It’s important that everyone knows
How every moment goes
How every eye-blink passes
It’s all got be broadcast
Update that
Update this
I’m connected to you all
What’s my status?

Who said the world of the internet
Was gonna make it easier
I’ll google that
They’ve got a lot to answer for
My eyes are turning into Pixels
My 3 d brain is supersized
But it just seems full of nothing
What do I learn from all this flipping
The internet is eating my brain

It’s important that everyone knows
How every moment goes
How every eye-blink passes
It’s all got be broadcast
Update that
Update this
I’m connected to you all
What’s my status?

Is there a cure on Google answers
links one to nine might be a chance
have I got time to upload a photo
no can’t do it now
got to go to work
think I ‘ll let everyone know

It’s important that everyone knows
How every moment goes
How every eye-blink passes
It’s all got be broadcast
Update that
Update this
I’m connected to you all
What’s my status?

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You’re The last fish in the ocean
The last catch of the day
The last chance for the last chance
Might be the one, that gets away

Lookin’ in the rearview
And I saw you
In a bronze BMW
Puttin’ on your lipstick
At the change of the lights
Your lips shining with pink spotlights
And we got the go as things changed to green
And I lost that shade of pink
In the afternoon traffic

And I thought – yeah- I could go for something like that
yeah- I could go for something like that

You turned up again
pulled alongside At another set of lights
And I snuck a glance off to the side
You were talking on your phone
With a star wars ears piece on
Maybe working out some deal
That you needed to seal
pouring soothing oil
with those manicured lips
before the lights changed again

and I was thinking– yeah- I could go for something like that
yeah- I could go for something like that

I was following at a lazy distance
Wonderin’ where you might be going
On this sunny afternoon
I was wondering about the street you might live in

And when the traffic stood still
my mind began to dwell
On what it might be like
To live your kind of life
To be a big wheel
the one making the deal
And if you could be interested in
Someone like me
I wondered what might happen
If we were to meet

I was thinking yeah- I could go for something like that
yeah- I could go for something like that

Well hello great a uncle Harry
We haven’t met before …….you and I
So it’s a big how do you do
It’ll be nice to spend some time with you

I’m glad I’ve found you here
Got so many things I want to share
About what’s been happenin’ with everyone
Since you went missing

Sure is a nice place you got here

The sky seems a shade of brilliant blue
The wind is whispering in the pines
Let’s just spend some time together
Lets’ just spend this time
‘talking about the past
So glad that I found you

I’ve bought some photos with me
And a history of the family
Look here’s one of your sister
I bet you missed her
I’m her daughters daughter
She sure missed you all these years

The sky seems tinged with a soft grey hue
Pufffy clouds like puffy eyes
Let’s just spend some time together
Lets’ just spend this time
‘talking about the past
So glad that I found you

INST

You know it took me all morning
to read through all those names
Engraved in sandy stone
Maybe some of them were your comrades
Up there at Lone pine
I hope your taking it easy
In your bivouac there in heaven

Is the sky a brilliant white where you are now?
Is the wind whispering prayers
Let’s just spend this time together
Lets’ just spend this time
‘talking about the past
I’ll listen to the wind whispering through the pines
Let’s just spend this time
Lets’ just spend this time
Maybe I’ll hear your voice
Let’s just spend this time together

You’ve got worms
You’ve got worms
They’ll make my P.C writhe and squirm
It might have a fit
And stop working soon
If i take this any further
Yes, you’ve got worms

My dog was acting funny
Itching all the time
Yelping and whining in the middle of the night
Running round his basket
I thought he might have fleas
I took him to the vet to diagnose the disease
it Didn’t take a minute
For him to find the cause
It’s simple he said
You’ve got worms

You’ve got worms
You’ve got worms
Showing all of the classic symptoms
Here’s some tablets
to make them go away
You’ve got worms

Worms worms
They get into everything
Worms worms
They wriggle like jelly beans In a popcorn maker
Worms

Just came back from a trip to Africa
Saw some pretty horrid things over there
Tape worms coming out of people’s feet
all sorts of poverty and disease
Ain’t been feeling to flash lately
Looking up my symptoms on the internet
to see what it might be
hate to say it but one my conclusion
is that I might have worms

Worms worms
They get into everything
Worms worms
They wriggle like jelly beans In a popcorn maker
Worms

At them moment its not bad
but it  might get worse
Sure hope I ain’t got worms.

[This started from an article that said Cameron Diaz websites were the most heavily poluted sites for Viruses, Mallware, spyware and WORMS!]

