he once had but he still plays piano better than others of six digits 
I think he was glad
He still lives in the stars and a planet near mars love darkened his doorstep again he watches each sunset and says “I’m not done yet” and opens his mouth to the rain
It’s 2.57 and the light from the heavens lunar bathed open roof bar Adagio for strings by Barber he plays a melody that seems to come from afar
Been looking been looking been looking so long for the heart of Saturday night now Fat Freddy’s fingers they choose to linger with a peaceful and natural delight


This is a song that nobody wants to hear
This is a song you’ll forget long before you care to remember
This is a song won’t tattoo cross your chest this is a song
Happy to stay out of the way
No camera lights action or sweet centre stage
This is a song if it was a mountain well it wouldn’t be the Eiger
This is a song great or good?
Maybe it’s neither? 
This is a song your ears nor engage or arrest
For this is a song
Unlearning all things they said I should know into whose idea of a song should it grow?
For if this is a song both elusive and shy
Not one of those who excel in King Kong size moments
And if this is a song overlooked and passed by happy to stay that way
Say what you mean mean what you say it’s hardly James Bond gets the girl saves the day
Is it? Mean what you say say what you mean there’s incredible hulks of songs out there so green so green they’re envious this isn’t one of those songs
This is a song be king of the bluff if the stakes were high at poker This is a song dreams of being the Dark Knight turns out to be the Joker
This is a song so transparent and thin
This is a song starved of nutrition a feint apparition
The numbers don’t add up it’s no mathemagician
And this is a song that won’t be heard at fairy tale weddings played on fat bottomed Spanish guitars
This is a song in a world full of bad tributes and pale imitation
This is a song that lets out a sigh of exasperation
This is a song its Vincent price phase was so inspired
This this is a song if it be a monster be it Godzilla a marriage Elvis to young ripe Priscilla


Everyone for miles around
Brought their dancing shoes to town
Everyone at least that’s how it seemed
The young and truly young at heart
In starring roles and extra parts
When nothing is expected life’s so free

Well this cliche’s only cliched cos it’s true
Don’t miss what’s right in front of you

Timbers piled mountain high
The bonfire wood that kissed the sky
The circus in your heart the flames still blue
Tall ambitions master plans
Here by default and not command
You say there is no there left to get to


I’m Mr ‘Tentative and shy’ in large and crowded places to Mr ‘Mmm I
like it most in those wide and open spaces’ Say it like you mean it 

I’m Mr Small and the world is getting larger
Mr Dizzy on the black run I swear that they are harder
Say it like you mean it
I’m sometimes Mr Clumsy and I’m often Mr Wrong and when I’m Mr Muddle I think I’m him for far too long – Say it like you mean it
I’m mischief nonsense grumble fussy worry slow I’m all the Mr Men at once and some I guess you’ve yet to know
I’m Mr ‘Work in progress’ to Mr ‘Yes I’m done’ to Mr ‘I am all those things’ to Mr ‘No I think I’m none’
I’m Mr ‘Funky dancer’ tis James Brown in my hips to Mr Marx ‘I wasn’t kissing her I was just whispering in her lips’ – Say it like you mean it
I’m Mr ‘Beach boy music’ yes I’ve been happy sad and I’m so good no good so good no good so good at being bad
I’m Mr ‘Happy clappy’ they say I’m way too gregarious I smile in places they deem precarious