a long life in work with music and poetry round the edges, I'm now able to give more time to writing.
She’s a cool cat
He’s a love rat
She holds her head high
She hopes he won’t see
Hopes he won’t see
She just wanna cry
Wanna cry wanna cry
Why do they go?
Why won’t they stay?
Hold your head high
Don’t cry
Don’t let them see you cry
Be a cool cat
Amongst the love rats
And hold your head up high
So they won’t see
That you wanna cry
Wanna cry wanna cry
When I wake up in the morning
you’re my first thought
my precious, my beautiful
Lover, you’ve caught
me in your web, in your net, in your trap
and I can’t leave you now.
But I can’t get away
and it’s no matter how
you crease your sweet brow
no it’s no matter why
for I’m bound to another
as you know so well
and I can’t get away
no I just need to stay
but I love you, I love you, I love you
more every day.
Where will I turn
when loving grows cold?
And how will I spurn
my partner of old?
And how can I hurt
the one that I now
am bound to by care, and
affection and custom assert
I belong to by vow?
But you’re now my best love
and the one I love most
my precious, my beautiful
Lover, I’m lost
now in your web, in your net, in your trap
and I can’t leave you now.
But I’m bound to another
as you know so well
and I can’t get away
no I just need to stay;
but I love you, I love you, I love you
more every day.
She’s got you in her toils
her web and her net
she drags you in
she won’t let go
she doesn’t care
she brings you down low
and I hate how she spoils
the love we used to get
when we were first together
Oh Baby, why do you go with her?
When we’re staying at home
or out on the town
you’re not really with me
your mind is roaming round
her and her web, beware
‘cos she’s got you in her snare!
She won’t let go
she doesn’t care
that you and I
were so, so happy
together
Oh Baby, why do you go with her?
She’s got you in her toils
her trap and her snare
and I hate how she spoils
the way you used to care
when we were first together
Oh Baby, what do you see in her?
She’s a cool cat
He’s a love rat
She holds her head high
She hopes he won’t see
Hopes he won’t see
She just wanna cry
Wanna cry wanna cry
Why do they go?
Why won’t they stay?
Hold your head high
Don’t cry
Don’t let them see you cry
Be a cool cat
Amongst the love rats
And hold your head up high
So they won’t see
That you wanna cry
Wanna cry wanna cry
When I wake up in the morning
you’re my first thought
my precious, my beautiful
Lover, you’ve caught
me in your web, in your net, in your trap
and I can’t leave you now.
But I can’t get away
and it’s no matter how
you crease your sweet brow
no it’s no matter why
for I’m bound to another
as you know so well
and I can’t get away
no I just need to stay
but I love you, I love you, I love you
more every day.
Where will I turn
when loving grows cold?
And how will I spurn
my partner of old?
And how can I hurt
the one that I now
am bound to by care, and
affection and custom assert
I belong to by vow?
But you’re now my best love
and the one I love most
my precious, my beautiful
Lover, I’m lost
now in your web, in your net, in your trap
and I can’t leave you now.
But I’m bound to another
as you know so well
and I can’t get away
no I just need to stay;
but I love you, I love you, I love you
more every day.
She’s got you in her toils
her web and her net
she drags you in
she won’t let go
she doesn’t care
she brings you down low
and I hate how she spoils
the love we used to get
when we were first together
Oh Baby, why do you go with her?
When we’re staying at home
or out on the town
you’re not really with me
your mind is roaming round
her and her web, beware
‘cos she’s got you in her snare!
She won’t let go
she doesn’t care
that you and I
were so, so happy
together
Oh Baby, why do you go with her?
She’s got you in her toils
her trap and her snare
and I hate how she spoils
the way you used to care
when we were first together
Oh Baby, what do you see in her?
I saw her standing there
Like an antipodean princess
She had sparkly eyes and bright hair
Swept off my feet, far or near,
I couldn’t care less
Here for a spell, and her laugh
Like honey and the bubbling curlew
Following her own path
Eyes met, it was enough,
That I know
It’ll be far from home, far
From the things I’m used to
But I’ll go to the edge of the world, and more
To be with her
To be with her
And love will grow
Flowering from the new
A blank sheet of paper
Nothing to say
Nothing to write
Nothing to put over to you
Tongue-tied,
Without inspiration
Day after day
You’re in my sight
And you don’t have a clue
How I’m ready to burst
With the strength of my feelings
For you
Tongue-tied
When you look at me;
No inspiration
When you look away:
Day after day
I waste
Day after day
Longing for you!
