Unnoticed She used to be a woman you know, This figure who roams the street alone tonight, Dressed in white, sagging robe, and pale, ghostly complexion, She is missed by no one. As she steps into the road, A man walks by on his way to work, and is torn between stopping to help this lost soul, or making it for the 7.52 to Blackfriars, He makes the 7.52, but it's late, and he feels pangs of remorse. She used to be a lady you know, Decadent, refined and desired by many, Now she just walks the street alone, Forgotten and robbed by the ticking clock, Her face drained of #life, Her mouth, wide open, and searching, For someone, something, some intimate feeling. She roams the street alone, A cold day, A thin film of rain and grease covers the dirty street, and her linen shoes offer no protection, As she steps through her memories that circle around her. It's a sad day on this street, Sad that she can walk out into this street, Unnoticed, Sad that we walk on by and look at her, Unnoticed, Sad that her #life has passed her by, Unnoticed, Sad that her memories fade and lie down, Unnoticed. Someone takes her by the arm, And leads her out of the road, She'll be back inside, She'll remain, Unnoticed

Kiss Me! Kiss me under the willow tree, It might have been a beech, I'll kiss you under the moonlit sky, I'll kiss you in the street. The blues man plays on the pavement, His songs of sad lament, His chorus full of longing, His verse full of repent. So kiss me once more this evening, Your kiss of fresh sun light, When I kiss your soft lips baby, I'll be lost in your arms tonight. The candle burns so brightly now, And I don't want to burn my hands, But I'll step into the warmth with you, And enjoy it whilst we can. Let's twist in sheets made of cotton, And embrace throughout the night, Lonely days long forgotten, Will you be mine tonight?

Guilt Today I saw a man with a hole in his mouth, What had he done to deserve such a fate? I felt instant pity, and guilt that I had escaped such a fate, I walked on by, went back to work and forgot about it, Until now. The pit of my stomach hurts again.

The Men On The Hill There's a man who lives in the forest, Amongst the plants and the trees, At the top of a hill, Where he sees no one, And where he can't be seen. Slowly drinking, slowly breaking, everything he once craved. One by one he takes his lovers, To his bed of wood and stones, One by one his friends are falling, To his words of scorn and spite, A sole bottle standing upright, He can only live alone. There's a man with no shoes standing nearby, Beating his drums in the yard, His smile lights up the valley, From behind his wooden stove. Strip your #life back to nature, Reveal your earthly roots, This man don't need no bottle, This soul don't need no boots. Give a man a whistle and he'll blow it in the wind, Seeking out attention, seeking out a friend. Give a man a bottle, and he'll ask another one, To form a glass top mountain, And cover up his fears. You can live in the forest, You can live on the beach, You can't hide inside a mountain, You won't find what you seek.

On The Rocks The man on the rocks scratches a tune from pieces of wood and nylon chords, Dreaming of recognition, but comforted by the golden embrace of the sun. The girl combs her hair, which the light gently caresses and makes her more beautiful in front of her self appointed camera. A dog barks and chases newly born kittens along the sand, as the sea creeps in leaving its mark, briefly just for this moment in time. He thinks of her and wants to commit, She takes a photo and tastes the salt on her lips. Dreaming of love and a world in harmony, She takes another photo, He remains far away. The sun gently flickers and whispers Adeus, They leave the rocks, warmed but unknowing.