Friday 29th November 2019

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Though I could not caution all, I still might warn a few:
Don’t lend your hand to raise no flag atop no ship of fools.

The Ship of Fools

What’s black about Friday?
What’s black about November?
I know it’s been dark
I know the rain has lashed at my windows
The mud is building as I’ve said before
I admit the sky is not blue
It’s vapid
I’m fed up with the nagging on every media
Every day it’s black this and black that
And Brexit this and Brexit that
And the lies o for goodness sake the lies
I try to keep up with events but they are stuck in this mud
My hopes are clouded and as feeble as this sky
This Prime Ministers mendacity is like a children’s game
Does he not know the damage of his colluding?
He and the opposition appear as a ship of fools
All parties offer the impossible
And I cannot stand it
This black Friday mentality is created for their own gain
The whole mood of the nation is black
I do not pretend to have an answer
But I cannot follow these lying impostors

John Bish 29/11/2019

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Ship Of Fools

Grateful Dead

Went to see the captain, strangest I could find,
Laid my proposition down, laid it on the line.
I won’t slave for beggar’s pay, likewise gold and jewels,
But I would slave to learn the way to sink your ship of fools.

Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.

Saw your first ship sink and drown, from rockin’ of the boat,
And all that could not sink or swim was just left there to float.
I won’t leave you drifting down, but woh it makes me wild,
With thirty years upon my head to have you call me child.

Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.

The bottles stand as empty, as they were filled before.
Time there was and plenty, but from that cup no more.
Though I could not caution all, I still might warn a few:
Don’t lend your hand to raise no flag atop no ship of fools.

Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought, when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.

It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.

John Bish 29th November 2019

There’s the shipowner, larger and stronger than everyone in the ship, but somewhat deaf and rather short-sighted, with a knowledge of sailing to match his eyesight. The sailors are quarrelling among themselves over captaincy of the ship, each one thinking that he ought to be captain, though he has never learnt that skill, nor can he point to the person who taught him or a time when he was learning it. On top of which they say it can’t be taught. In fact they’re prepared to cut to pieces anyone who says it can. The shipowner himself is always surrounded by them. They beg him and do everything they can to make him hand over the tiller to them. Sometimes, if other people can persuade him and they can’t, they kill those others or throw them overboard. Then they immobilise their worthy shipowner with drugs or drink or by some other means, and take control of the ship, helping themselves to what it is carrying. Drinking and feasting, they sail in the way you’d expect people like that to sail.

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Snookeroo

Bernie Taupin, Elton John

One, two, three, four!

I was born in the north of england,
I was raised in a working town.
I broke all the rules when i went to school,
But the teacher’s couldn’t pin me down.

I tried to make my parents proud
By adapting the social powers.
Oh, pigs will fly and the earth will fry,
When they get me doing honest hours.

Snookeroo, snookeroo, daddy’s going on the booze.
Mother used to cut my hair and sister used to make the news.
Well, it was two rooms up and two rooms down,
We were sentenced by the wrecking crane.
Oh, i was born on the eve of halloween
And snookeroo, snookeroo, snookeroo’s my name.

I need someone to cook for me
And turn me lose at night.
I could spend my life with a factory girl,
‘Cause a factory girl’s my type.

I hear them gossip on the street,
Most of what they say is true.
Oh, don’t you know that i hear them say,
“there goes that lazy, no good snookeroo.”

Snookeroo, snookeroo, daddy’s going on the booze.
Mother used to cut my hair and sister used to make the news.
Well, it was two rooms up (two rooms up)
And two rooms down, (two rooms down)
We were sentenced by the wrecking crane.
Oh, i was born on the eve of halloween
And snookeroo, snookeroo, (snookeroo)
Snookeroo’s my name.

(oo-oo, oo-oo, oo-oo, oo-oo)

Snookeroo, snookeroo, daddy’s going on the booze.
Mother used to cut my hair and sister used to make the news.
Well, it was two rooms up (two rooms up)
And two rooms down, (two rooms down)
We were sentenced by the wrecking crane.
Well, i was born on the eve of halloween
And snookeroo, snookeroo,
Snookeroo, snookeroo,
Snookeroo, snookeroo,
Snookeroo’s my name, yeh.

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