The Little Thing's I've Lost

it came, it floated by, into my hands it fell,
a page, of someones book, it was the last as well,
i read to the end,
i found the last page was gone.

so i took, the burning page, and lit small fires around me,
they grew, in shapes of hearts, i used the flames to hide out,
and i used the ash to re-grow the things i've lost

well i've been thinking lately,
that i demand a replay,
i caught you out this time,
the fire you lit was mine,
the title of the book was,
how to use your friends to,
start a heart of fires,
the last word on the page was yours.

okay...here's another!

Growing A Girl
(instructions on how to grow a girl without your wife finding out)

I'm so worn out, if you keep pushing me from seed to shoot -
I'll be so tired that I can't take root...no, I can't take root.

Then you put me in a darkened room, too much water, hardly any food,
I'm afraid that's where I draw the line -
that's not how you treat a girl of my kind...no, not of my kind.

Then someone kindly turned on the light.
It's like I'm in some kind of a dream -
where all I see's reflections of me... is all I really wanted to see.

Then you put me on a rotating plate, like the ones you find in your microwave -
it helps ensure that I get enough light,
but it 'make'(s)me quite dizzy.

All of my days...of 18 hours or more - and all of my nights, I sit here getting bored.

(Instrumental)

Got this feeling in a month or so - you're really gonna let me down -
hang me from the ceiling upside down...
and sell me to all your friends!
Well, I'm afraid that's where I draw the line -
despite the fact it makes a real big mess!

I'm screaming "No"! -
but all you hear is "Yes."
All these words inside I can't express.

All of my days...of 18 hours or more - and all of my nights, I sit here getting bored.

Then you put me in a darkened room, too much water, hardly any food -
I'm afraid that's where I draw the line -
that's not how you treat a girl of my kind...no, not of my kind.

Red Balloon!

Everyone, oh everyone
is a red balloon, a red balloon
like your favourite song, your favourite song,
please sir can you help my son,
he's taken too much helium

Everyone, oh everyone
in their red balloon's, their red balloon cars,
put you seat belts on, pile in one by one,
please sir can you help my son?
he's taken too much helium...

An Animal Sports Day!

If in the third week of august,
your not doing anything, then maybe we could meet up,
i'd like to show yer something,
that if i tried to explain to you, then you'd never believe me,
just wait till you see it,
it's the animal sports day,

where the woodland creatures, take on dwarf zoo keepers,
the trophy's are much smaller or they'd never be able to hold em'
and their fans comprise of harvest mice.
and waiting on the sideline's their are beavers as cheer leaders.

(Animal Sports Day Commentary!..."thats a world record squeak!")

and i tried to explain to you but you didn't believe me,
it's their third annual sports day, i'm the only human spectator,
i advertised it in the paper, but the truth of the matter is, the lap times are slower because their legs are much shorter

when the squirels played the super bowl,
their helmets were much smaller or they'd never be able to wear them.
and their fans comprise of harvest mice,
but they'd have to cut their nails or they could have somebody's eye out.

it's the woodland creatures, versus dwarf zoo keepers,
the trophy's are much smaller or they'd never be able to hold em'
and their fans comprise of harvest mice.
and waiting on the sideline's their are beavers as cheer leaders.

i hope you have a silent night, you must wrap up warm or i can hold yer tight?

(it was christmas when i wrote it so...i put a silent night bit in! ha!)

hope this sorts you out!

take care

andy x