Sat watching telly
Throughout the night,
Can't get no sleep,
Try as I might.
Taking painkillers
And coffee aswell,
Caffeine and amphetamines,
Are making life hell...

I came to Hollybush
To try my best,
To catch up on sleep,
To try and rest,

To leave the world
Outside on its own,
To get rid of tension
And stress that's grown

To discuss life's road
On a one to one,
To recollect
With what's been done,

There are no miracles,
No magic cure
But the chance to relax
Is a help, I'm sure

Music to me
Should pleasantly
Play as a background noise,
Not din and boom
From room to room
Like that, there are no joys

Speakers shouldn't blare
Sending decibels through the air
As loud as a market sellers call,
It should be easy enough
And to the ear not rough
So please let the volume fall

I'm not auld and senile
Nor not young and purile
But I do like my music to play,
Easy listening's nice
When you listen once or twice
Try it yourself today

I listen to Dean
And quite often some Queen
And now and again I go pop,
But more often than not
I play what I've got
And that can be
Disco back round to Doo-Wop

If music was meant to blare and bawl
Our ears would be inverted
Or even quite small
They are however quite large in some cases
To pick up the sounds
From the side of our faces

My kinda music is listenable
My kinda stuff is contagious
My kinda songs are predictable
I could listen to them for ages

The story so far
Is quite plain to see
I don't like to hear music
Played much tooooooo loudly

When pigs can fly
High in the sky
My millions I will spend
To others I'll be
Sooooper Ali
Coz money I will send

But in real life
I have no wife
Nor income for tomorrow
I scrimp and scrape
Use sticky tape
I beg and steal and borrow

But in it all
I have a ball
I've learnt how to survive
I have my friends
My dog named Ben
And the centre from 9-5

In the doctors eyes
And DSS spies
I'm disabled; I've done my bit
To prove them wrong
Has took this long
To fight through the red tape shite.

I often wonder what I would be
If I were him instead of me!
Would I be nice and full of fun?
Or would I stop, before it begun?

The thoughts that travel through the mind,
Not always confusing, not always as kind
Thinking things like, end it all
Or often to hell lets have a ball!

The times I choose to be myself
To place my egos upon the shelf
Are when I'm alone with no one there
When there's only me, and them who care

Alistair, Ali with Fez there too
All three together not knowing what to do
Who's in charge, gives out commands
Falls in the troops and calls the hands!

I sit in silence
stuck for words
Know what to say
but how?
I always know
what I mean
But have difficulty
in letting you know.
The words are there
just short of breath
No running free
not fluently
Just bursts
and in no depth
I know that you know
what I mean
And if you truly do
Then let me know
so I can show
And follow a sentence through!!!

I am there when you see me
I'm not when you cant!
You think I'm good looking
And I want what you want.
I'm the same as you as others see us
What am I can you guess?

My new computer and I
Get along well
I say things to it
And it never does tell

Trying to write and trying to please
Words are stuck and letters tease
Writer's cramp or block as we know
Can stay for long and will suddenly go

Voices are there, within my head
From when I wake, till I got to bed
Speaking of things, I know nothing of
Sometimes loud, sometimes they're soft
Picking up things, that mean something to me
Closing my mind, and setting them free…

Watching the games, perched on a stool,
'Do you wanna play darts or maybe some pool?'
The Hustler is quick
to make you feel sick,
On a menu he'd be the 'gooseberry fool'

Do you wanna buy this?
Do you wanna buy that?
This is the guy
who swarms like a fly,
but in fact is as daft as a bat

Then there's 'who'll buy me a beer',
This is something we regularly hear,
but with the nudge of your foot
and the threat of a boot,
this guy'll soon learn to keep clear

There's always someone, who knows it all,
Comes into the bar with a head like a ball.
Goes on again and again
About the size of his brain,
It's a pity his mouth wasn't as small

Do you know the bloke who carries an ounce?
Always looking for somewhere or someone to pounce.
Its come over here
If you want some good gear
But no cheques please 'cause they'll only bounce

By the machine always hanging around
Only a quid how does that sound
I'll soon walk away,
as it doesn't wanna play
He say feeding it pound after pound

There's a guy comes into the bar
You know which one you are
If you still can't see
Which one you can be
Then everything's has already gone too far..

Loopy-_Lou, says she has two,
Which, she says hang down to her knees.
Selling flowers by day
And by night, having her say,
She's definitely a girl to please!!

There's 'Ali' and 'Cum', 'Clint' and 'Tan',
With 'Andrea', from way up in the north,
Who's one of three -
Two brothers and she,
And she's not backwards when she's coming forth.

'SV' the canook, and 'Gan' who's a Wiz
Wherever did he disappear to?
Then 'Ally' and 'Jim',
We shouldn't forget about him
And then of course, there is 'Blue'.

Poor Carps, who's in Norfolk
Where the grounds a wee bit wetter,
From sitting on the floor
Her arse is all sore,
Of which, I've often asked to kiss better..!

'The Armani' Family and 'Summer'
Then 'Frosty' with 'Bitchy' Colleen
The gestures and files
Amuse for a while,
Oh, and some Nuggets that we've never seen!!

With some 'brb' and an 'lmao'
And a bit of a hullabaloo..
Some wine in the fridge
Oh, and a guy called ' Midge'
And some "Oi" added in from Loopy_Lou!!

We pass comments through the night and
At 'cybering', some try to achieve
Are we Beginners in chat?
Now, don't give me that,
We know what We want to believe..

Depression is bad
It hurts my head
Sometimes wishing
That I could be dead
I haven't a life
No money or goods
Find me a rope
I'm off to the woods

I haven't been working
For months and weeks
Ranting and raving
'soon as someone speaks
I'm taking the pills
The lie downs aswell
I should see the doctor
I know I'm not well

He'll ask about this
And ask about that
To which I'll reply
I'm not here for a chat
Just fix me and send me
Away with a cure
Don't want do nothing
Of that I am sure

There's something to hold onto
And I know he won't fail me
He's my darling wee grandson
And we call him wee Bailey...

Not Mad!
No not me
Just different thoughts
and ideas you see..

I might be different,
But mad, oh no..
I'm mental not stupid,
I'll have you know!