TIM SANSOM-SONGS

COLOUR CANVAS CAST

2010-12-29T14:35:00.000-08:00

COLOUR CANVAS CAST

A victim in the blizzard
A corpse corroding fast
This artist slit his gizzard in a colour canvas cast

At first glimpse of the dead man
You conjure thoughts of where
Coordinates he strived for
Were quite worth while to die for.
　
TIM SANSOM WINTER 1983

LILAC DREAMS LOST

2010-12-29T14:28:00.000-08:00

LILAC DREAMS LOST
　
Ether all pouring down his walls
Static all prickly neath his balls
Grey dingy windows looking out to his world

And all that we viscerally distrust
And the things one might sculpt from a bust
And the course mathematics of lust
Inspiring and firing dreams of lilac dreams lost.

With Auden and Carroll shelved in his recess
And camphor stained party hats half torn to pieces
He tells his house keeper ‘Do not disturb me!’

Saying ‘I need to be left all alone
As the dust on each phial is my own
For the damp on these walls I’ll atone
When I expound on themes of lilac dreams lost’

Lilac dreams x 4

You’ve a place in my heart x 3
Saying you did from the start

Drood was the dude but then Boz left that open
Was them dens hot ? C’mon man they were smoking!!
The iodine bandage is wrapping his world

And all of his findings and works
And a science innovation that hurts
Its all possible when one exerts
Themselves till they esteem those lilac dreams lost.

Lilac dreams x 4

You’ve a place in my heart x 3
And you did from the start.

TIM SANSOM 29 TH JUNE 2007

LOVE AND ROMANCE

2010-12-18T06:38:00.000-08:00

LOVE AND ROMANCE
　
Rubin, though you’re a Rabbi, you never dance the dance.
Sunrise lights up the way to ‘The Louvre’ and if you’d only make the first move man, you could have love and romance, just give yourself that chance.
If that’s the way you like it Parker
If that’s the way you like it
Then wrap it up in crinoline and buy it, and buy it.
If that’s the way you roll it Susie
If that’s the way you like it
Then wrap it up in ribbons Town and buy it, and buy it
Coz when we count the ways we love the seasons
When we take a moment to reflect in awe
Then we see the magic in his layers of form
Throwing our line of questions to the wall
Ronny, though you’re a rocker
You never the stride the stride
Sunset bathes the palatial domes And
when your feeling old and alone man
Why won’t the swim the new tide?
Ditch all that pent up pride.
　
If that’s the way you like it Parker
If that’s the way you like it
Then wrap it up in crinoline and buy it, and buy it.
If that’s the way you roll it Susie
If that’s the way you like it
Then wrap it up in ribbons Town and buy it, and buy it
Rubin, I know you’re a rebel
But when will you dance the dance
Sunrise lights up the way to ‘The Louvre‘ and if you’d only make the first move man, don’t you want love and romance
Go get your love and romance
You can have love and romance
But steer clear of love and romance
Talk about a whirlwind romance!
　
　
TIM SANSOM 10 TH DECEMBER 2009

FROWNING ON THE DROWNING

2010-12-18T06:35:00.000-08:00

FROWNING ON THE DROWNING
　
Do you have cause to look down those quaint cobbled jetties that snake through your town
Are you frowning on the drowning?
Would you judge me in my drudgery?
Look at the hoboes a hiking
Thumbing their way in the broad light of day
To a land far beyond just surviving
And who has the right to say what wastes a life away
When in the end we return to the earth, to the earth, to the dirt.
Do you have cause to look down?
Do you have leanings to sneer on Smiths and on artisans does it appear that you lecture
On that which you picture?
And are these things factual or merely conjecture?
Look at the factories a smoking
Red bricked for clickers and cobblers who sing as they
Clock in for nine million late shifts
And who has the right to say what wastes a life away
When in the end we return to the earth, to the earth, to the dirt
Do you have cause to look down?
　
　
TIM SANSOM 12 TH DECEMBER 2009

THE BILLY BOY TALK

2010-12-18T06:32:00.000-08:00

THE ‘BILLY BOY’ TALK!
　
Of all the birds that crossed the ancient skies you knew the reasons why
The bracken and the rye were wavering
And then the paint upon your pallet poured into a pool of blues and greens whose effervescent scenes
Still plague you
But what was one to think when you ‘d jumped in the drink and you shook of your hair like a dog
See they never knew you through the garrety years so they won’t
Know the ‘Billy Boy’ talk!
And of all the creatures crawling on the earth and their untimely birth
And their unseemly mirth you stood tall
And so the paint upon your pallet poured into a pool and greens and blues
Whether you win or lose you just have to
Concede to defeat to that sexy deceit
When you kicked off you shoes like a dog
They never knew you through the garrety years
With those first virgin tears
.So they wont know
They cant know
They don’t know the Billy boy talk!
Tell me how could it be that a cool plaintive breeze could deliver me to you terrain
I got my first hit when the canapé split
Giving birth to the very first rain
Of all the chrome they ever packed in Rome you never felt alone
Although you may atone
For failing
So that the paint upon your pallet dries into the dreads of newly weds
Who lying in their beds are craving
But does one conclude
From the sonorous mood
When you slipped off your frock like a dog
They never knew you through the garrety years
With those first virgin tears
Shed for unfounded fears
So they wont know
They cant know
They don’t know the Billy boy talk
　
　
TIM SANSOM 12 TH NOVEMBER 2010

LIFESTYLES

2006-11-29T08:01:00.000-08:00

LIFESTYLES

Hey, I see you’re looking at lifestyles
D’ya know meanwhile you should be looking at what’s yours.

Hands in ya pockets, strolling round turnstiles
D’ya meanwhile you could be looking at what’s yours.

Cause if you, are digging at digging at digging at digging at those little lifestyles, emulating, your missing out on missing out on missing out on missing out on yours aaaaaaaarrrrggghhh!!!!!!

I’m all sixes and sevens about things x 6

You’re all sixes and sevens for lifestyles x 6

TIM SANSOM 1989

NEW BORN CHILD

2006-11-13T03:32:00.000-08:00

NEW BORN CHILD

Darkness in the middle of the daytime
Curiosities upon the lay lines
Cavities inside the Brazil mountains
Cubic to the fraction of a hair pin

Its amazing
Its amazing
Its breath taking
Its hell raising
Its amazing
But its no more amazing than a new born child.

Billions of galaxies surround us
Distances apart that just dumbfounds us
Poltergeists and people levitating
U.F.Os and ghosts and astral sailing
Its mind boggling
Its mind boggling
Gets thoughts juggling
Its awe inspiring and amazing
But its no more amazing than a new born child.

Prophecies inside the sixty-six books
Pointing to this inane time we live in
Say the modern globally manifest ones
God will end the trial before the big bombs
Its real worrying
Its real worrying
Its heart breaking
You’re left shaking
Its amazing
But its no more amazing than a new born child.

TIM SANSOM 1990 LONDON

INCOGNITO

2006-10-27T15:01:00.000-07:00

INCOGNITO

I’ve just seen a sordid sight
Been witness to a crime
I am incognito now
I have been for some time.

Ever heard a picture?
Ever seen a sound?
Ever sussed a decoy?
There’s one now in the crowd.

TIM SANSOM SUMMER 1984

CHARMING I'M SURE

2006-10-27T14:59:00.000-07:00

CHARMING I’M SURE

Charming I’m sure
The get up and go
Of all the lads and lasses
Who so long ago
Sculpted the walls
And lit up the streets for the masses
Home is home is home is home
Its ornamental side’s its asset

They must of thought
That we’d be good
To everything they understood
The real McCoy ingredients
Were thought of as comedians

Charming I’m sure (They must have thought)
The get up and go (That we’d be good)
Of all the lads and lasses (To everything they understood)
Who so long ago(The real McCoy)
Sculpted the walls (ingredients)
And lit up the streets for the masses (Were thought of as comedians)

Home is home is home is homer-ty home homes!
Its ornamental side’s on acid.

TIM SANSOM AUTUMN 1988

CROOKSHANK

2006-10-25T08:27:00.000-07:00

CROOKSHANK

You could do worse than go back to your routes
Back to the glades though back to the house and river
We had linked arms for a walk in the woods
Hansel and Gretel and Goldilocks saw it was good.

Now where was I? Now where was I?
Now where was I? Ah that’s right!
You don’t know me from Zeus
You’ve observed I’m obtuse
If you don’t like the vibe
Load the ‘Sit Up And Beg’ up and drive!

Ultimate virginal primary start
You watched your slate decay
I felt that tare out your heart.

Now where was I? Now where was I?
Now where was I? Ah that’s right
We were up in the Gods
It was ‘ Richard The Third’
Whilst indulged in applause
Our eyes met, you admired . I adored!

TIM SANSOM SPRING 1996

SMILES ARE MORE

2006-10-25T08:13:00.000-07:00

SMILES ARE MORE

Smiles are more x 8

I aint running any more
Gonna face it and what’s more
Instead of trying the technique of white lying
I’ll put my thoughts into before.

I aint chicken any more
I aint fighting any bores
Aint getting stressed
Just counting where I’m blessed
And highlighting my time off with my chores.

Before the world we mean so many things
With hope all faint and thinning when you’re hurting
Think of today, lap up its every stage
And never think about its closing curtain.

I aint worried any more
I aint nervous anymore
I’m through with wasting
The times I should be tasting
And setting sale to taste new foreign shores.

smiles are more x 8

TIM SANSOM SPRING 1992

BLACK CAT DREAM

2006-10-25T07:52:00.000-07:00

BLACK CAT DREAM

Last night I dreamt a black cat told me that a man just ate a baby
I rang the cannibal department as a passer by confirmed it

Everyone was interrupting me it was a bad line
All at once it gave me a bad time.

If I had a wish I’d wish I had a million wishes
Its malicious and its greedy but its true.
If I had the money I would buy The Royal Mint
And only spend a plug Nichol on you!

( Spoken)
Never could work out the logic of dreams

As I was sleeping I was conscious of my numbness hypochondria
Like when your counting all those stressed times in your head when someone’s conned ya!

I had to tell myself it wasn’t true its paranoia

(Spoken) Oh well I’m a poet not a lawyer!

If I had a wish I’d wish I had a million wishes
Its malicious and its greedy but its true.
If I had the money I would buy The Royal Mint
And only spend a plug Nichol on you!

(Spoken) Always did like the idea of The Philippines

Role me x 15 into frenzy.

show me x 15 to the Norse Gods.

I think the fact that they are still developing Star Wars is naughty!
Oh first the fist and then the stone and then the bow and arrow story.
You only need to count to ten to tell what’s brewing.

(Spoken) This is the very fact on which they’re chewing!

TIM SANSOM SPRING 1992

BED OF LIES

2006-10-22T11:06:00.000-07:00

BED OF LIES

The journey for the soul goes back and forth (And back and forth)
Which in the main leaves man obliged and ……dwarfed
He’s kind
Often he’s kind
But he sees very little and he lies… in his bed of…. lies

The journey for the soul goes to and fro (And round and round you know)
Which in the main keeps man far from the….. know
He shines
Quite often he shines
But he believes very little and falls ill… In his bed of…. lies
Heartbeat x 4

TIM SANSOM 2000

OH THE TICKET!

