Telegraph Strut

 On the street you look so dapper

That titfer tat a trilby capper

Smashing the blue tie and tonic suit

Your baggy strides and daisy roots

Cha Man Cha Man Cor blimey Gov " 

Strutting down to the Telegraph

Buy a pint and chaser of Rum

Your utopia will soon come

Connect with your people down cold harbor lane

Play some dub  while playing the game

"Dominoes" The shout goes out

A double blank could take me out

Jump on the bus the number tree

To grab some goat and hot curry

Then down to Stockwell to place a bet

Long shot with the bucket but he aint dead yet

Cha Man Cha Man Cor blimey Gov " 

Strutting down to the Telegraph

Buy a pint and chaser of Rum

Your utopia will soon come

Luff boro Junction is calling  I

 Me and me brudder rasta far I

A blues club jam the place to be

Our Reggae Dub and ska for free

Don't take it as red but there's no doubt

Jerk chicken is what its all about

The carnival is coming soon

We can dance all night to Bob Marley Tunes

Cha Man Cha Man Cor blimey Gov " 

Strutting down to the Telegraph

Buy a pint and chaser of Rum

Your utopia will soon come

Let it be said its not the same

The afro beat or calypso cane

I cant limbo as lean no more

We cant go back to how it was before

Brixton and fun in Brockwell park

The reefer man him baiting shark

Catch a fire with him crew

Looking sharp in shiney shoe

Cha Man Cha Man Cor blimey Gov " 

Strutting down to the Telegraph

Buy a pint and chaser of Rum

Your utopia will soon come

Memories are made to last

We strutting the lane but not too fast

Wishing and hoping the day soon come

Utopian paradise mixed wit rum

Back to Jamaica and Sunny shores

Retirement plan for us for sure

Palm trees Sun and Scirroco breeze

Knock dem coconut from those trees

Cha Man Cha Man Cor blimey Gov " 

Strutting down to the Telegraph

Buy a pint and chaser of Rum

Your utopia will soon come

Swaying along to Sam and Dave

A Blues combo or all night rave

We know how to live it up

Shake out ting and erupt

Red, Gold and Green wave that flag

Roll that spliff and take a drag

The Sun will set to reveal the Moon

Enjoy the Blues and Reggae tunes

Heist and Getaway

 

Well what a story I have for you And one that maybe quite eye opening too So please be careful and take heed And one day you yourself might succeed It started with a mighty plan One that we could all understand There were four of us that figured it out The greatest heist that folk would talk about The day was sunny and very warm The bees were buzzing in their swarm We were ready to take the prize to collect bags of swag of great size Arh yes we had guns but no bullets though No one was to get hurt in our game show We got the loot and headed for the door Where our getaway driver was for sure But we had a shocker as we left As the driver was gone ,we were bereft Where and what were we to do , Looking at each other Not one of us knew So ski masks off we all hopped on The mobility scooters one by one They were quite fast I must confess But not fast enough which caused us stress The police were on us in a flash The handcuffed us and took our cash The point of this story is Don’t let your getaway driver take the piss Leaving us stranded like he did We got nicked while he ran and hid But we’re still mates all of us Jail isn’t fun but we mustn’t cuss Times a great healer so they say And they say too that crime don’t pay Forgive and Forget is our motto now As we got too old to hold a job down So hear me now and I’ll say no more The balls in your court that’s for sure If you get into our line of business Pick your driver with awareness

Life Goes On

It’s quite lonely while I sit and watch I hear the ticking of the Mantel clock Every day and every lonely night

I try and make all things feel so right.

Cars pass back and forth on my street

Making me wonder who they may meet

outside my window life goes on

While I'm inside watching the great beyond

Do they have somewhere else to be None of them will ever meet me The mobile jungle out on the street Have their own shadows and drums to beat All strangers to me as they go by looking down missing the bluest of skies Missing natures beauty and reality In our worlds wondrous tapestry

It’s quite lonely while I sit and watch I hear the ticking of the Mantel clock Every day and every lonely night I try and make all things feel so right.

I guess there are many just like me Who sit inside and often see The rat race maze powered by greed Souls fail to see wild flowers and seed The beautiful scenery outside is lost To a concrete waste of brick and dust Some fail to make it through the rough While others cry when it gets tough It’s quite lonely while I sit and watch I hear the ticking of the Mantel clock Every day and every lonely night I try and make all things feel so right.

Ticking away the moments and days

Time moves on in mysterious ways

My window is my favorite view

As I recall my Days with You