Monthly Archives: September 2014

I’m Afraid

I’m Afraid


I’m Afraid, I’m Afraid,

Said the girl with the bike to the boy with the broken spade

I’m Afraid, of the night

And I won’t sleep until I see the comfort of the light


My mother died when I was born

My father he’s long gone

I trawl these streets and gather what I can

Can’t look people in the eye

I’ve got no money, my mouth is dry

But I want to make it to a man


I lost my aunt and mother,

A soldier shot my brother,

I see his face in every open door.

I’ve got no-one to turn to

But I know I’ll learn to

Cope with the horrors of this war,


The boy said I won’t leave you, and I will try to feed you

And he found some scraps outside a door

The cook came out to beat him, batter and defeat him

And left the boy in tatters on the floor


The girl helped him to his feet

They wondered lonely down the street

Each one the other one’s cover

The girl looked him in the eye

Said “boy I don’t want to die”

I’ll be your sister, if you’ll be my brother



Believe Me


Believe me my teddy bear

Everything I’m telling you is true                             

You don’t need to think but twice                                                                         

I’d never tell a lie to you                       



When I lie my eyes go crossed

My lips start turning grey

Maybe one day I’ll tell a lie

But I ain’t gonna tell a lie today



You gotta belieeeeve me

You gotta belieeeeve me                        

It’s the truth, the whole truth                

And nothing but the truth                  

Belieevvve me



I might sound far-fetched and way out there

It’s all true I swear it on my life

Sometimes I must convince myself

But it’s true, I swear it on my life



Is this how it’s going to be?

How dare you start questioning me?

I’m having coffee you can make your own tea

You gotta believe me

The Director (song for the stage)



This is my show

I wrote the script

It is my show

The scales have tipped

I’m not so enraptured with tales that I’ve captured

And stolen and passed as my own



This is my movie

I wrote the sets

A high budget thriller

As good as it gets

I couldn’t be happier my name’s on the map, yeah

And everyone know who I am


I’m the director, the chief inspector

Tip of the ice berg, if only you knew

I didn’t forget yer, I’m coming to get yer

Top of the bill it’ll be honey

Me and you


This is my novel

I wrote the pages

I do it for pleasure

The pleasure of wages

They may not be funny but they bring in the money

I ain’t quite as dumb as I seem


This is my film

I wrote the lines

Oscar-winning performance

Ahead of it’s time

I knew I could muster a Hollywood Blockbuster

Challenge too big to resist…




(RR – 2000)