2006-10-21T03:39:00.000-07:00

OH THE TICKET!

Hey look there goes a traveller
A silent observer
He has one destination
Me, I won’t try his patients
He’s home and dry
He’s home and dry

If where there’s smoke there’s fire
Then where there’s hope there’s glory
If where there’s hints there’s learning
I need not tell the story
Of home and dry
He’s home and dry.

TIM SANSOM JULY 1985 ( TITLE MARK REFOY )

THE PACE THAT KILLS

2006-10-20T03:25:00.000-07:00

THE PACE THAT KILLS

Thought I should a sporting chance
That’s what you call naïve
I thought they’d pay me in advance
That’s what you call naïve but

That type they’ll opt out on a lot of deals for love
Come a long long way for love
That’s right they’ll sit out on a lot of deals for love
Come a long long way for love

He’s Joe cool he’s Jack the lad
He’s the big I am.
Hobbies include acting crude
And getting out his pram, cause

That type they’ll back out of a lot of deals for love
Come a long long way for love.
That’s right they’ll pass up on a lot of deals for love
Come a long long way for love.

As these words enter your ears
Somewhere water’s flowing
Me I have nowt to add to that
But it had you going

That’s why they sit out on a lot of deals for love
Come a long long way for love
That’s right they’ll sit out on a lot of deals for love
Come a long long way for love.

TIM SANSOM 1985 ( TITLE MARK REFOY )

SEE YOURSELF IN JILLY

2006-10-20T03:05:00.000-07:00

SEE YOURSELF IN JILLY

Jilly lit a cigarette
Sat outside in the parlour
She never had the answers
But then she never asked the questions.

She feels no anguish in her heart
She’s never wondered why so far
Can you see yourself in Jilly yet?

Jilly packed away some clothes
Into a dark red hold-all
Walked out into the street
And took off in Papa’s Jensen

She feels no anguish in her heart
She’s never wondered why so far
Can you see yourself in Jilly yet?

TIM SANSOM 1989

MORE IMPORTANT THINGS

2006-10-20T02:54:00.000-07:00

MORE IMPORTANT THINGS

When I get my breakfast right
I pour some cornflakes in a bowl
I get some bacon and some eggs
And put some toast on the grill.

My boyfriend lays the table out
I ask him hat he wants to drink
He usually has some lemonade
We buy from the off licence.

Sometimes if I fancy it
I dip my buppy in my yoke
The tomatoes may be tinned or fresh
I do the washing up
He does the drying up
Sometimes we look at the designs on the plates!

Are there more important things on the planet earth?
Are ther more important things on the planet earth?
We’ve a hunch there may be something in this
We’ve a hunch there may be something.

TIM SANSOM SUMMER 1988 ( Written for Anne Conoboy )

JAMEY

2006-10-18T03:47:00.000-07:00

JAMEY

You’re the way my tears fall
If you’re anything at all, to me….Jamey
So many have told me to erase you from my dreams when I’m asleep Baby!

But I think of what we had
And how we walked along the sands
Of all the promenades of love
Engulfed by autumns haunting glove
I could never see a way to put repair to all those days
Ah but Jamey……Remember when I as your lady.

I was in the castle and through down my golden locks It was to be…Jamey
Half way climbing up though you were thrown into the sea the angry sea baby!

But I think of what we had
And how we walked along the sands
Of all the promenades of love
Engulfed by autumns haunting glove
I could never see a way to put repair to all those days
Ah but Jamey……Remember when I as your lady.

TIM SANSOM SPRING 1988 ( Written for Anne Conoboy)

YEAH N'I SEE YOU'RE SMILING

2006-10-18T03:37:00.000-07:00

YEAH N’I SEE YOU’RE SMILING

Yeah n’I see you’re smiling
Yeah n’I see you smile
Yeah n’I see you’re smiling
Do it for a long while!

Don’t look at the bad times
With such an angry heart
Don’t fear for the sad, sad times

Baby don’t ya x 5

Fall apart!

Yeah n’ I see you’re laughing
Baby an I’m watching you laugh
Yeah n’I see you’re laughing
Do it for a long time!

Count them blessings baby
You don’t know what it is to want.
Count them blessings baby

And ………….baby don’t ya x 5

Fall apart!

TIM SANSOM SUMMER 1990

HARD DONE BY BOY

2006-10-18T03:20:00.000-07:00

HARD DONE BY BOY

David Sedgley, he’s a hard done by boy
He unwraps all those smokers bows He knows the score
He breaks out all in a rash, its his make up you see, David Sedgley.

Feeble milk white Robin, he’s a hard done by boy
Quite fancies himself as a train buff, copies their noise
Aaar ha! Aaar ha
He can barely speak a sentence, it’s his make up you see,
Milk white Robin.

Ah go on sweep em in your pile x 3

Alan East, he’s a hard done by boy. Just lost his family in a misunderstanding, his wife, pride and joy. He’d have her back in fifty years time, it’s his make up you see, Alan East.

England nineteen ninety, he’s a hard done by boy.
I know it’s a he because its run by pricks, aren’t I a card?
Don’t even have to say what its doing, its its make up you see, England nineteen ninety. Oooh! Oooh!

TIM SANSOM SPRING 1990

EVENING SILOUETTE

2006-10-18T02:53:00.000-07:00

EVENING SILHOUETTE

Look there’s a lady sleeping
She really looks at peace with herself
She’s such a pretty colour
She’s such a pretty girl

Silk gowns all around a maiden dreaming
White net curtains aid the breeze vent feeling
After she gives ff all of her aspects
Turns into a silhouette by evening.

So when it feels and when it feels
Like disc blades are revved up on toothless gums
Your soul of souls and your only goal
Just can’t be blackened by no sinking sun.

Look there’s a galleon sailing
And don’t it really look a picture of health
The waters round are green and blue
And pouring off the edge of the world

Zeus and Thor are bathing where its draining
Discussing all the nobles who need taming
From there crows nests sailors spy their meeting
But turn into a silhouette by evening

So when it feels and when it feels
Like disc blades are revved up on toothless gums
Your soul of souls and your only goal
Just can’t be blackened by no sinking sun.

Behold there’s a winding canyon
lit up with a tomato red sky
Where a buccaneer’s still dangling
Providing as a human sun dial.

By mid morn his lynched corpse casts a shadow
Pointing to a cave where treasure’s laden
He came by his fait through greed and thieving
And will turn into a silhouette by evening

There’s a flat patch deep in the forest
The Druids had a settlement here
Its round as round and green as green
Which such an ancient atmosphere

Locals swear this monument keeps moving
In fact navigators find it most eluding
And if you’re quiet at night you’ll hear the breathing
Of all the solemn silhouettes of evening.

So when it feels and when it feels
Like disc blades are revved up on toothless gums
Your soul of souls and your only goal
Just can’t be blackened by no sinking sun.

TIM SANSOM SPRING 1990

CHILHOOD'S END

2006-10-18T02:32:00.000-07:00

CHILDHOOD’S END

The firmament spiralled And I caught you blushing
The storm was aloofYou adjusted your bonnet
And there we stood plaintiveTill mine was obsession
Yours was a ‘Go get em Cowboy!’ expression.
With undertones swimmingOf having been living
A life with the stove and the scullery broom

Beautiful, pensive looking lady come hither
Take it upon yourself to be my friend
Saddle up with me north to the river
That we may know childhood’s end
For then we’ll know childhood’s end.

God’s moon in best silver spectated our embrace
And all the earth’s creatures were whisperers and gossips
But night time was naked all save our elation
As circumstance gave birth to our situation
The faces of India, handsome and patient
Smiled on our mud spattered boot trodden voyage.

Beautiful, wistful looking lady come hither
Take it upon yourself to be my friend
Saddle up with me north to the river
That we may know childhood’s end
For then we’ll know childhood’s end.

Our love path was shoddy Oh and ropy and rocky
And I had contempt for you contempt!
Still there we stood plaintive till mine was obsession
And all of your doubting sank into recession
The giants were sleeping and dreaming of honey
Deep in their black drip drop stalactite caves.

Beautiful looking, living lady come hither
Take it upon yourself to be my friend
Saddle up with me north to the river
That we may know childhood’s end
For then and only then could we know childhood’s end.

TIM SANSOM SUMMER 1993

YOU SHOULD BE MINE

2006-10-18T01:45:00.000-07:00

YOU SHOULD BE MINE

Figure I’m out of breath it must be raining
Triggers me off in ways not worth containing
If I had a jar to put my brain in

You would be mine x 3

Typical me admiring from a distance
Not saying what I want to say, for instance
That If you knew the wounds of my resistance

You would be mine x 3

I know the cardigan you’re wearing
I know the role-play we are sharing
No good making promises and staring

I’m not divine x 3

(Guitar piece Irish folk style)

Jealousy and the pastures they are both green
When you’re not in Rome live like the roaming
Not all folks are reaping what they’re sewing

In these times x 3

Give me chips and luck and ‘Hello seven!’
Gambling is a very sound profession
If the ball lands right on my obsession

You know you’re mine x 3

I know the cardigan you’re wearing
I know the role-play we are sharing
No good making promises and staring

TIM SANSOM SPRING 1992

THE 'ABOUT BEATEN' BUSH

2006-10-18T01:28:00.000-07:00

THE ‘ABOUT BEATEN’ BUSH

You have a daughter
In Cedar Creek
It’s fortunate you’re wealthy
And it’s warming how you speak.

The people like you
They trust you and believe your every word
In fact you’re all it takes to kill a mockingbird!

Don’t let me beat about the about beaten bush
The plans you have for us are coming in a rush.

You have a cousin in Alabam!
It’s exciting what I’d like to be and it’s harmless what I am.

Don’t let me beat about the about beaten bush
The lies I’ve told to you
Have shaped your routine bus.

You’re influential out in the west
You age with a Gary Cooper grin
And a beige bullet proof vest.

Don’t let me beat about the about beaten bush
The plans you have for us are coming in a rush.

TIM SANSOM SPRING 1992

SEMI-LONG JOAN

2006-10-15T04:42:00.000-07:00

SEMI -LONG JOAN

Wild is the wind down in Semi-long
We don’t have tumble weed
But we have autumn leaves blowing
They blow past our Lils and our Joans.

No but fine are the folk down in Semi-long
Still say “Good Morning” and “How are ya mate?” as a rule
The eighties aint touched em at all!

Built on a hill
For good or for ill
Red bricked facades
Quite moving whilst still
They spied on the drunks
Of the last hundred years
All their names forever known
To Semi-long Joan.

She’s Flossy
She’s Meggy
She’s childhood memory

You’ve loved em
Your Mum’s one
She’s Flossy
She’s Meggy
She’s Semi-long Joan!

