River Sheaf, I write you these words I ask you lead me To truly comprehend Bank the turns of desire’s twisted weir And Sheaf—help me hold my course Every woman has a…
Learn some sense, Howden
Honey-sweet words are sticky Flowering metaphors unclear Of all the fucking stupid things I’ve ever done this ranks as, err, just one of many Tell it straight, and keep the beat Don’t worry Bean, I’ve not gone wrong Venting vitriol, spitting heat I’m just kidding, having fun in song
When I learn, when I learn some sense I won’t stay too long When I learn, when I learn some sense
Too much, too often—too long, being reasonable has made me creak under the insidious grip, the incredible power of the weak
When I learn, when I learn some sense I won’t stay too long When I learn, when I learn some sense When people go wrong
So, no more, bollocks to it all So why tell this to a river? This is the rite to say it clear This is the rite to delive
When I learn, when I learn some sense I won’t stay too long When I learn, when I learn some sense When people go wrong