Tell me then

If i wasn't supposed to try
then this fire in my belly would just burn out
to make me realise
that heat is not what life is all about.

And if i wasn't supposed to be heard
then the words would just stop coming to my head
and i'd lose all my pens
to show me i should just keep quiet instead.


If i wasn't supposed to love you
then i think all modes of communications would break down
as a sign to me to let the fuck go
and move out and move on to a different town.

Girl, listened to.

one girl on stage
being all the rage
holding back the tidal wave
of noise that comes her way
with one word, some notes
a few lines that she wrote
and finally they listen
finally she's heard
at last the whole process
deoesn't seem so absurd
she sings her fears and her reasoning
what she wishes they would do
and maybe when they leave this place
they'll remember one or two
things that held them still
things that kept them quiet
when that silly little girl
contained their inner riots
sitting on a stool
with a battered old guitar
speakers passed her words to ears
and mouths could take them far.

I saw this picture of Dylan the other day...

I saw this picture of dylan yesterday
and he looked a little bit like me
we had similar hair and clothes
so i thought that the world might see
me as some kind of poet
or maybe some kind of queen
if i wrote and played and stamped my foot
for the injustices i'd seen
I saw a map the other day
it had pins stuck everywhere
of places i'd been and like to go
i wonder if you'd take me there
if i had a little bit of money
and a little bit of time
i'd hope on a boat or a bus or a plane
and chase those dreams of mine
I heard this song the other night
it started really slow
the melodies were perfect
but now i'm not sure how it goes
if I had a piano
or if i knew how to sing
i'd play you such a symphony
you'd forget everything
now i've got nowt but clothes to wear
and nowt but food to eat
and nothing i could say to you
to make me feel complete
i heard about a writer once
who filled up many pages
his words must have been made of gold
cos they transcenced ages
if i had a pen like that
that knew just what to say
i'd write poem on your skin
and you'd be blown away
yeah you'd be so taken aback
you'd kiss me on the nose
you'd take my hand
lead me down a road
and say let's see where this goes...