TIM SANSOM 1989

HUMBLE CHILD

2006-10-15T04:32:00.000-07:00

HUMBLE CHILD

You can’t quite work out what’s wrong with your world
It won’t go into fives
It won’t go into sevens
Stilly tour heaven gives a smile so sad and promises
You will come to me humble child.

Me and John agree its timeless sea
We gaze at all things flotsam
Perched upon the click clack pebbles of all centuries
Both of us beguiled, humble child.

Do you not see the sad rail sleepers?
Then wipe the soot off those timid windows humble child.

The old men in the tank have fatal stings
It seems as though they’re quarrelling
And the pseaudo marble toilet
Has a ring to make me think my taste is dating fast
Fabulous and black! Humble child.

Do you not see the sad rail sleepers?
Then wipe the soot off those timid windows humble child.

TIM SANSOM 1990

HER EYES ON

2006-10-15T04:17:00.000-07:00

HER EYES ON

An open field
No more in sight
No sound at all
No shield from light.
Not one thing to set eyes on
From any point of view
A perfect round horizon
The light, the field and you.

X2

TIM SANSOM WINTER 1983

THAT'S WHAT THE LORD SAYS

2006-10-13T07:16:00.000-07:00

THAT’S WHAT THE LORD SAYS

I’ve no head for heights and I’ve no mind for sums
I’ve no time for dates or (don’t be late)s or similar carry ons!!

I told this to the man that stands within my gaze
“Funny” he said, “That’s what the Lord says!”

I don’t believe in good n I don’t believe in bad
For everyone defines each with convenience and fad.

TIM SANSOM SPRING 1986

THE MADLEBROT

2006-10-13T07:01:00.000-07:00

THE MANDLEBROT

War, they’re fighting from Panache to Cotton end
From Bridge Street they predictably descend
For what end?
For what end?

Run! For All Saints is a sanctuary for some.
Immune to the graffiti of the numb.
Better run.
Better run.

I’m watching Lego land grow all the time.
From Lumbertubs to Cherry Lodge
From Thorplands down to Blackwood Hodge
I’m sure they’d build on me if they had time!

Waste, our heritage demolished in waste!
Exchanged for artificial space age paste!
For what end?
For what end?

TIM SANSOM SUMMER 1988

AND ALL MEN ARE BASTARDS

2006-10-13T06:36:00.000-07:00

AND ALL MEN ARE BASTARDS

Procrastinate.
Brothers alike.
Soul fugitive.
So what its nice.

And I suppose that you’ve been waiting here since time in memorial?
Well it figures eh!?
Well it figures eh!?

And its because of me that ABC’s haven’t taught you much at all?
Well it figures eh!?
Well it figures eh!?

Smelted wizardry.
Cares sumptuously.
Loves walking tall.
Well it figures eh!?
Well it figures eh!?

Promise this is between you and Timbuktu.
Promise this is between you and Timbuktu.

Sampling those several tides
Me from the high and dry
Drowning with every spin
Startled but evergreen
Dunce of the class at last
Ever so ever so
Tell them there’s no one in
Sparse unkempt semitone
“Follow that cab” she says
“Not on your life” he says
“To threaten the name of us?
Its wildly miscellaneous!”
Five star hotel you what
Virtually practical
Practically virtuous
He’s got an uptown head
Embers endure in bed
Embers endure in bed.

Strength of a hundred men
Mutant monotony
Hereditary abstinence
From anything God can see.

TIM SANSOM WINTER 1985

JINGLY JANGLY SPERM

2006-10-13T04:31:00.000-07:00

JINGLY JANGLY SPERM

Town, so called surrounds breathed its first air
From the on looking landscape’s despair
Pantomime smiles, suckles its young
Now that the culture shock war has been won

Views will conflict within the ways
We’re to tongue kiss at gunpoint this phase
What was the film set in Sudan
Where he’d only address her as Maam?

It sent me for days, Fay Dunnaway
With ‘I’m tight as a tick with my praise’
Phantoms want out, especially now
That’s its harder to speak than to shout

Messenger boy, cavalry toy
Spark your news and spout town surround blues
For pantomime knows that like all hot shows
They die out in the way that they rose

Sounds, cute candour frowns cuddle finesse
Affectionate? Well more or less!
Pantomime snarls, looks down on its young
Only whimsical webs can be spun.

Pleasure of hers, caricatures
Sow their seed without notion or need
So called surrounds breathed its first air from the on looking

Stars numerous facades dry hard and set
Much to the box offices ace’s regret
Pantomime heels, spies on its young
And precedes its next prosperous rung.

Frivolous with advocat, obsessed with tequila
A lady of pleasure the Parisian madame
Finly laced silk, tinted features to match
Satire for wit with the most common of frowns

TIM SANSOM SUMMER 1985

( Title Mark Refoy )

( Italics Ade Rhodes )

THERE AINT A KICK WITHOUT A PRICE

2006-10-13T01:00:00.000-07:00

THERE AINT A KICK WITHOUT A PRICE

We were raking it in
Shaking and taking and forsaking sin, but then
You should have seen our weary eyes

Feelings deep in our bones
Made pinch back of tungsten and Watsons of Holmes
But then you never wore our frayed beige ties

There aint a kick without a price
There aint a kick without a price
There aint a kick without a price.

We were talking about
Opening doors with a view to find out
But inside we found a sordid vile affair
So we ran down the creaky spiral stairs

Missing persons? Oh yes!!
Folk from Bermuda and The Mary Celeste
Were broken and bleeding on the floor
Accompanied by the souls of ancient war.

There aint a kick without a price x 3

There aint a without a x 3

Ther aint a kick without a

There aint a kick without a PRICE!!!!!

TIM SANSOM SPRING 1996

BUY THAT MAN A DRINK

2006-10-11T11:47:00.000-07:00

BUY THAT MAN A DRINK

Buy that man a drink, he has advised you
You are on his posse
Rub your spurs with him, joke with the wenches and be heading homewards.

All the time you knew the daddio stared hard at you
And you were lost for things to say that you were stuck for things to do!

Running all my life I find the world won’t let me cheat
Hiding from the darkness lying deep beneath the sheets, screaming!!!

“When, when, when,when.when,when I was a “Do tell!”
When,when,when,when,when,when I was a”Oh yeah!”
When,when,when,when,when,when I was a “Little girl you’d cry?” That’s right!

Even in those days I would avoid those violent ways
Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha ah ha ah ha!

Jump up on the truck I’m going nowhere in particular stranger
In event of luck we may be fortunate and win a wager

I’d back many chips that all fat lips and black eyes are, are failure!!

TIM SANSOM SPRING 1989

RATE OF MAYHEM

2006-10-11T11:29:00.000-07:00

RATE OF MAYHEM

It’s shaking in its boots
Its making back to it roots
It’s taking a chance by forsaking a love
A tailor made hand for a warm blooded glove
At this rate of mayhem
Wait till the next marksman shoots.

And promptly hid in a file
A dossier describing the style
That is to say it’s imitating a love
Oh it just takes a motive, a turn or a shove
At this rate of mayhem
Wait till the next marksman shoots.

TIM SANSOM SUMMER 1986

BULLIES AND COWARDS

2006-10-11T11:20:00.000-07:00

BULLIES AND COWARDS

You’re a tarty tarty tarty fop
Knee high in hysteria!

Hark! Listen! Listen! Hark!
Come, we’ll forgive and forget…..I’ve forgot!

And so the two of them with a renewed rapport
Go walkies into Hey presto!!

It’s best they don’t know there’s egg on their face
In this slick supernova unfortunate case.

Please hold your tongue
This is not what I call prestige
Don/t get me wrong. I repute the astute tax frees
And all in all you’re clued up with nonentities

So speak forever hold your piece!!

You’re a tarty tarty tarty fop
Neck high in hysteria!

You are! I’m not You are! I’m not!
You are you are!! I’m not!!!

It’s a shame the crux won’t wear our plea
But who’ll host the stains?
Not I. Nor me!

And so the two of them with a subdued rapport
Will drink our health no more!!!

TIM SANSOM Winter 1985 (Title Mark Refoy)

REACH FOR THE SKY

2006-10-11T10:53:00.000-07:00

REACH FOR THE SKY

Heartfelt gestures know
They can not reduce the woe
Ten for trying ten for trying
Ten for trying ten for trying keep it going!

If you don’t believe it then you’re lost before you start
No harm in giving it your heart.

Wanna wear the crown?
Be heard of in every town?
Don’t deny it don’t deny it
Don’t deny it don’t deny it keep it going!

T.V makes it kosher
But we’ve heard all that before
I’m trying now to realise more

TIM SANSOM AUTUMN 1988

BELSHAZAR'S HEART

2006-10-09T13:48:00.000-07:00

BELSHAZAR'S HEART

They married my soul
To Belshazar’s heart
The fever was rife
The hour was hot
And the patio flowers
Blew soft through the mild child that I once was

And we laughed again
And we wept again
Grazed our knees again
Smelt Germolene again
And we fortified
And we knew the sun

They married my soul
To last Sunday’s heart
The feeling was fine
The hour was hard
And the patio flowers
Blew soft through the child…..Mild as I once was.

And we laughed again
And we wept again
Grazed our knees again
Smelt Germolene again
And we fortified
And we knew the sun

TIM SANSOM AUTUMN 1995

THE NIGHT LIT CITY VIEW

2006-08-18T05:36:00.000-07:00

THE NIGHT LIT CITY VIEW

Everybody has a mind, yeah’n everybody has a heart
Everybody goes insane and everybody falls apart
Now I’ll make an offer and hope you won’t refuse
Put on violet dress and slip into your violet shoes
I am sensitive and complicated too’n I need you with me
To enjoy the night lit city view

I can peel an orange when the teacher looks away (Fair doos boy! Fair doos boy!)
I employ philosophies to counteract mistakes (Fair doos boy! Fair doos boy!)
But that ain’t no news today!

Everybody has a mind, yeah’n everybody has a heart
Everybody goes insane and everybody falls apart
Now I’ll make a treaty and hope you won’t refuse
Put on your violet dress and slip into your violet shoes
I am sensitive and complicated too’n I need you with me
To enjoy the night lit city view

As regard my origin and routes I’m tall and proud (Fair doos boy! Fair doos boy!)
You might find me talking quiet whilst dressing very loud (Fair doos boy! Fair doos boy!)
But that ain’t no Turin Shroud!

Well look everybody has a mind, yeah’n everybody has a heart
And everybody goes insane and everybody falls apart
Now I’ll make this offer, knowing you won’t refuse
Put on your violet dress and slip into your violet shoes
I am worry worry, complicated too’n I need you with me
To enjoy
The night lit city view
The night lit city view
The night lit city view.

TIM SANSOM 1993

THE EIGHT TILL LATE

2006-08-18T05:35:00.000-07:00

THE EIGHT TILL LATE

The culprit is one of us so no one leaves the room
Then text reveals its ugly head too soon too soon
But I’m not one for “Hey that’s cruel” n I’ve heard it said have you?
That all the spun panache you’ve seen are weavers who indeed
Come to the party x 4

The culprit is one of us no one need leave their seats
The eight till late initiates you all to foreign treats
But I’m not one for “Hey that’s fun” n I’ve heard it knocked have you?
That all the penned panache you’ve seen are authors who indeed
Starred in a movie x 4

Starred in a x 6
Movie.

