Revised as ballade 27/9/2011
Somewhere beneath the sheets of yesterday
Your happiness was cutting threads of me
As faintly I heard Jimi Hendrix play
Beethoven’s vulgar second sympony
On mandolin with Mr Morrissey
Whose aria was verging on sublime
And anguished angels sported on the lea
While patience pulled me backwards out of time
From off, someone had thrown a dead bouquet
To splash across the redness of the sea
A colander of finest Beaujolais
With Eucharist to match quite swimmingly
The trappings of a jaded bourgeoisie
Participants in some imagined crime
All locked up with a popped-up minor key
While patience pulled me backwards out of time
And to the left of yellow disarray
You wandered into Rick’s café at three
And ordered burgers from the cold buffet
Then washed your filthy feet in Sencha tea
Your Buddha belly out for all to see
A testament to corporeal grime
I shrunk behind your gross discourtesy
While patience pulled me backwards out of time
At supper, folded into leased esprit
I finally decreased; and out of mime
I fell into the depths of liberty
While patience pulled me backwards out of time
(Just a very quick reworking, I'm obviously not leaving it as is, all suggestions most welcome)
Original version
Somewhere under yesterday
your happiness was killing me
I heard Jimi Hendrix play
Beethoven’s second symphony
on mandolin with Morrissey
whose aria was heavenly
Someone threw a dead bouquet
a colander of Beaujolais
the trappings of the bourgeoisie
all locked up with a minor key
Left of yellow disarray
you wandered into Rick’s café
and ordered from the cold buffet
then washed your feet in Sencha tea
your Buddha belly on display
in corpulent discourtesy
Folded into leased esprit
I decreased and stole away
and fallen into liberty
I made it over yesterday
Somewhere beneath the sheets of yesterday
Your happiness was cutting threads of me
As faintly I heard Jimi Hendrix play
Beethoven’s vulgar second sympony
On mandolin with Mr Morrissey
Whose aria was verging on sublime
And anguished angels sported on the lea
While patience pulled me backwards out of time
From off, someone had thrown a dead bouquet
To splash across the redness of the sea
A colander of finest Beaujolais
With Eucharist to match quite swimmingly
The trappings of a jaded bourgeoisie
Participants in some imagined crime
All locked up with a popped-up minor key
While patience pulled me backwards out of time
And to the left of yellow disarray
You wandered into Rick’s café at three
And ordered burgers from the cold buffet
Then washed your filthy feet in Sencha tea
Your Buddha belly out for all to see
A testament to corporeal grime
I shrunk behind your gross discourtesy
While patience pulled me backwards out of time
At supper, folded into leased esprit
I finally decreased; and out of mime
I fell into the depths of liberty
While patience pulled me backwards out of time
(Just a very quick reworking, I'm obviously not leaving it as is, all suggestions most welcome)
Original version
Somewhere under yesterday
your happiness was killing me
I heard Jimi Hendrix play
Beethoven’s second symphony
on mandolin with Morrissey
whose aria was heavenly
Someone threw a dead bouquet
a colander of Beaujolais
the trappings of the bourgeoisie
all locked up with a minor key
Left of yellow disarray
you wandered into Rick’s café
and ordered from the cold buffet
then washed your feet in Sencha tea
your Buddha belly on display
in corpulent discourtesy
Folded into leased esprit
I decreased and stole away
and fallen into liberty
I made it over yesterday
It could be worse