Tell me...

Tell me tell me tell me
That you dislike the sound of rain
And I would tie a knot into the clouds
So it could never pour down again

Tell me my love tell me
That you dislike the colour blue
I would climb right back up into the sky
And rip it out for you

Tell me tell me tell me
That you do not care for the sun
And I would take it away in an instant
For you to be my one

Tell me tell me tell me
Tell me my love tell me
Tell me tell me tell me
Tell me tell me anything

You and me..

I wanted to use the term 'you and me' and whilst sitting outside at 6am in the morning waiting for customers to come through a place I work on Sunday, I scribbled these two a month or so ago.

Carve up the calf

It's a sad situation
when you haven't got a clue
as to why you are eating
the things that you do
This calf has a family
just like me and you
but you still chop her up
and eat her as food

Slavery in the Aviary

Every bird that you see
Sitting high in the autumn tree
Has a life like you and me
And deserves the right to be free