TIM SANSOM JULY 1985

THE BELT OF ORION

2006-08-17T05:44:00.000-07:00

THE BELT OF ORION

Speech, what does it mean?
Love, where has it been?
See the house there over yonder
That’s where they told those lies to me
See the valley lights surrounding
That’s what explains surprise for me

Its different conceptions and altered perceptions
That demonstrates ambiguity
Why, just the other day I saw
Another angle to purity

CHORUS When you begin to see you will be disappointed you will be disappointed
When you begin to see you might be disappointed you might be disappointed
You won’t be disappointed at all, not at all.

Suppose I were to say
Look at look at look at look at it this way
Right now I’m thinking that you are thinking
We think you think that we sound good
Now here’s a statement YOU CAN DO ANYTHING! Aint that good!?
Pull up a chair and let down your hair and we’ll exchange some pleasantries
Go live a little, whiskey and billiards, flirt a while with simplicity.

CHORUS X 2

Straight to the belt of Orion. Shafts from the pyramids lines
Each constellation, Egyptian elation warranted worship tombs and stone
Gasp at achievement ever so awesome
Great inspiration has been shown!
Who were their fools?
And what were their tools?
And why did they use the meteorite stone?
Draw up a chair and let down your hair and make inspiration of your own!

CHORUS X 1

TIM SANSOM MAY 1994

THE BIRDS BEFORE

2006-08-17T05:42:00.000-07:00

THE BIRDS BEFORE

Way out in the country where the sweet breeze does its thing
I saw a bare footed boy riding on a pony for the sake of it I’m sure.
When I asked him for a drink of milk he sighed a sigh and sneered and smiled
And said” What for?” I told him “ Aint you heard this parable before?”

“ I got my beliefs” I says. “Loopholes and retreats” I says
“Now lighten up or leave me in my spangled Shangri-La, its what they’re for!”

Way out in the desert where the leathery lizards writhe around
I met him for the second time, he knew me as he tilted up his hat.
“Don’t think I’m a soft touch with my brown eyes and my Lobos crow’s feet
Many before made the same mistake and now are arid in the dust!”

“Oh I got my beliefs” I says. “Loopholes and retreats I guess
Now lighten up and leave me in my spangled Shangri –La, its what they’re for”

Way out in the mountains where the shattered ice is brilliant white
I met him for the third time he was older like the birds before the wars.
“Can’t you find a niche to hold your spine and drink your wine?
Or are you empty in that way? It takes a real buffoon to follow me this far!!
Involuntary I’m solitary, to take a leaf out of my book won’t do
The camp fire beans are burning scars into my psyche though and through!!!”

“Oh I have my beliefs” I says. “Don’t entertain defeat” I says
Now all’s well that ends well and I’m inclined to think the desert knows its true.

TIM SANSOM APRIL 1992

WAYNE

2006-08-17T05:38:00.000-07:00

WAYNE

Wayne goes over a hill
Thinking Cleo will be following
Now she can’t think he’s for real
They spend so much of their time quarrelling

But were we at their honeymoon?
Did he not call her honey soon enough to win her love?
And were we at heir honeymoon?
Did he not call her honey soon enough?

Too many truths in a bluff!
Too many truths in a bluff!

Wayne goes over a bridge
Thinking the ogre hasn’t sighted him
Now his thumbs itch for a thrill
He wants to disillusion and enlighten him
Mislead and up tighten him
He calls his name to frighten him Wayne!!

But were we at their honeymoon?
Did he not call her honey soon enough to win her love?
And were we at their honeymoon?
Did he not call her honey soon enough?

Too many truths in a bluff!
Too many truths in a bluff!

TIM SANSOM SPRING 1988

WORSE THINGS HAPPEN AT SEA

2006-08-17T05:37:00.000-07:00

WORSE THINGS HAPPEN AT SEA

The rug has been rid of its crumbs
Its been tossed in the street tween the index and thumbs
The rest of the room is a mess
Because after hours drinking has found this address ah but my guess
Is worse things happen at sea!. No but seriously

The scent and the aerosols filling the shelves
With their colours and commerce and come-ons as well are not needed!
Like the paisley skinned chair with its trimmed claret hair
Next to fiction filled books on unlikely affairs feed the greedy
We live in a bubble at best!.......But my guess, is worse things happen at sea!
No but seriously

Pain opposed pleasure at vice verso’s leisure
Take either away and the balance decays in the outcome
So take it earnest or take it in jest, I’m just one theologian possessed
With my guess
I’m just one theologian possessed by my guess

Visually your petals are refined sculptured cream
Not quite brilliant white whilst your stalk is bright green
Created perfection exempt from affection
Your colour so cold, your legend so old
You sister gift God of the garden white rose
How different you are from your relative red
The colour contrast bares almost a pain
Perhaps a version of you that has bled
In it’s turned down desire to drink from the rain
How pleased I am to see rows and rows
Of you sister gift God of the garden white rose

The rug has been rid of its crumbs
Its been tossed in the street tween the index and thumbs.

TIM SANSOM MAY 1987

WATCHING PHILADElPHIA

2006-08-17T05:05:00.000-07:00

WATCHING PHILADELPHIA

Massage out the pent up melancholy in your temples
While you’re blubbering in a whiskey watching Philadelphia
Feel the famed sensations and the cinematic shadows
As the awful wicked upset vents and Wilde’s watching.

Strange compassion, we don’t have enough for you
We don’t have enough for you hoo hoo
Strained compassion, we don’t have a clue
See we’ve never had a fall
But deep within the chasms of the most authentic blues
Where man is able to envisage himself in your shoes
We study the identity and the nature of ordeal
We flirt on its parameters for its morbid appeal
But soon we learn it will not go away and that it’s real

Don’t he look like? Don’t he sound like?
What the hell the press’ll twist it media’s
Junk and history’s bunk so where’s it leave ya?

Strange compassion, we don’t have enough for you
We don’t have enough for you hoo hoo
Strained compassion, we don’t have a clue
See we’ve never had a fall
But deep within the chasms of the most authentic blues
Where man is able to envisage himself in your shoes
We study the identity and the nature of ordeal
We flirt on its parameters for its morbid appeal
But swiftly learn it sticks and stays and stings and that it’s real.

Right now, today unearth the truth of heartache, pain
Begin again frustration, shame, depression, fear and disappointment!!
In the dark embark upon a wild crusade, a desperate quest
To find what’s best to heal your wounds and then to help ya
And massage out the pent up melancholy in your temples
While you’re blubbering in a whiskey watching Philadelphia!

TIM SANSOM FEBURARY 1995

WARM SWEET LOVE

2006-08-17T05:04:00.000-07:00

WARM SWEET LOVE

Upon the screen, the genius theme
Two poor buffoons faltering and failing fulfilling their dreams
And the hearts they cleansed, as they stared in the lenses
Of the cameras that brought them here into our sense for such little expense

And the stunts they performed under Hollywood’s storm
Made us cry out a laughing and, made us cry out for more

And I loved you Stanley yeah’n I loved you Oliver for your warm sweet love

But then commerce took hold,yeah’n made you grow old
But could not erase your wit and your brains nor your hearts of gold
And the sweet crackly tune from the bowler hat room
Not resting on your Laurels with Babe singing “Harvest Moon”

And I loved you Stanley, yeah’n I loved you Oliver for your warm sweet love

All the magic you sent, all from tragic descent
Had shaped my good years and lightened my fears pre adolescent
And the stunts you performed under Hollywood’s storm
Made us cry out a laughing and well made us cry out for more..Encore!Encore!

And we loved you Stanley, yeah’n we loved you Oliver for your warm sweet love.

TIM SANSOM FEBRUARY 1993

FOR STAN LAUREL AND OLIVER HARDY.

THE WAGES OF GREED

2006-08-17T05:03:00.000-07:00

THE WAGES OF GREED

The children play hopscotch n hoopla down by the canal
And a routine truck buzzes all through the puddles
Up on the bridge near the dell
Then a pistol shot roars, two bullets bang
And a man falls splash in the water
With a scroll screwed up tight in his hand.

The humanoid sinks but his literature blows to the shore
The ringleader shouts out to all of his mates
“It looks like a map with a sack full of gold for us all”

They went like it said to the old disused railway track
That was so grown with weeds and deceptive and strange
They just couldn’t find their way back
The an angel appeared in an aura of light
Saying “Can I be of use on this journey?”
“Actually you just might”

The angel and children went miles and miles down the rails
Till they came to a field with a windmill and shack
And cried out “Is there anyone in?”
Then an old face appeared in a window up high
And asked if they would set him free, they said “Immediately!”

They kicked down the door it would seem had imprisoned this man
Then they showed him the cross was marked out on their map
At exactly this part of the land
“I know” says the man
“Tell us, how could you know?”
So he asked them to look out the window
And so the children did so

The angel and rails had totally vanished from view
And the small canal town from whence they had came
Had totally disappeared too
“Who are you Sir!?. Tell us who HAVE we freed!?”
“Seeing you want to know I shall tell you. I am the wages of greed!!!”

TIM SANSOM MARCH 1991

THE SWORD AND THE BRIDE

2006-08-17T05:02:00.000-07:00

THE SWORD AND THE BRIDE

They say there’s two fights of heart
That will lead man astray
They are the sword and the bride
And they both live on today

God knows it’s true I’m a coward
But I’m learning every hour
That bravery is slavery
When the masters are the shallow sheep like crowd!

They say of those faint of heart
You should hide your face in shame
They’ll send you two feathers when
You refuse to bleed in vain

If there is justice in this world
Or truth in what we learn
Then chivalry’s delivery
Can only be becoming as books burn

Life paints command with appeal
Saying “We’ll make lion hearts of louts!”
All for the want of a thrill
But is that what it’s about?

God knows the moment I’m empowered
My essence gets devoured
My virtues die
My follies thrive

Direction veers off blind beneath a shroud
And vision gets consumed in power’s cloud!!

TIM SANSOM SUMMER 2001

THERE YOU ARE

2006-08-17T05:00:00.000-07:00

THERE YOU ARE

We hear the people’s tongues saying “It’s getting hard to see just where you are”
We feel the people’s thoughts thinking “It’s getting hard to know just where you are”

It’s just a failing myth
A fabricated fallacy of everyone you’re with
Because what is well is and there you are!!

Oh Mother Nature girl, I was extremely young
Oh when it dawned upon me just how unfair you are.

Is it your floating whim?
The fact you’ve structured these dimensions into sink or swim?
Oh you and Father time, what a fine pair you are!!

It’s all within the realms
Of my Discovery channel’s sweet survival films
Run run run run gazelle and there you are!!

We sense the city’s heart beating
Under its vile glove round its scenario
The rural meadows quake because too well they know
They’re not so far you know?!!