I’ve got a feeling this has happened before
That somehow we’ve spoken But I just can’t think where
memory is playing time shifting tricks
‘cause I feel like we’ve had conversations like this

It might be my imagination that real life is imitating

Is this what they call déjà vu
Is this what they call déjà vu
It’s like I’m playing videos
my memory’s in reverse
who knows,
It might all be true
Or it might be déjà vu

Is time already written And we’re just playing the scenes
following the scripts printed in our minds
Sometimes the curtain opens And we get a glimpse
Of the work of the author And we’re left in suspense

It might be our imagination That real life is imitating

Is this what they call déjà vu
Is this what they call déjà vu
It’s like I’m playing videos
my memory’s in reverse
who knows,
It might all be true
Or it mgiht be déjà vu

Maybe we should wait a while ,
but I can’t resist
‘cause I’ve seen this scene before
The moment where we kiss

Is this what they call déjà vu
Is this what they call déjà vu
It’s like I’m playing videos
my memory’s in reverse
who knows,
It might all be true
Or might be déjà vu
it might be déjà vu

Monday rises and responsibilities start to invade like an unwelcome army, defensive shields go up, recce parties are sent out for commando raids to children’s bedrooms, get dressed , eat breakfast, ride shotgun to the school gate drop them off just a whisker ahead of the bell, foot down, join the other crowd in line on the freeway, to stand in line for another day in the orange cubicle, yes , no. My imagination is on a thin razor edge staring at these screens. A razor, I could easily slit my throat accidentally on those sharp words that I read from customers and bosses, surely I’m just a whisker away from madness and mayhem, but it’s all held together by that cat! She makes the world make sense. She’s the all wise all knowing all seeing behind that cleverly disguised whiskered smile, that cat food breath smile, that sharp tooth grin, those claws that dig in as she reaches heights of pleasure in a feline version of an orgasm- I imagine.

During war it’s meant to offer some form of protection like a force field, a white band around your arm with a red cross, an insignia on a tent seen from above. They also supply food parcels to those in a prisoner of war camp. Letters from home, chocolate, clothing, rations. maybe there’s a secret message baked into the fruit cake that only officers have been given info to read.

When storms or flood or tsunami bring home devastation, Red Cross are ready to get in there at the relief effort, planes of cargo , volunteers ready to distribute aid. Hercules at 30000 chugging along with silver crates of life-giving donations. It’s cold out in the hold at 30000, keep in that nice little compartment up front. The rear door will not be folding down this time, only on arrival… unless the airport is unserviceable. people with shreds of hunger tearing at their insides, their goose pimpled skin shivering in the cold will have some relief tonight. Maybe there’ll be a riot, if there’s not enough supplies- will common sense prevail…..

Sure there’s this small dark cloud that seems to be attached to your shoulder and follows you all round the office and every now and then you turn around to face it, you grab hold of the bugger and it becomes jelly and changes shape slips out of your fingers, it almost laughs at you don’t it? It jangles a set of keys about the promise or not of the future and then deposits them in an empty milk urn and shakes them around and around sends them rolling down an incline and that sound fills your mind that endless incessant chatter and jangling of this beast known as worry. Here it comes again, this time it’s a twister with a pointy tail that wants to weave a wake of destruction through your Bhuddist calm center- don’t bite, don’t give it the pleasure, focus on the big picture the beyond the now and you’ll get there. Throw it back in its face, challenge it… ‘Is that the best you’ve got?” stamp on it like it’s the beginning of a forest fire, for sure enough if you let that little demon out of the glove box he’s gonna fill, up the whole car….

With the window open in my room above the street and the fan swivelling and whirring behind me, even then I sense it, the temperature drop- maybe ten degrees, and the smell of the sea fills the air- it usually comes in from the ocean, yes…… On the horizon of my hearing- is that a rumble of thunder, a complaint from the sky from the driver of the steamroller as he clashes with the maid of the bedsheet world? She wants to get all the corners tucked in nicely and he wants to obliterate every thing. Grumbles and curses in anger he does, and their full scale domestic begins. She throws a saucepan into the sky he shouts back a swear word, a sweep of her lightning broom washes the sky in ultra white , he cracks and crevasses in a Rio Grande crack and it goes on for a time. Bearded clouds of old man grey haunt the air hanging like Christmas decorations and then there’s rain, or sometimes preceded by hail..

On the tin roof it’s like a scurry of ants , a sweep, a knock , a prescience and then those drops click and clack away until it seems that a dam has been opened somewhere up there and it’s pouring down on us, though sometimes I have seen it come sideways. Once again that smell of the sea trapped in the clouds is released, All the heat trapped in the tired tar is released and that smell of trapped dirt and grime fills the air. Gutters swim in torrents of water and abruptly it might be over, just a brief cry from above, sometimes it goes further, but it’s like a spa bath for the soul, knowing the relentless press of humidity will soon abate. Open all the windows in the house to let those cool breezes wash and filter over our tired bodies, renew us….