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(A new one short one I wrote to perform at the Paris gig)

Heat
Haze
Grinning
Grave
Saffron
Laughter
Mekong
Morn

Click
Clack
Noodle
Seller
Bamboo
Beating
Buddhist
Dawn

WRITTEN

(T.E. Lawrence: Nothing is written)

To Emma

Why
Must
This
Be 
Dictated
By
That
?

Why
Not
The
Mouse
Running
After
The
Cat
?

Cup of Tea

See
I
just
went
out
for
a cup
of
tea
and
see
what
has
happened
to
me

So
think
once
about
going
out
for
tea

And
seriously
think
twice
about
me

A Sunny Day

I love a park bench
On a sunny day
There's so little bullshit
On a park bench
On a sunny day





I love the sea side
On a sunny day
There's so little bullshit
From people in trunks
On a sunny day





I love a pub
On a sunny day
There's so much bullshit
From tiresome drunks
At the end of a sunny day

Time To Go Apache on The Gig - Vidpoem by Eamonn Crudden

Love You Long Time

Water boiled

Tar dissolved

Vacuum filled

Boy 

Did that vacuum fill

Plunge

We're going in

We're going down

Mayday mayday mayday

Napalm noon

No forgiveness

No coordinates

My lie 

Your lie

Endless lies

Jacked up deceit

Huey Bell Apache

Door gunner dreams

Of milky sap

Tap me tap me

Rat a tat tat

Look at the peasants run

Take me up the mountains

Take me out of here

Hit the target

Kill the child

Find a vein

We're going in

We're going down

Blood bath

Massacre

Wasted

Can't go on

I won't go on

But listen to monkey chatter

Masturbating up trees

Then she turned to me and said

'Don't you just love the smell of spring?'

Fuck me did the vacuum fill

Give me a sec to goof

Fuck me did the vacuum fill

Give me a sec to goof

Here come the corpses

The corpses 

Keep coming

Don't you see?

I need

Out of here

Bang

Pull the trigger

Bang

Push the plunger

Bang

You're dead

Dead

Did you hear me?

DEAD

Stay the fuck down

But they keep coming

Again and again and again

Human waves

Basra marshes

Poison gasses

Jihadi hordes

Hitching

To paradise

The mission's never accomplished

Look look look

The towel head is still moving

Hit him again

Waste the mutha

Raze the gaffe

Free fire zone

The whole shop's a shooting gallery

Push the plunger

Pull the trigger 

Drop the load

Light up the horizon

God I miss Saigon

Monsoon steamy pavements

Laughing Cow

'Double uo globe' brand

Float me up the Mekong

Love me long time

Pure shock, pure awe, pure shock, pure aww

It's a curse it's a joy it's a curse it's a joy 

It's a cursed fucking joy

Love you long time

Be the death of me

Shoot up, mount up, move out

On the march on the move on the hustle

Soon as you're up you're down

Soon as you're up you're down

Pull the trigger

Push the plunger

Fuck Art

Fuck Religion

Fuck You

Feel sick

Feel dirty

More dead

Than alive

I'm

Right

The
Fuck
Out

Of

Here

Pouting and shouting in Paris

There's the guff on the Paris gig. Please tell anyone you know in Paris who might enjoy it to come along. Should be fun.


Poetry and jazz. Jesus man I have a become a hipster inadvertently in my old age. Time for a beard.

Scratch them kids.