Its all within the realms
Of my Discovery channel’s sweet survival films
Run run run run gazelle and there you are!!

TIM SANSOM JUNE 1994

THAT'S THE STORY

2006-08-17T04:58:00.000-07:00

THAT’S THE STORY

When comrades are afraid they’ll be let down
They’ll stand their ground till there’s nothing in our bag of tricks left for them.
The Gods are all agreed its tongue in cheek to mock the meek
But will agree it did relieve the boredom.

A fable comes your way you sap its worth discard the foil
Then gather up the grains of goody two shoes.
What big eyes you have! Here have my guard, defences too
And keep it in the dark if I can trust you.

Bluff has reversed the roles oh gracious me I feel so blonde
Could I let down my hair, despair and fuss you?
And fuss you and trust you.

You can see where the trams have rumbled by and done their bit
And made this century seem so Jackanory
In that I mean its strange accepting change
Submit the past, yet revelling in the remnants of its glory
Of its glory, that’s the story.

TIM SANSOM AUGUST 1987

SURVIVAL

2006-08-17T04:57:00.000-07:00

SURVIVAL

Survival is applicable
To every mortal’s hand
It manifests from green grass
To the desert’s ginger sands.

Its maths and shape
Caress and rape
The bustling city’s ways
First settlements then industry
Now this third wave of change.

It combs the deep an coral reefs
That kiss the slopes and planes
Which too possess the network
Of its comforts and its pains.

TIM SANSOM 1982

STARVE

2006-08-17T04:56:00.000-07:00

STARVE

Starve!….. Or feed yourself a forward thinking path
Trying!….. It won’t work if you keep changing your mind
A little piece of everything won’t do
Stick by your guns and reap what’s owed to you
You will not be restricted if you dare
You’ll never know your time is up I swear!

Trying!!….. We can’t control being born, aging or dying
What better reason could there be to smile?
When fatalism comforts you in style
Strong!..... And all the other things that go with young!
Glad!…..And grateful and appreciative and mad
With happiness for all the times I’ve had!

Shine!....Enrich your soul with merriment and joy!
Stand up upon the city’s highest spire
And hurl your fears into your new desire.
Dance!.....Upon the rooftops of your new romance
Enjoy her silhouetted zany stance
And move in for the kill with your advance
Embrace her and swirl round in shades of blue
And jet with awesome force into the dream
And taste and feel the mood of all your being.

TIM SANSOM MAY 1994

SHIPWRECK

2006-08-17T04:55:00.000-07:00

SHIPWRECK

Fathoms deep so many species
Each with a candid eye
On human activity, they’re shy.

The surface creatures interfere
With all their modern tech
They cross the sunken galleons
War had put in check.

If financial benefit lies anywhere inside
Greedy and experienced
They will soon decide.

An expedition leader
Enters through a gash
The history is so present
He can almost hear the crash!

The hunters and the hunted
With eyes placed to tell which
Awkwardly amongst each other
Their suspense, their itch.

Equally large numbers of
Inside and external
To the ship’s remainder
That rat race is eterna
TIM SANSOM OCTOBER 1982
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SEA SHANTY

2006-08-17T04:53:00.000-07:00

SEA SHANTY

Here’s a baby boy he’s only golden haired and game for laughter
Hasn’t even hit the stage of “You should be in your pyjamas”
Lap up all the happiness and magic he gives off and Father
Have a heart and sing the boy a sea shanty
To give him some nostalgia when he’s twenty.

Here’s a boy of seven years with curious ears and sharp perception
Understand’s parental love a goodbye kiss and plain affection
Lap up all the happiness and magic he gives off and Father
Have a heart and sing and sing the boy a sea shanty
To give him some nostalgia when he’s twenty

And chase him to the half moon
Shiny sparkle half moon
Sixpence under pillow
And watch the wild roaming weeping willow wilt away!

Here’s a man of thirty years with no regrets and eighty acres
Maybe when the summer’s gone he’ll move to France and start a family
Lap up all the happiness and magic he gives off and Father
Have a heart and sing to him that sea shanty
It’s given him nostalgia since being twenty!!

TIM SANSOM AUTUMN 1993

DANCER AND DANCER

2006-08-17T04:51:00.000-07:00

DANCER AND DANCER

May I have this dance? Expressed his raised brows
And with his every sense transfixed on her gowns
What seemed a season awaiting her answer
Were seconds of reason tween dancer and dancer.

She almost agreed, thus his tenterhooks freed
They embraced one another, t’was visual indeed!
With graceful precision they toured the room whole
And assumed an air over each ordinary soul.

Applause was not heard by the ears of the duet
“You may sir!” she said “You may!”
She wished that she’d spent this whole annual event
In such a passionate way.

TIM SANSOM SPRING 1984

JUST SIGN HERE

2006-08-17T04:50:00.000-07:00

JUST SIGN HERE

All the king’s horses with all their main courses
Flourishing madly, just sign here
No cons in the contract, no chance to be exact
One moment I’m busy, just sign here

Now this is what I’ve been lead to believe, etcetera
Mechanically a chance to slalom weave, etcetera
Through obstacles of so on and so on, etcetera
The convex for of ending has begun.

Now watch the screen closely, you’re in the picture
You play the part of “Just sign here”
You’re selling a product, you’re very persuasive
Your client shows interest, just sign here.

Now this is what I’ve been lead to believe, etcetera
Mechanically the chance to slalom weave, etcetera
Through obstacles of so on and so on
The convex form of ending has begun.

TIM SANSOM January 1984

MEDIEVIL FRUITCAKES

2006-08-17T04:49:00.001-07:00

MEDIEVAL FRUITCAKES

I’m forcing this upon you
I’ll advocate my views
They’re more than an opinion
I’ll deny your right to choose

Of course a small donation
Is just for moral cause
I’m seeking to convert you
And hence I seek applause.

And if you’ve any questions
I’ll say your faith is weak
We’re medieval fruitcakes
The market’s where we speak.

I’ll tell you things about yourself
You don’t already know
But catch out my hypocrisy?
You’re evil! You must go!

TIM SANSOM SPRING 1984

LIVE LIFE

2006-08-17T04:49:00.000-07:00

LIVE LIFE

You know the score when you’re going round the bend
Always the fait of you merry go men
Tell it to God tell it once to your friends

I don’t know it seems to me that where I channel energy
Determines how the cards will fall and so suggests “Effort reward”
Yet in another mood I feel it just as easy to suppose
That all that will or has seen day are meaningless and random waves
And so conclusions tend to be a compromised philosophy
That lacks originality and individuality
Don’t analyze!
It is demise!
Chase girls, drink scotch, climb rocks, stoke fires, live life, live life, live life!

Yeah but you know those lights when you’re close to the edge
Too often the traits of you sensitive heads
Sell it to God; flog it blindly to your friends
And don’t forget to illustrate the personality of fait
That you conceive and contemplate to actually have evolved a face
That turns around and loves in time
It’s difficult to separate the suppositions from the truth
This is neurologically a sleuth
But I wonder if my wonderings are impulses or holy things?
A social skills paralysis could come of this analysis
Don’t analyze!
It is demise!
Chase girls, drink scotch, climb rocks, stoke fires, roll dice, shake hands
Live life, live life, live life!

TIM SANSOM SUMMER 1995

RECOGNISE THE VALUE

2006-08-17T04:47:00.000-07:00

RECOGNISE THE VALUE

I’m afraid of pain
I’m afraid of danger
I’m afraid that if we don’t admit the same
The world might just get stranger

Help me build a hill
I’ll start with this grass blade
Bring your friends and bring your neighbours
Show that this isn’t only hearsay

When we’ve built the hill
Help me build a tower
But just recognise the value
Of the contribution that’s within your power!

TIM SANSOM SPRING 1991

OPPOSITES

2006-08-17T04:46:00.000-07:00

OPPOSITES

I thought for months on end with faith the source may send
A verdict here and there liable to fault my friend
For months on end not planned a verdict crossed my path
Was I being observed to give the Gods laugh?

No vanity in thought when only I’m aware
Enlightenments pursued were not for me to share
I think I’ll take a walk and scan the scene with scope
To masochistically confirm the lack of hope
To know at least one truth one hundred per cent
All theories must have queries from the “Not quite sure” descent!

Passé impair
Passé impair
Passé impair
Passé impair

The black and white are here
The hot and cold are here
The up and down are here the opposite is what we fear
So far as I can see it’s still a mystery
How it repeats itself history, history

Passé impair x 4

I thought for months on end
And thought that that may send
A verdict here and there liable to fault my friend
Gentlemen please place your bets for your delights or your regrets
So far as I can see I’m with the probability
In this environment the things surrounding me
To things inside my mind are on the contrary

Passé impair x 4

TIM SANSOM JANUARY 1983

KICK THE CORGI'S DERRIER

2006-08-17T04:43:00.000-07:00

KICK THE CORGI’S DERRIÈRE

This room is untidy, changes are in the air
It’s a bit of a mishmash of events
Decisions, decisions, decisions, decisions
Must be made, must be made with care.

I look good in a topper
I look good in a bowler
I’d like to drive engines or sail a trawler
But none the less decisions, decisions
Must be made with care

This room is untidy
Changes are in the air
I could hate the royal family X 3
But they wouldn’t care
That’s what they wouldn’t do
They wouldn’t care
And we’re all gin soaks in this together you know!!
Let’s just kick the corgi’s derriere.

TIM SANSOM 1986

MOON

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MOON

Look into the moon
Equinox is blooming and will be unfolding soon
Then a fathom of heartbreak flees from night’s handshake
Flee from me too

You, cane across your shoulder
Hanky wrapped for rambling blue
Moon
In the end you’re me
And in the end I’m surely you

Stare into the flames
Take pity on the remnants
Kick the sand across the blaze
Then a fathom of heartbreak
Sifts through night’s handshake
Pass through me too

Moon
In the you’re me
And in the end I’m surely you.

TIM SANSOM SPRING 1992

IN THE ORCHARD

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IN THE ORCHARD

In the orchard
There are flowers growing elegant and tall
In the orchard
Where no howling winds disturb the winter fall.

And in the orchard
There are linnets who sing sweet and plaintive songs
In the orchard
Where the poison in the berries does no wrong.

In the orchard
Is the most elaborate beauty sight can bare
In the orchard
Where the ample fruit hangs laden in the air.

In the orchard
Are the answers to the questions of all men
In the orchard
Is the garden of beginnings and of ends.

TIM SANSOM SUMMER 1995

I NEED MY NEED

2006-08-17T04:40:00.000-07:00

I NEED MY NEED

I need my poems, I need my rest
I need my battered Penguin paperback “Beau Jest “
I need my time, I need my chance
I need my unmistaken feelings of romance

I need my shape, need my affection
I need my aesthetically pleasing video collection
I need my home, need my esteem
I need it to be shut down and I then need it redeemed

I need my need x 4

I need cartoons. I need control.
I need to look at life in such a way I believe to be my own!
I need my grasp. I need my greed
I need my sickly smiling pseudo piety

I need it soft. I need it hard
I need to need to have to play my final card!

