I Carried On

I hid the truth from everyone
(friends, teachers, parents and preachers)
I did not want them
To ridicule me
So, with difficulty
I carried on

Each day I held back the tears
And over the years
I carried on
I carried on

I hid myself from everyone
Pushed the world away
Tried hard to forget
And with great regret
I carried on
I carried on

I couldn’t talk to anyone
Silence stole the truth
Took away my faith
To a lonely place
I carried on
I carried on

The damage has been done
There’s no where to hide
I can only express through words
The pain I felt inside
I carry on
I carry on

 

People-on-Sea

Sea shells the daydream sells
Two-for-one bargain buckets
Smiles beneath coloured hats
Dazzling lights shine like nuggets

Welcome to People-on-Sea
There's room on the beach for you and me
This is where ice-cream melts
Barefeet slip on buttered kelp
Hey! Hey! This is the place to be
Hey! Hey! No other place I'd rather be
Welcome, welcome, to People-on-Sea

Wet sand sticks to goosebump skin
Towels hide public dressing
Turning tide melts our castles
Hide chips to keep gulls guessing

Rock pool the water's real cool
Sunburnt flesh red without care
Long forgotten holidays
Close our eyes and we're almost there

Hey! Hey! This is the place to be
Welcome, one-and-all, to People-on-Sea!

Fame At Last

I see your face in the papers
You said you always wanted to be famous
The centre of attention
Well, now your wish has come true
You’ve found fame, fame at last

The future you wanted
Has caught up with your past
And for all the wrong reasons
You found fame, fame at last

You’ve found fame
Fame at last (I hope you’re glad)
They know your name, name at last
You’ve found fame, fame at last

From the school classroom
To the playground at lunch
You use to pick on me
Treat me like your personal punch bag
Try out your latest kung-fu moves on me
(And you hurt me, hurt me real bad)

You’ve found fame
Fame at last (I hope you’re glad)
They know your name, name at last
You’ve found fame, fame at last

I see your face in the papers
You’re famous now, the centre of attention
The story of a song
Wanted for crimes of hate, not a day too late
Crawl back to where you belong

Grandma

she used ten fingers with
amazing dexterity
knitting thoughts with jumpers.
she had imagination alright
more than what's found in
women's magazines.

she had ability all right
enough to turn any wardrobe
upside down.
she was the fastest in the west
until one day she dropped a stitch
and knitted a ladder to heaven.

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