One More Over That Hill

He disappeared over the hill

Towards the battle raging on

The bullets blare blasting the air

Killing people here and there

The battlefield where many lost their lives

Many wives lost their men on that day

And many more mothers lost their children

A silent prayer for the soldier’s graves

They gave their life for their country

But their memory will live on forevermore

But who says this war will ever end?

How many men, children and friends must fade to memory before the sun sets?

Remember what we’re fighting for…

A free England and life of prosperity

So have charity in your heart today

Do what you can to honour their memory

Help them live on and on by singing a song

Praising the true and the strong

For doing must have been done

And fighting the good fight, where ever there was one.

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In loving memory of all those brave soldiers who’ve died in the name of freedom

Red Lips

Red lips, that taste’s like rust

Silk sheets, and that scent of lust

My senses slip, and I just can’t trust myself

Alone in a room with you

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If I’m a pawn, and if you are king, can’t you give me just one thing…

I’m living my life in routine

I’m paying my bills and playing my part

I’m trying so hard just to scrape by

I’m sitting back and watching my dreams die

I’ll do what I can, but I’m just a small piece in a big, big plan

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I’ve rehearsed my lines off by heart

Maybe I can work for a bigger part next scene

I’ll put my blood and sweat in it, in the name of art

I’ve been told you’ve got to put your heart and soul into everything you do

But I’ll just do what I can, but I’m just a piece of meat in the frying pan

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Bob Pritchard

Second Hand Living

Sometimes I wish I could split myself in two

When I’m being tugged in different directions

Apart of me wants to go, the other doesn’t want to know

It wants to dwell, it wants to sit and stick around

But the heart wants to sell up and pack my bags

This world can drag you down, the black holes and plug holes

I don’t want to die drowning, swirling down the sink

But I don’t want to think about living either

I want an alternative, to help me coupe with second hand living

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Bob Pritchard

D!rty Diamonds

I saw it in your eyes

When they flicked over my hysteria

It happened faster than the brain could process

A stereo out the window

Blatant acts of defiance to bloat my ego

I’m so arty and creative

When I speak sh!t it sounds like gold

So when pretension gets the better of me

I act like a d!ck and get destructive

That’s just how I live

And this is the living

I’m a dirty diamond, in a rough bouquet

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Bob Pritchard

Shadows

I’m trying so hard, to get out of your shadow

But I’m getting nowhere, no matter which way I turn

I’m turning up rocks; I’m running in circles, I’m wasting away

I follow your words, but I’m stuck on the purpose, and the meaning is lost

I hear what your saying, but I don’t understand

My thoughts and perceptions of you, are all jumbled up

Like a jukebox on random…

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Bob Pritchard

Comatose Cosmos

Fall asleep and lie down with the universe

Under a bed of stars shining down on you

You feel like you rule all of this space

But you’re in a comatose cosmos

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Collapsing in on yourself again

Like a starving star, searching for a new start

You scrape and scuttle, until you’re whittled down

Lying face down, with star stuff and nebulas

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Go to bed and admire a sky lit up with fire

Entropic conditions formulaically calculate

The rate of change, we must abide by

You can’t stand in the way, of fusion and slow decay

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Goodbye singularity, there’s no clarity here

In the forbidden search, radio waves can not save

Or find your way, when you’re drifting endlessly

In the abyss, your only hope in all of this, is to drift into comatose

And wake up lying in a bed, safe and warm

And all this is a dream…

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Bob Pritchard

Bloodsuckers

The vultures are picking bones again, they’re waiting at the door

The ritch have got their hands, in the pockets of the poor

So I guess I’ll be sleeping rough again, I always end up on the floor

If I wasn’t out of pocket, I’d drink the place dry and still thirst for more

So I guess it’s the end of the line, but I’m not really sure

I’ve been here before, I’ll go there again

I’m a loser, and there ain’t no cure

Amen.

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Bob Pritchard

Photography – Volume IV [Finland]

Tampere|Nokia|Helsinki

Falling Through The Cracks

 

Escaping the dream, the man, the machine

The ticking clock, the falling rock, falling free

Comes crashing down on me, crushing my house

The trip, the spell, the cause and effect

Ringing bells, in my head, calling me

To go back to bed, clutching my chest

I know the feeling, of falling through the cracks

I’ve been back there too much

I’ve lost the sight, the sound, the touch

I think I’ve had too much cheap whisky