to dust

It's a symphony
Played on strings of dust
A-choo, a-choo
We all fell down
God bless

then,
'Play it again Sam'

the sky at night

On a big ship far away
Sailing on in to eternity
The stars will fall beneath your feet
You better wear some shoes

Rhymes (just because)

I like the city and I like trees
I love wellness and don't mind disease
Now I think I'm gonna sneeze
Oh, it happens all the time

My mother told me that it was all rot
She said, Mick give it another shot
No, you don't know what you got until you know what you got
There's wilderness in the plains

When the moon shines it reflects the sun
But we all know that moonshine's the one
It's good to be a hick in these modern times

You picked a fight and she picked her nose
Now the blood starts to drip onto my clothes
Just more redness upon white

...unfinished...

Near

Hey, hey, hey the end is near
Cries a man or a woman
But the end has always been nigh
Even a million years away is near when you think about the universe
Infinity makes it all small

I suppose I mean don't worry about it

Or at least that isn't significant

He's strange
He's the strangest stranger
What kinda guy is born in a manger?

alright

It's very sad
A sad, sad situation
The saddest I know,

I've known sadder,

Don't get me wrong,

But it's very very sad

God story

It had been over a year since I had seen it at the BFI on the Southbank and I had mostly forgotten about it, but it came back to me in a dream, that line from that film I saw; Diary of a Country Priest, All Is Grace.