I need my need x 8

TIM SANSOM JULY 1994

I GOT MUSIC

2006-08-17T04:39:00.000-07:00

I GOT MUSIC

A light goes in
Into the room
Sailing past the potted plants all jagged through the gloom

It finds my eyes
It finds my gaze
Amply filling up the room with murky mid morn haze

I light a smoke (And I )
I phone a friend ( And my )
Social circle’s changing fast I’ll turn the page again
Cause I got music
Said I got music
I got music
Yeah’n I got music again.

Ablutions done
I crave the sun
Better go out see the day before the day is done

I like the page ( And I’m )
Fond of the stage ( And I’m )
Putting on my trilby hat and purple wrap round shades!
Cause I got music
I got music today.

A light goes out
Out of the day
Time to rest my weary lids and promptly dream away

To wake again
It isn’t hard
To step into that routine that repetitive charade
When I got music
I got music, I got music
Yeah’n I got music in my heart
In my heart.

TIM SANSOM SUMMER 1992

C'MON AROND N ROCK N ROLL

2006-08-17T04:37:00.000-07:00

C’MON AROUND N ROCK N ROLL

D’ya know that you should write it down that you should write it down
Just how good to breathe is?
Cause when the second season makes its virgin sounds
Me memories can’t believe it
They can’t believe how really good it is when its around
Me thinks oh….oh….so….oh,oh..oh..so..oh..stick another in there Micky hmmm
And don’t spend too long on the grou….ou..ou..ound!

D’ya know the dog hangs out the window on the second floor
And barks for endless hours?
If Master had his way it would be hours more
But this exceeds his powers
There’s no one in the neighbourhood who seems to know his name
Me thinks oh….oh….so….oh.oh..oh..so..oh..R.S.P.C asey phone call
We’re moving out soon anyway!

C’mon around n rock n roll
C’mon around n rock n roll
X 2

Cause I’ve been thinking that you’ve been drinking and
It wouldn’t do to let you go, no no no no! No no no no!

That’s just why you should keep it quiet that you should keep it quiet
Just how good to dream is
That time’ll come when folks can walk the streets at night
How on earth can they believe this?
With nothing in the good book to substantiate its claims
Me thinks oh….oh…so…oh,oh..oh..so..oh..typical of Russelites but look
They’re out to lunch man anyway!

TIM SANSOM SUMMER 1987

HARD SORT FEED

2006-08-17T04:36:00.000-07:00

HARD SORT FEED

It feels all awful on my whiskers running naked through the brush
The madness in the yellow sunburst sky can be too much
But not too much for mirrors and not too much for omnivores like me
The white wolf guards its infant pack and then pursues its hard sort feed.

Further by an aching mile outside on the porch
The Hillbillies that came across the water light a torch
They then play damned fine banjo whilst emptying their moonshine as night fades
It’s somewhere on the planet Earth a place called The United States.

To comb your hair like James Dean in the mirror is all part of growing up
Knocked out by sensations from the media generation is enough
It’s enough to make you bleed as they pursue their hard sort feed.

The music and the culture and highways and the freeways take a bow
In captivating all the taste and mood of how the red man was repelled
See they were frightened of his wisdom so they punched before they rang the bell!!

And don’t think General Custer didn’t tweak about the button just like us
And don’t Secom to Hollywood and it’s portrayal of the bowl of dust
Because in word and deed they just pursue their hard sort feed.

TIM SANSOM APRIL 1992

GREEN UMBRELLA

2006-08-17T04:35:00.000-07:00

GREEN UMBRELLA

I yi I yi I’m, I yi I yi I’m pretending all of the time
Pretending all of the time and I’ll hide behind wine
Whenever I think it fine.

Last night I seen this fellow dance with a green umbrella
His hands were worn with chores he was a Cinderella
And his nose was jagged and his robes were ragged
He had doe for a burger God knows where he’d blagged it
Well I linked arms up with him and I sussed out his rhythm
Then we danced together through Gene Kelly’s weather
Singing I yi I yi I’m, I yi I yi I’m pretending all of the time,
Pretending all of the time. Oh and I’ll hide behind wine
whenever I think it fine.

And then the curtains drew so that the audience knew
That though they’d leered looked at us that it was not serious
And they soaked up their towels and came out for to bow
D’you know the roars had been raucous though the show had been fowl
And then on realising they’d been patronising
I took to inviting them to join in on the chorus singing

I yi I yi I’m I yi I yi I’m pretending all of the time
Pretending all of the time. Ooh n I’ll hide behind wine
Whenever I think it fine!

X 2

TIM SANSOM 1987

GAGGED AND TIED

2006-08-17T04:34:00.001-07:00

GAGGED AND TIED

Amongst the concrete jungle the Marta makes his camp
And writes his magna carter, top tycoon to tramp
He lets it set then lets it sweat then throws away the key
And then the morning after he points his gun at me
I’m gagged and tied for hours and then he reads my rites
Quite unique yet bogus, wondering “Wuthering heights”

TIM SANSOM February 1982

EPIDIDIMI

2006-08-17T04:34:00.000-07:00

EPIDIDIMI

I assume that the plural for epididimus is epididimi ?
Well my epididimi were sticking right out
Last night!
Last night?
When I was strangling my spout
And I couldn’t work out why
I just couldn’t work out why
My epididini!
My epididimi!

X 4

TIM SANSOM AUTUMN 1994

DREAM GIRL

2006-08-17T04:33:00.000-07:00

DREAM GIRL

There was a man who had a dream girl. She was the fabric of his wonderings
And he called her Doll and he loved her eyes and he walked with her into the night.

The old grey Morris Traveller was parked up on the lawn
The church bells rang, the sparrows sang and spliced the orange dawn
The picnic pack and blanket got loaded in the boot
He fired its weary engine and followed its pursuit
It took him to the ocean and lifted his emotions
The sea air made his senses all astute.

There was a man who had a dream girl. She was the ghost of his desire
And he called her Doll and he loved her eyes and he walked with her into the night

He strolled along the shoreline and found Seclusion Beach
His ears drank from the seagulls cries; his rut was out of reach.
The spread of snack was ample, the moment was his friend
Then smooth hypnotic tide sounds brought day dreaming again
He ventured into drama of a pastel panorama
With a figure in its central swirling blend.

There was a man who had a dream girl. She was the fancies of his yearning.
And he called her Doll and he loved her eyes and he walked with her into the night.

Now the old grey Morris Traveller was homeward bound again
For routine and a life somewhere had called its number in
Not long after arriving home he stoked an open fire
And what with flames and brandy into dreams did retire
Past attitudes and mottos oh and numerous glittered grottos
Until no more he cowered fled or shied

There was a man who met his dream girl. See dreams had brought her to the real world
And he called her Doll and he loved her eyes and he walked with her into the night.

TIM SANSOM FEBRUARY 1993

BLOSSOM IS A BLOOMING

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BLOSSOM IS A BLOOMING

Blossom is a blooming and aint it a sight to fill your soul with ease?
The tip of your trilby isn’t yet but will be withered by the breeze
Pay attention to dimension, loyally serve your first intention
And just enjoy the salt air by the sea

Madam, you’ve hurt the little’n now
He wants to carry in your churn of milk for you
You’ve got to make him feel that he can be useful somehow
His pocket watch has stopped and his waist coat’s worn right through
He is the silver lining of your withered widowed cloud
He loves you and intends to make a mint for you.
As trees are lost in forests Martas are lost in crowds
And people live for miles either side of you.

Blossom is a blooming and aint it a sight to fill your mind with ease?
The tip of your trilby isn’t yet but will be withered by the breeze
Pay attention to dimension, loyally serve your first intention
And just enjoy the salt air by the sea.

TIM SANSOM SUMMER 1986

BLACK LASHES

2006-08-17T04:31:00.000-07:00

BLACK LASHES

You don’t know, you can’t know, of course you won’t know
But in you’re not knowing you have a beautiful glow
Black lashes, go with your first feelings
Achieve your beautiful ends by your beautiful means.

You don’t scheme, you can’t scheme, of course you won’t scheme
Well you do scheme but you’re the pearl of a dream
Black lashes, just follow your dreams
Achieve your beautiful ends by your beautiful means

You don’t smite, you can’t smite, of course you won’t smite
Well look you do smite but its more a bark than a bite
Black lashes, play your part in each scene
Achieve your beautiful ends by your beautiful means.

TIM SANSOM NOVEMBER 2004

FOR JOSEPH

BEER AND SKITTLES

2006-08-17T04:30:00.000-07:00

BEER AND SKITTLES

He can’t be that beer and skittles about things! Go on, you’re having me on!?
He can’t be that furry dice about life! Go on your putting me on!?
He can’t be that bum fluff tash about hash! Go on, you’re having me on!?
He, no can be that pipe and slippers already! Go on and pull the other one!

TIM SANSOM 1987

BE A SMILER

2006-08-17T04:28:00.000-07:00

BE A SMILER

Moon bowl me over with your glare and with your allure
Tonight we’re sleeping open neath the stars that keep us hoping
And the firmament’s demeanour is demure.
And the firmament’s demeanour is demure.

Such silence! Layers of peace, a texture of serenity, sky sable
The whispering round our fire skims the soup and sounds the ladle
With a tiny ambient bell peeling so pure.
With a tiny ambient bell peeling so pure.

Well now God bless my soul what brings me here?
Marched like a broken lackey numb with fear.
Challenging and questioning not one demand
Cast into the dark by my own damning hands
Hurled into the abyss by my own damning hands.

Ain’t that a mad idea?
That we gravitate toward our dreads unwitting
Yeah well I wanna turn it round’n I wanna be a smiler!
I wanna take it up a gear
Said I wanna take it up a gear

Light up my path Phoebus, you know I’m real grateful
I got no complaints on my shirt yeah’n I wanna be a smiler
I wanna get into next year
Bang is an onomatopoeia.

TIM SANSOM DECEMBER 2003

ANALASYS

2006-08-17T04:27:00.000-07:00

ANALYSIS

I wish this ship adventure
And all who sale in her
An inland word of warning
It’s this ship I was born in.

Faith that moves
Moves a mountain
Listening ears are welcome friends.

And on to the equator
Where mutiny’s much later
Him and Bly and hue and cry
The matinee that sent ya!

Faith that moves
Moves a mountain
Listening ears are welcome friends
Listening ears are welcome friends.

TIM SANSOM SPRING 1984

ALEC SELBY

2006-08-17T04:26:00.000-07:00

ALEC SELBY

Hot wheels, red track, start at the top of the stairway
Sparked up, rolling and round the loop the loop
If a grownup comes into this reality
It’s “Fee fi fo thumb!” and I wonder if they knew?

And me n Alec Selby on our go-carts in the alley
He’s chasing me n my swag bag and he’s wearing blue
Goes thud into the lamp post, then out comes poor old Ruby
Who’s just three weeks out of Shenley, weren’t til then we knew!