I need a place
A safe place
A place of safety
My home is not
Is not
Is not
The people there
They take
They take
Advantage of me
I don’t know how to stop them
To stop
To stop
To control
I am controlled
Stop what you’re doing
Stop!
Stop touching me
Stop stroking me
Stop looking at me!
Your eyes are full
Of intent
That I reject
Stop looking at me
Your eyes convey
A message I don’t want
I don’t want
I don’t
Just stop when you’re asked
Just stop!
Can’t I go about my business
Without your intruding eyes?
Why do I have to see you
Wherever I look?
Take your eyes off me
Take your hands off me
Green is the buzz word
The buzz word is Green
It’s the right attitude
But what does it mean?
The things to consider
Are so very many
From laundry to make-up
And fads we can take up
Like becoming vegany
Can we really stop
Washing our face?
Stop buying new clothes
Stop wasting our food
Stop drinking from bottles
And give up for good
Using cars run on petrol
To get us from place to place?
Well Green is the buzz word
The buzz word is Green
Stop waste and pollution and
Keep the world clean!
She’s a cool cat
He’s a love rat
She holds her head high
She hopes he won’t see
Hopes he won’t see
She just wanna cry
Wanna cry wanna cry
Why do they go?
Why won’t they stay?
Hold your head high
Don’t cry
Don’t let them see you cry
Be a cool cat
Amongst the love rats
And hold your head up high
So they won’t see
That you wanna cry
Wanna cry wanna cry
When I wake up in the morning
you’re my first thought
my precious, my beautiful
Lover, you’ve caught
me in your web, in your net, in your trap
and I can’t leave you now.
But I can’t get away
and it’s no matter how
you crease your sweet brow
no it’s no matter why
for I’m bound to another
as you know so well
and I can’t get away
no I just need to stay
but I love you, I love you, I love you
more every day.
Where will I turn
when loving grows cold?
And how will I spurn
my partner of old?
And how can I hurt
the one that I now
am bound to by care, and
affection and custom assert
I belong to by vow?
But you’re now my best love
and the one I love most
my precious, my beautiful
Lover, I’m lost
now in your web, in your net, in your trap
and I can’t leave you now.
But I’m bound to another
as you know so well
and I can’t get away
no I just need to stay;
but I love you, I love you, I love you
more every day.
She’s got you in her toils
her web and her net
she drags you in
she won’t let go
she doesn’t care
she brings you down low
and I hate how she spoils
the love we used to get
when we were first together
Oh Baby, why do you go with her?
When we’re staying at home
or out on the town
you’re not really with me
your mind is roaming round
her and her web, beware
‘cos she’s got you in her snare!
She won’t let go
she doesn’t care
that you and I
were so, so happy
together
Oh Baby, why do you go with her?
She’s got you in her toils
her trap and her snare
and I hate how she spoils
the way you used to care
when we were first together
Oh Baby, what do you see in her?
I saw her standing there
Like an antipodean princess
She had sparkly eyes and bright hair
Swept off my feet, far or near,
I couldn’t care less
Here for a spell, and her laugh
Like honey and the bubbling curlew
Following her own path
Eyes met, it was enough,
That I know
It’ll be far from home, far
From the things I’m used to
But I’ll go to the edge of the world, and more
To be with her
To be with her
And love will grow
Flowering from the new
A blank sheet of paper
Nothing to say
Nothing to write
Nothing to put over to you
Tongue-tied,
Without inspiration
Day after day
You’re in my sight
And you don’t have a clue
How I’m ready to burst
With the strength of my feelings
For you
Tongue-tied
When you look at me;
No inspiration
When you look away:
Day after day
I waste
Day after day
Longing for you!
I need a place
A safe place
A place of safety
My home is not
Is not
Is not
The people there
They take
They take
Advantage of me
I don’t know how to stop them
To stop
To stop
To control
I am controlled
a long life in work with music and poetry round the edges, I'm now able to give more time to writing.
I taught classical guitar for 12 years and stopped when I wanted to do an undergraduate degree at the age of 40. I chose music and anthropology as my fields at Oxford Polytechnic as it was then. Before that I had been in charge of the music at a church in Oxford where I chose the hymns, trained a choir and wrote quite a few worship songs. After many years of intermittent back pain I realised that it was playing classical guitar that was causing the problem and now I haven't played for 20 years, which is a bit of a shame. I now belong to a poetry workshop group and continue to write songs, poems and other music.
