“God help those poor boys”
Lyrics/verse By Neil Carter Written in the Summer of 2009
Rendered into digital by Frater Pyramidatus
Roses The answer is right there To a young woman Reason for goodbye They sound like white lies, though You are a wonderful world What are you going to do now, mister This is not California Joe Orton Please come and share everything “God help those poor boys” “Sleeping with dogs”
Roses All mouth, no action, Like making love to a plank of wood, Snap me up, Another country, so frustrated, Waiting for a certain someone to wake up Snap me up, Don’t you mean it then, Is it all just pretention, Dress my table legs, Living like it’s 1908, It’s all talk but you don’t walk the walk You’re on your own I am on my own You want love and I want love, like everyone, Snap me up, I like you very much, And we both like films and such, But you still play the game but remain the same, Up in the morning for work, nice and early, Unresponsive, catatonic, even after several Gin and tonics, a ladylike way of life, I suppose, Forget the politics, buy you roses, Please snap me up love…
The answer is right there In the midnight hour It all goes to prove That, once more, A good strong woman, will love me, In the heat of the Summer The hot nights Understanding All my loving All our passion You and I Like a hundred years Of laughter and tears And it all goes to prove That once again A good strong woman will love me.
To a young woman Rock and roll the very blood That flows through your veins Now and always Realise this and feel its power And begin So that the fierce fire That is the essence Of our strange lives Shall never subdue you And reduce you to dull servitude But rather shall feed you And drive you on From one accomplishment To another Then all the chains of the past Shall shrink away from you Life is forever yours to mould Yours to paint And yours to sing my dear.
Reason for goodbye Blue eyes This snake with his blue eyes So free with his “honeyed tones” I had to be rid For he was sitting on my shoulder Laughing Whilst I was going under Feeling colder He thought he was so hip But it was ME who gave HIM the slip He was no good for me He just wanted more and more Of everything So I fucked him off Sorry mother but I did And I have never seen him since
They sound like white lies, though He’s only lying Because he saw you across a crowded room And he needs you love so badly He can’t think of anyone but you So he tries to make himself out To be some young anti-hero And a rebel, to the core He’s only lying because his heart is yours From this day forever And he needs YOU to love HIM too All he can see is you, can’t you see? I know he’s just a boy With his hands in the pockets Of his bright blue jeans But he’s crying to have you Dying to know you And lying to love you Oh that poor little kid knows nothing Of this world Trying to be someone, really SOMEONE An anti-hero for his girl
You are a wonderful world I remember you Your smile Your laugh Your eyes, that sparkled You are a wonderful world, The time I spent with you I spent with an angel The sun always shone And magic was all around And you should know That you are a wonderful world With you I laughed at the fools And I held you and felt like the hero Does some fortunate man Live in your heaven today Now that you are gone far away from me And do you show him The things that you showed me I was in heaven And without you, yes, I fell You are a wonderful world
What are you going to do now, mister Saving the planet With all our recycling, supporting Oxfam, And all those eco-friendly light bulbs, But the governments Do they give a damn They make promises for the future But never act now Saving the planet With selective viewing Getting on the bus And the local paper on Saturdays All the people making noise about it But is anyone listening Taking the bus, getting on our bicycles But is anyone up there Doing anything And I know and you know That it really really matters, yes It really really matters to you and I
This is not California This is me I am the last of the true beat poets Last of the old school street poets Not some rapper Not some cool hip-hop dude Just an honest poet Who has lived his whole life Seeking all experience Often at street level Often on the outside And I gave that poetry to you But what on earth is the point If you don’t speak from You OWN experience I am not Jim Morrison Back in the sixties I am living here in the U.K. now And that is what I write about My whole life I have sourced For the cause of poetry Art, music and theatre But always poetry My constant and loyal companion Through it all
Joe Orton Poor sweet Joe Orton Mischievous and vain Darling of that London scene How they came to worship At the altar Of your rebellion And I was left looking for Joe Orton Poor sweet Joe Orton Star amongst the stars You had them in the palm of your hand How you turned the system on its head When you were not scaring them You were charming them instead I was left looking for Joe Orton And you lover took your life It was an act of betrayal As far as I am concerned Oh, the lessons you would have Taught us all, But theatre never learns All that cheek But you were serious and beautiful
Please come and share everything Coming out Or coming out to play In as seaside town In the summertime Coming out Or coming out to play It’s a lovely life I would live it all the time When I am alone I am still alive, alive Please come and share everything And you can be Marilyn And I will by Jimmy Dean When we are not living It’s like we are just dreaming And you can be Marilyn And I will be Jimmy Dean When we are not really living It’s like we are just dreaming And you can be Marilyn and I will be Jimmy Dean, when I am alone, I am still alive, alive Alive! Please take my hand and share everything
“God help those poor boys” Two young women were talking In the beach shelter Over a bag of chips between them About all the things that get them down Oh the rain of a seaside town In wintertime Then suddenly it occurs to them That they have no reason to be lonely anymore The answer was there all along And then they begin to laugh Through the tears Through the tears Oh the rain of a seaside town In wintertime And all the mothers say God help those poor boys Those girls cut a swathe Through all those services boys Two young women were talking Sitting in the beach shelter Over a bag of chips between them About all the things that make them smile Oh the rain of a seaside town In wintertime Because suddenly It occurs to them That they have no reason
To be lonely anymore Now they have grown They begin to laugh Through the tears Through the tears Oh the softly falling rain Of a seaside town In wintertime And all the mothers And their brothers say God help those poor boys Those girls cut a swathe Through all those services boys Two young women were laughing Sitting in the beach shelter With a bag of chips between them Thinking of all the things that make them smile Through the rain of a seaside town In wintertime God help those poor boys For it is time For their voices to be lowered Those girls cut a swathe Cut a swathe Through all those services boys And they hate war And all that sort of thing But what’s that got to do with anything
They’ll give you a medal And I will smile Because you are so alive Bed them all Bed them all Bed them all
“Sleeping with dogs” And in resisting All those oh so English hang-ups All the young women Realise just how many Young me there are And all the young men Realise just how many Young women there are Then did we all realise Because I hope I am not the only on Looking for the only one Because there will be no one Even, Ever, Ever, Never that emptiness again And never, never, never Will I sleep with the dogs again?
For every Punk For every goth chick Riot girl And Indie girl That ever lived. My god you were amazing. Thanks.