Please buy me an organ
Buy me an organ

Please buy me an organ
An organ, an organ, an organ? A Morgan!

Sinbad, Cossacks and more mythological magic
Thought out acted and directed by my brother
Miles away on Scheherazade’s behaviour
From the kitchen “Dinner’s steaming on the table!” shouts my mother.

TIM SANSOM AUTUMN 1986

TO FATHER

2006-08-11T07:02:00.000-07:00

TO FATHER

Remember the time when, the Pop’s hubs were shining?
We’d go on down to the Common for horse chestnut fun
With my anorak brown, and you holding my hand
Your tweed checkered jacket and coconut oil was grand

And I’d sit on your shoulders, at Beachy Head’s coldest
Each day that passed you’d give all that you had for my smile
And as for your leaving, I never believed it
You’re with me today in my genes you’re so very alive

Your wisdom is with me, your mildness has shaped me
And I’ll always admire the decency that you prescribed

TIM SANSOM April 1990

THE WISDOM TREE

2006-08-11T07:00:00.000-07:00

THE WISDOM TREE

We need to know our routes that we ourselves may nurture
We need goals and pursuits to sew the seeds for future’s homes
To fill our daughters hearts with joy and reassure our sons

But, it wont do to spectate we need participation
We can’t lean at the gates of cognitive stagnation so
We must stay mindful of our duty to sustain resolve
We should be raising crops and raking tares
And finding ways to end all prejudice
Lying alone under the wisdom tree
One glows with enviable tranquility

And it’s this we’ll march to spread across our steps and meadows
To bring our neighbors bread and heed the words of mellow men
Who keep the promises they made when they were voted in
We need to understand our cousin’s faiths
To give fraternity an even break
Whilst climbing high up on the wisdom tree
One hears the suffering one sees the need

Whilst in pursuit of truth we must feast and make merry
For to shoulder all life’s gloom
Would sour our souls to cower its said , and we cant forget the happiness which we intend to spread
Across the slopes and plains of every tongue
As in the heavens on earth will be done
To stop them chopping down the wisdom tree
We need to cultivate humility

G minor D end

TIM SANSOM DECEMBER 2004

THANK GOD FOR SONG

2006-08-11T06:58:00.000-07:00

THANK GOD FOR SONG

Sometimes I get frightened when I think how wild the world is
Though I don’t believe the papers you just can’t deny the capers carry on
Thank God for song

Its give and take all over we taste sugar and the other
But then both are cuddling brothers and are kin to one another am I wrong?
Thank God for song

Disconnect the wire which has fed me with desire to aspire to ask questions and to
Analyze suggestions of the Platos and The Shakespeares and to touch their human race fears
A complexity so nasty it has curdled and with age should be left alone to chuckle and
Avoided like the plague d’you think I’m wrong?
Thank God for song

Joe soap’s always jovial and could not describe a color such as yellow
To a blind man but then neither could a surgeon of the brain
D`you think that’s strange I think its plain indeed it shows the futile aim
Of anyone who breaks things down to find out what? Whose corpse will rot
Like all the rest, Joe Soap knows best, his shoes are shone
Thank God for song

The eighties is the vulture that has finished off sub culture
And the culture we have now seems not much fun, I don’t buy that cause that aint on
Thank God for Tra la la la la

He’s a dish, his saucy spite and merriment has conjured up a bumper mood
To imitate and emulate through adolescent rainy days
And you expect some similar praise and fun??!!!
Thank God for song.

Tim Sansom summer 1988

PUTS TWO AND TWO TOGETHER

2006-08-11T06:54:00.000-07:00

PUTS TWO AND TWO TOGETHER

Puts two and two together
And I heard this in the playground when I was rather small
That underneath the mobiles
Was a mirror image of the upper school

Puts two and two where ever
And a dickey bird had told me my laces were undone
Despite all vicious rumours, dinner ladies knew that liver
“Turned me guts”

The blackened gates
Our truant traits
Three red stars make a silver

The blackened gates
Our truant traits
Oh and all this talk of
Oh and all this talk of
Oh and all this!......All this talk of hate!

Puts two and two to justice
The clock watchers are fornicating every day
And wet breaks made me panic
That’s why I’m a manic man this way.

TIM SANSOM SUMMER 1984

JOURNEYS OF AWE

2006-08-11T06:52:00.000-07:00

JOURNEYS OF AWE

When Joseph plays pirates he glides with the grey pulsing dove
He couldn’t care if they’re Cornish or in unrequited love
Not too much matters aboard as the spindrift gets spat up to splatter the capstans assure
And climbing the rigging while sirens are singing with no cotton wool for his ears is what Ulysses bares and withstands and endures just to hear angels words intoned in celestial verse

But on his return when his ears have been burned, will he still be sane?
Might he not be deranged now having harkened those cherubic scales?

And what shall we do when the medicine’s gone?
I can’t be blamed for the blood and the rum that’ll spill on our bladderacked , barnacled boards
When all I’m a finkin me arties is going ashore!

Joe prefers reverie’s rainbows to numeracy’s clouds
He couldn’t care if they sale him to Aesop or ancient Persian towns
Joe prefers reverie’s rainbows to numeracy’s clouds
He couldn’t care if they sail him to Aesop or ancient Persian towns
As long as he’s making the worlds which take shape in those moments of play sat cross legged on the floor.
Knee deep in lolly sticks, Lego and stickle bricks
He invents themes then embarks upon journeys of awe.
And the angels sing out all the more

But on his return when his ears have been burned, will he still be sane?
Might he not be deranged now having harkened those cherubic scales?

And what shall we do when the medicine’s gone?
I won’t be blamed for the blood and the rum that’ll spill on our bladderacked, barnacled boards
When all I’m a finkin me arties is going ashore!

TIM SANSOM DECEMBER 2004

FAVOURABLY CHANGED

2006-08-11T06:50:00.000-07:00

FAVOUABLY CHANGED

Yeah’n I’m a thinking if I’d my time over I’d live my life on a train
Yeah all filled with whiskey n east bound for mountains with silver n dreams in their grain

By the way, by the way, I’d forget the city, I’d bow to the sunrise, I’d take in the highway, I’d dance with the Indians n I’m bound to be favorably changed

And I’m a thinking if I get much younger I might just forget how to talk.
This would mean I could not share with neighbors the humbug that makes faith distort

By the way, by the way, I’d forget the city, I’d bow to the sunrise, I’d take in the highway, I’d dance with the Indians n I’m bound to be favorably changed.

It’s a chance that I take when I’m hurting to invite my sorrow to dine
Both of us perched and each end of the table that drinks toasts to old Father time.

By the way, by the way, I forgot the city, I bowed to the sunrise, I took in the highway, I danced with the Indians and now I am favorably changed.

TIM SANSOM 1993

BABY'S DEAD ON

2006-08-11T06:49:00.000-07:00

BABY’S DEAD ON

Baby’s dead on, baby’s a letch; baby’s a chin chin hussy!
Sure enough shines and I’d ask you along to judge for yourself her beauty!
Round n round n round n round n round em she goes
Wearing the faces of young urban pros cause she knows

She knows, she’s set up sound for her dollars
She’s set up sound for her dollars.

At Acton tube, every day there’s such an abundance of Julie!
Enough of that now, Swear you won’t tell? I pretend my whole life’s a movie!
And many many many many tee shirts ago “Dagger eyes baby” wore the first bow cause she” knowed “

She” knowed “ she was well set up for her dollars.

TIM SANSOM MAY 1990

A IS FOR ALL

2006-08-11T06:47:00.000-07:00

A IS FOR ALL

A is for all of the things that we said we’d get done and we never got done
At the expense of them not being done we had fun, we had fun
It’s hard to know just how to spend your days when we may not be here tomorrow
You want achievements but then you’re afraid that know one will care nor remember your name when you’re gone.

B is for being a “There-abouts” chap with an education up your arm
It’s true enough Pete you never had luck but you’d charm, you had charm
You woke me up once in nine million ways how we may not be here tomorrow
But just like myself you were thinking not doing now your analysis sleeps with your spike and your poems

C is for chasing the memories and faces that changed and turned into today
All of our friends with their dreams and beliefs past away, past away
It’s hard to know just where to send your love when we may not be here tomorrow
You want the romance but then he above may not decide to remember your name when you’re gone.

TIM SANSOM 1995

THE SOLEMN ERUDITE

2006-08-11T06:40:00.000-07:00

THE SOLEMN ERUDITE

Late at night the solemn erudite are busy opening
Doors for everybody
In the ostentatious box
I know its passé prose
I know its avant- garde
But look its parody

And when the wand you swirl be you a boy or girl
Is full of fruit and hope you have an awesome scope
To access sentiments
Quite void of merriment
Within the learned and within the ignorant

Call me a paradox call me a hypocrite
Call me an opportunist on a teenage trip
It’s your opinion true it’s still your point of view
But I’m obliged to me to not consider you

So surreptitiously I fear infinity
For I’m restricted by the way I think and see
The best that I can do
Is navigate my crew
Where I consider God and all his wisdom
To quell all pain’s fires

TIM SANSOM SUMMER 2001

SHAKING ALL OVER PART TWO

2006-08-11T05:52:00.000-07:00

SHAKING ALL OVER PART TWO

I reckon you’re ok
I mean you know what not to say
You mustn’t see my face or leave a trace
That might just give it all away.
(Give it all away)

It’s like I reckon you’re in tact
I mean you know how not to act
But you mustn’t feel my pulse nor think I’m false
When I say “That’s a fact!” And that’s a fact!!

For love of the lighting
For love of the lights
For want of a better name for nights
For love of the play hour
Say love of the drum
And anyway espionage is fun.

A set of wheels is nice
It helps to break the ice
But I’m through with pedal power
It’s past the hour I’m sorry but I can’t be more precise!
(He can’t be more precise)

For love of the lighting
For love of the lights
For want of a better name for nights
For love of the play hour
Say love of the drum
For want of a better name for fun!!!

TIM SANSOM JUNE 1987

ME FROM ADAM

2006-08-11T05:02:00.000-07:00

ME FROM ADAM

You can’t know me from Adam the first man
Yet your face expresses that you can
How can you know me well enough to radiate contempt?
When you don’t know how my last three days were spent

If I asked you for a date you’d turn away
Pretend I was like you just for a day
I’d probably overdo it about fast cars fists and hype
It would be plane to see I’m not that type.

If I could swap my face for all my thoughts
I might appeal to you enough to talk
But until talk comes into play I can’t show you the real me
The good looks in my words yearn to be free.

Walnuts and wine, walnuts and wine on the river bank pretty September
Walnuts and wine walnuts and wine on the river bank pretty September.

TIM SANSOM 1990

NIGHT TIME

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NIGHT TIME

Night time and I’m walking on my own, down a highway
And it’s atmospheric tone has a beauty, that I can’t describe with words
And all at once my vision came to focus upon herds
Of fine animals that I’ve never seen before
And it seemed as though a part of me had opened a new door
To a night time, where I’m walking with a friend
Down a highway, only this one didn’t end.

