strong foundations

pushed to the limit

working hard to make ends meet

watching towers crumble

things fall apart

to make room for something else

to come together

celebrate

pick up the pieces

Pussyfoot the architect of dreams

scaffolding and bridges of light

under construction

this time build upon the rock

SMILE

molding the shifting sands

into half baked ideas of love

was the practise you needed

warnings to be heeded

LESSONS in foundation

pussyfoot…. back to the drawing board

 

 

 

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kids back to school

ending Mercury Retro

 

kick my shoes off

Hey, Sunday Sun
Let’s go walkin’
And we’ll talk about some things
Kick my shoes off,
And we’ll dream about some dreams
Got to get away when the world
Gets on me

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Kids in the park
Don’t take long before
I’m laughing along with them
Almost makes me think
Those times can come again
Gets me feelin’ good and yet sad
At the same time

Sunday Sun, when you’re round
Get to feelin’ like I wanna smile
Weekday strings, tie me down
But this one day, baby, I can fly
I can fly
MOODswings
Time on my mind,
Make the most of it,
Just me and a Sunday Sun
Liable to forget that Monday ever comes
Gonna sit around
Watchin’ bees chasin’ honey
BEESflower
Sunday Sun, when you’re ’round
Get to feelin’ like I wanna smile
Weekday strings, tie me down
But this one day, baby, I can fly
I said I can fly

Hey Sunday Sun
Let’s go walkin’
And we’ll talk about some things
I kick my shoes off
And we’ll dream about some dreams
Come on Sunday Sun,
We got some plans to make
We go walking…..

Neil Diamond – Sunday Sun
wet feet
NEIL DIAMOND album: “Velvet Gloves And Spit” (1968)  buy this CD or download MP3s at amazon.com!

Two-Bit Manchild
A Modern Day Version Of Love
Honey-Drippin’ Times
The Pot Smoker’s Song
Brooklyn Roads
Shilo
Sunday Sun
Holiday Inn Blues
Practically Newborn
Knackelflerg
Merry-Go-Round

 

 

 

Wilbury Twist No. 2

Playing the part she expected

he finds a new subject for distraction

set the stage with a junk yard mind

avoid and deny this fast lane addiction

DIRTY WORLD “he loves your sexy body, he loves your dirty mind……You don’t need no wax job, you’re smooth enough for me……If you need you oil changed I’ll do it for you free”

Pussyfoots version of the story here…..

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SURE footed CAPRICORN

Just cause you got the monkey off your back doesn’t mean the circus has left town.

 

 

“haunting me like a ship on the sea”

He no longer has time for her

He grew tired and bored with that muse

Something changed

Some things shifted

Was it him or was it her who was used?

 

They no longer see eyes with eyes

perhaps they never did

reflections of light cause optical illusions

roam answer remaining well hid

 

behind the visible laughter lines

smiles scream history with all their pain

rising to the surface

believing it’s worth doing all again

 

they can’t quite put their finger on it

some blame just wanting to be scratched

An irritation festers under the skin

Their wounds are so well matched

 

Dismissing all the wonderful signs

dark gems with crystal visions

The brighter the light they project

The darker the shadow mission

 

Suspicious minds still breeding

swivel neck paranoia

both seeking response and affection

double trouble setting out to annoy her

 

Round and round in circles of cycles

conjuring up some bigger drama

will this nonsense come to an end

paying back it’s ping pong karma?

 

Playing the part she expected

he finds a new subject for distraction

set the stage with a junk yard mind

avoid and deny this fast lane addiction

 

Please forgive his misapprehension

let him finish his proud Hail Mary

He rounds up all the prostitutes

then wants to run the missionary

 

Meanwhile the whole world is watching

their interaction a global sensation

God be with you means “goodbye”

seek to expand on mind made contraction

 

Stirring the pot while spilling breadcrumbs

turning up the heat  lets go faster

Someone left the cake out in the rain

It all adds up as a recipe for disaster

 

Was their precious energy wasted?

Disappointment layer after layer?

He’s finished with the white knight armour

Reluctantly signed up as dragon slayer

 

He thought she was worth it

She thought he was fun

He chases gold under rainbows

But pussyfoot follows the sun

 

They search for the same thing

true love and happiness

So he shakes his can furiously

Spraying over worldwide mess

 

His mind bent, bitter and twisted

She retired from figuring things out

Then he got nasty fuelled with anger

and she began perfecting her pout

 

He said She said

HEART dots….—-lines MIND

Differences acknowledged

It’s just the way they are designed

 

Remarkable connectivity explored

Untangled yet forever joined

They struggled to win each other’s heart

And totally missed the point

 

We’re all in this together

going out on a limb for someone

It could lead to falling out of your branch

hopping mad or free falling as one

 

They enjoyed each other’s company

Once upon a time

But when they both grew up

They didn’t match the nursery rhyme

 

The day he noticed that pussyfoot

Her heart opened to discern

Piercing through the outer layers

He cracked her shell so she could learn

 

With his laser beam precision

Etching initials so careful and deep

Making it public about his intention

What you sow you’re entitled to reap

 

He led her along all the way

Pushing her to the outer edge

Expecting she would eventually fall

So he waited there on the ledge

 

He’s held the reins on her buggy

While she searched for a steering wheel

Time differences in their travels

Seemed unbelievable yet so real

 

The foundation of boundaries and status

Follow the achievement of self rule

Wherever they travelled while searching

Unfolded lessons at New Earth School

 

Travelling into different timelines

Pussyfoot’s pads sense and feel

Treading lightly not to upset anyone

Trying to understand what is real

 

Opening her mouth however

she usually changes feet

like Bridget Jones saying all the wrong things

while trying hard to be discreet

 

So have they come full circle

Back to square ONE…  and ONE

Spinning off the turntable

Allowing time to come undone

 

Where ever the road may lead them

She’ll never be sorry to have known

The boy who kindly held her hand

And watched from afar how she has grown

 

Story time in rhyme

Written by Pussyfoot based on some exaggerated truths