Luke Arthur

My thickening skull under sullen sky
My retching gut and lachrymose eye
My bleeding heart, my secreting ear
The chronic lie and the constant fear
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Easy going like a warm wind blowing
Equanimity and a mild heart glowing
No trouble or strife just mood slowing
Tis happiness and love I am sowing
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I’m a happy chappy. A bungle of joy
I laugh all day long, a singer of song
Tis sunshine I carry along in my pocket
Cause I’m not a clown but, a salubrious rocket
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I’m a waste of space, a human disgrace
I lie in bed ruminating thoughts of dread
The sorrier I feel, the more my psyche keels
Cos, I’ve lost the plot and forgot what’s real.
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You’ve had a rough ride but never once cried
Your life’s been a test, that can’t be denied
But, if I asked you tomorrow to swap all of your sorrow
Would you my son, for an easier life, borrow
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Society’s broken with no moral token
No guidance offered, no wisdom spoken
Just you in your sensibility bubble
Wherein you protect yourself from trouble
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I’m off me trolley
And feeling jolly
Then melancholy
Ho what a folly
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I hit the sky at twenty five
Level off and begun to dive
Back to earth I hit the turf
A float on life-force surf
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A copper coloured river ran through a copper coloured wood
Where the brunt orange leaves of the mighty oak tree stood
There purple mushrooms grew and the lilac Herons flew
Under a deep red sky with rain clouds of creamy blue
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The elderly lay dead in their beds, to feed the flies
The inflicted and addicted lay wasting Gods time
Innocence lay silent in bed, while uncle’s given head
Whilst the insolent rich lay on their golden egg
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</>I like myself, I like who I be
I give of myself, so must to please thee
I care and I share and I try to be fair
I live, love and I strip myself bare
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</>Who’s that dope that couldn’t cope?
Who kept on wrestling with the rope?
Hung out to grope, not bother with the soap
I was that dope who couldn’t cope
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The doldrums stare, bereft in silent meditation
Icy cold spheres of stone lay heavy in my gut
My eyelids wide open, whilst my heart it slams shut
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My blood would curdle at the thought
At a compromise when victory sought
I loathe the indignity of such digression
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As I drift through an autumn morn
Amidst the lilac haze, creeps dawn
Under a crystal blue behemoth sky
Forsaken dreams and the questions why?
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Arthur, Ho, Arthur, once proud as a lion
You worked so hard with muscles of iron
Diamond blue eyes and jet raven hair
You’d everything going and free from all care
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Open the newspaper, turn on the radio
Listen hard for the good news to come
Turn up the TV. Talk to some friends
Listen hard for the good news to come
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See life as a ticking clock where the time never stops
From the minute we're born to the day of our morn
Because in the blink of an eye our life's pasted us by
Time’s not for turning, so it would be wasteful to try
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I get the fish in the unbroken dish
I get the fruit, the nuts and the jelly
I rule the roost, so I choose the telly
I’m allowed to leave the toilet smelly
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