Call upon the barristers of law and politicians
Ask them if they think my words are sane
Providing that their judgement won’t destroy my premonition
Tell them that without a doubt we’ll do business again.

TIM SANSOM AUTUMN 1982

THE END OF THE RAINBOW

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THE END OF THE RAINBOW

Candlelit dinner, table for two, umbrella table, balcony view.
Placed in a gallery, less will not do, props were arranged for the picturesque view

Next is a landscape, potential of spring, who’ll bid a thousand? Who’ll bid me in?
Sold in a million seconds to one, sold to the lady, going going gone, going,going,gone

They’re giving me the bar of gold at the end of the rainbow
They’re giving me the bar of gold at the end of the rainbow
They’re giving me the gold I’m told, I hope it wont rain though.

TIM SANSOM SPRING 1984

YI

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YI

Are these the legionnaires come the long way home?
Are these the legionnaires come the long way home?
Give them all the decor of a new man’s parlour
Give them all the décor of a new man’s parlour
Give them all the décor of a new man’s parlour

Yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yiddle yi yi yi
Yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yiiiigh ( x 2)

Can this be the soiled nag ran the wrong way home?
They don’t mourn his bones, he would rather
Be given all the décor of a new man’s parlour
Give him all the décor of a new man’s parlour

(Repeat chorus)

(Repeat 1st verse)

(Repeat chorus)

END

TIM SANSOM 1987

THE RED ROBE

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THE RED ROBE

Here come the red ro-obe a flowing yak a ta ka ka oe a oe
Here come the red ro-obe a glowing yak a ta ka ka oe a oe

Yak a ta ka ka mm mm mm mm
Yak a ta ka ka oe a oe
X 2

Here come the bread of toil and harvest
Yak a ta ka ka oe a oe
Mighty hands and kindly faces
Yak a ta ka ka oe a oe

Yak a ta ka ka mm mm mm mm
Yak a ta ka ka oe a oe
X 2

Hark to his voice your ancient daemon
Oe oe
Doing away with foolish craving
Oe oe

Here come the knowledge deep inside us
Yak a ta ka ka oe a oe
No one but ourselves can guide us
Yak a ta ka ka
Oe…………..a oe.

TIM SANSOM SUMMER 1995

WHEN I GROW UP INTO A MAN

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WHEN I GROW UP INTO A MAN

I might be an engine driver
I might be a deep sea diver
I might be the mare of Memphis
When I grow up into a man.

I might indulge in Thai chi
I might teach students I ching
I might achieve utopia
When I grow up into a man.

I might drive the hardest custom truck
I might be feared by soldiers
I might just be what aunty dreamed
When I grow up into a man

I might find all the Indians
And give them their land back
I might die after sunset
When I grow up into a man

I might admit my failings
I might suggest some changes
I might send off those coupons
When I grow up into a man.

I might build a landscape garden
And apply for a royal pardon
I might be a usurper
When I grow up into a man

I might be in charge of Texas
I might be my sweetheart’s dinner
I might get it all on credit
When I grow up into a man

I might shape the thoughts of thinkers
Far off in the future
I might do all I said I’d do
When I grow up into a man.

I might perform a miracle
I might be a librarian
I might meet God in tweeds
When I grow up into a man.

But there again, but there again
I might just stay exactly how I am. TIM SANSOM 1990

THE KIDS IN THE ALLEYS

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THE KIDS IN THE ALLEYS

Sun will be rising over the northern face
Squeeze all my lies in, make you think “Wow!” and come back to my place
The natives may say that you’re more than welcome to stay
Still you’re lonesome, and feel out of place, ahhh
So come to my grass green chalet and we’ll dance
We’ll dance to the sounds of the kids in the alleys
We’ll dance to the sounds of the coast’s irate winds
We’ll waltz and we’ll jive and we’ll jig and we’ll tango
Then shut down the eve with a casket of gin.

Back on the mainland both of our families are merely our pen friends
And though they keep writing neither of us have heard news from them

You’re the one thing on my mind x 8

(REPEAT FIRST VERSE)

END

TIM SANSOM 1987

ITS A MISCELLANEOUS DECADE

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IT’S A MISCELLANEOUS DECADE

It’s a miscellaneous decade a Perspex sign displayed
Westminster breath case boys on the way to the office gave it some gaze
But still frowned with baffled faces as to what it might suggest
Kids dropped their whips and tops to try and crack code it, give puzzlement rest

Is it a cryptic slogan?
Who are the men behind it?
Blinding bill posters four strong each with a word of its sentence.

It’s a miscellaneous decade a plane spelled with its exhaust in the air
There was no crew or pilot, bellowed the brigadier

Slickers and bumpkins wondered just why the heavens thundered
But as for this they’d no idea

This is not an elementary tenth of a century
Ba a ba koo koo hi hi

This is not an elementary tenth of a century
Amen.
Full stop.
Period .
Finito .
Ok.

Complacency can be subtle an acrylic sheet declared
Umbrella bowler boys coming home from the office couldn’t have cared.

It’s a miscellaneous what?
Or it’s a what decade you say?

It’s creator was caught and handcuffed, cemented in a room and still he got away!

TIM SANSOM SPRING 1986

IN HIS FOWERY SHORTS

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IN HIS FLOWERY SHORTS

A tight rope walker in his flowery shorts
Goes from the cliff edge to the facing verge
He’s probable fifteen hundred feet from
The dry, dry reptiles lurking in the hot, hot sands

A family watch intently, the type you see on postcards
This foils his concentration and the rope shakes like his hands
They’re probably fifteen hundred years
From the very wavelength that inspires his plans.

Regains his balance, exhales a million sighs of breath
Those remaining six feet are the longest he’s seen yet

He paused for one split second and as he did
An hour of thoughts went burbling through his head.

A chord may choose to be major, tied or spinal
The middle loosens as the forma calms the final.
A place to savour thought has always seemed attractive
But won’t by any means compliment those active
One chance to try this out appeared on the agenda
But died a quick death as it glamorised surrender
Here comes the retina, the pupil and the iris
What brings this vision here, I’ll have to aim and fire this
That we watched old footage of our most nostalgic Christmas
We looked so innocent we smashed the screen and kissed us.

He picks up sturdy, the birds now neath his feet
The crowd applauded , well he’d made mockery of defeat
They asked him what makes a good rope walker
“Like everything” he said “You must think quick.

TIM SANSOM SUMMER 1985

HAWES SIGNS BLUES SUMMER 1985

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HAWES SIGNS BLUES SUMMER 85

Mum which is my flannel? Mum which is my towel?
I’m gonna spruce it up and have a pint down “The Lion”
I’m gonna keep on singing till the phone starts up a ringing
It good to know that fun things can be sure defined as one thing to rely on

Me and the fair maiden are tracking down a pad
It’s hard ya know we won’t stoop low and use home locators
But a Billing road abode popped up in The Echo
And then the landlord crashed his motor
Now he’s healing in the general with the matrons

I’m laying down the hardcore for Hawes Signs extra space
Whilst the conflict in it’s courtyard has resulted in sacking
An East Carlton ex sailor whose humour added flavour
Well the days’ll now seem longer but it’s still not time for me
To say “I’ll jack in”

I’m on and off with jogging, I’m on and off with ciggies
They’ve relayed with each other since “Intertruck Dana”
We’re gonna keep on playing till the papers start displaying
But we’ve had to take a loan out cause the bass speaker got blown out and we’re brassic!

TIM SANSOM SUMMER 1985

EXTREEMS

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EXTREMES

Extremes are everything under the sun to me (Full revs on full revs on)
Wanted the animals to go in three by three, on the arc, in the sea

Moderation though has still been a Mum to me (Easy now easy now)
I had a quick word with Noah and I agreed, on the arc, in the sea.

TIM SANSOM 1986

CIRCLE

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CIRCLE

The predator in the sky
With his stream lined neck and seedy beady eyes
Has been scanning the waves for his pretty tummy fill
And with “Red Barron” like ego he commences with a loop
Before plunging into his enigmatic swoop.

The bird eats the fish!

Earlier that very day
With his golden gills and sombre scales of grey
Had been scanning for pathetic supple guppy
Hence! His pretty tummy fill
With his aqua pong of triumph he darts like a crossbow
And gobbles him up whole.

The big fish eats the small fish!

But you know that previous inside that very hour
The guppy had been gobbling up all sorts of bacteria
Yum yum he belched with appreciation.

The small fish eats the bacteria!

Now this cocci bacilli what have you had a habit of creeping to the beeches
It’s a low form of life, quite right it’s a low form of life
As Homo sapian teaches
They got inside the sandwidges of tourists on a day trip
They were later very poorly, some didn’t even make it! Ha ha!

The bacterium eats the man!

Just prior to having sat down for luncheon
One of them was trying out his double barrelled shot gun
Quite fancied himself as a marksman for game
Blasted down a sea bird then boasted his aim

Cirlcle!..................Cirrrrrrrrcle!!

TIM SANSOM 23RD AUGUST 1986

CHAOTIC SPASMS

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CHAOTIC SPASMS

A cat on hot bricks, the tenterhooks syndrome
What does one prescribe for such chaotic spasms?

It comes and it goes, it’s very demanding
It leaves me worn out, but we won’t go into that.

There’s a Lugar in the tallboy. Oh it’s only a toy!
And while Mum does the washing
The spin dryer’s hypnotic drone puts weight on my lids so I need me some fun.

Damned if I can reach the top drawer, I’ll stand on a stool
Ahhh, got it…I’d love to be cool!

And by the way have you seen my impersonation of Dorothy Squires?
I don’t do it perfect.
Follow me into the lounge, follow me into the lounge
There, now what do you think?.....Good, I knew you’d like it.

There’s a Dandy in the tallboy, there’s a Dandy annual in the tallboy
Oh it’s only a toy; I must learn to walk before I can run
So meanwhile darlings I need me some fun.

Blown if I can reach the top drawer, I’ll lean over the banisters
Ahhh, got it….By the way, a cat on hot bricks the tenterhooks syndrome
What DOES one prescribe for such chaotic spasms?

TIM SANSOM SPRING 1986

A PRAYER FOR THEE

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A PRAYER FOR THEE

I wish a warmth for you, peace and repose for you
I wish to help you find a place that lifts you and restores the grace that’s owed to you
But in a pale world, filled with atrocities
All that’s left for me’s to say a prayer for thee
That you may find relief.

I wish a calm on you, to shield you from the harm I do
I wish for you a guiding light to sooth your suffering through the night
And extricate you from the painful imagery that haunts your brain but only you
Knows none of that could set you free
So all that’s left for me’s to say a prayer for thee
That you may regain peace

I wish a glow about you, to minimise your woe it’s true
I earnestly implore the loving hands of God to reach out and take hold of you
And nurse the very souls of you
For in this pale world filled with obscenities
All that’s left for me’s to say a prayer for thee
That your agony may be eased.

TIM SANSOM 12TH MARCH 2004