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  Feb 2016 Sirenes
Gaffer
British people hate foreigners.
It’s nothing personal.
They’re just not British.
Brits go abroad to try the local cuisine, and get a heat.
This will last one day.
The second day they’ll put tomato sauce on everything that moves.
This includes the food they bring with them.
Brits abroad will search out the British pub.
This is called the Irish bar.
Brits will lie in the sun for twelve hours.
Suffering first degree burns.
Convinced the next day they’ll be golden brown.
Brits abroad are easily recognisable.
By the Manchester United strips they wear.
Though they don't actually live in Manchester.
Brits abroad dislike other Brits who live in the next town to them.
Brits abroad will give strangers their last penny, or kick the crap out of them.
Brits abroad will tell anybody listening.
Britain gave the world everything.
From the Steam engine, to the Beatles.
Plus winning two world wars.
Foreigners will shake their heads  in total disbelief and agreement.
Then think to themselves.
How the hell did they do it.
Dedicated to Lily and Vicki and the other nice foreigners on Hp who make poetry fun.
Sirenes Feb 2016
I woke up to the sound
Of a slow guitar
I woke up to a hint in the air
Even now you haunt my dreams
I wish you would just
Leave me alone

I've known souls to travel before
And I've known souls to subdivide
But then why would yours
Hang around me?
Maybe it's a lie
Maybe it's true

Maybe there's too much
Resistance
Where there should only be
Desire
Maybe I've missed something
Maybe I've made mistakes

Anything I can think of
I can back up
But does it matter
If you sleep by my side
Every night
Without being here at all?

Maybe you made a mistake
I know that to be true
But then does it matter
If my heart takes a leap
At the thought of you
"Maybe" is the thing you would've said when you know you did something wrong but don't want to own up to it.
Sirenes Feb 2016
Silently he watched the wind, blow
The smoke against the lifeless figures, laughing
At the release of life, praying
As the dust changed the landscape, time
Scattered the bones, but
The soul screamed indignity, venging
As time buried him deeper, the
Devil watched, dispatching angels, portents of death
Screamed the land awake, turning
The dark blood red, tearing
At flesh screaming into the night.
The pain was as deep as the loss
The loss eternal
The people ran
They ran for their lives
Roofs on fire
From a distance,
Looking much like
Large camp fires
Slowly merging in to each other
The people screamed
Had it not been for the vanity
Of the deranged king
The restless village
Would be but that:
Restless
As the deranged king
Reigned with an iron fist


Lily Nurmi & Paul Gaffney Production
  Feb 2016 Sirenes
Gaffer
So, can you afford this place by yourself.
Yeah, I did the maths.                                                          
­Okay I’ll take the washing machine, you take the couches.  
You kidding, the washing machine was a present, you take the couches.
I know how to work the washing machine.
Well, I know how to work the coffee machine, but I don’t make a song and dance about it.
Was that why you phoned the plumber when it ran out of water.
I didn’t phone him for that, I was getting a quote for something plummery I was thinking of doing.
Plummery, is that computer speak. Which reminds me, laptop, I’ll be taking that.
You’ll have to wait till I put it back together.
What do you mean put it back together, it’s new.
  I know it’s new, now it’s super new, with 12 g installed.
12 g hasn’t been invented yet.
It has now, with my new revolutionary thought processor and rewind imagery camera.
Have you finally gone nuts, you see what I’ve had to put up with the last five years.
Well I can’t tell you what you’ve put up with the last five years, but I can for the last six months.
Okay, you’re beginning to worry me now, what have you done.
I installed a chip in you. Pick a date out in the last six months and I’ll show you what you were doing.
You’re mad, okay December the 11th.
Right, just put that date in, okay let’s view.  You’re having a coffee morning with your sisters
and wait, you’re slagging me off as usual, tut tut.
My god, this is madness, you’ve finally lost it.
Oh you haven’t seen anything yet, lets check out Dec 13th. Oh look, it’s you and the plumber in which seems to be a posh hotel.
So it is, do I look hot or what.
That wasn’t my first thought I must admit, maybe you could explain yourself.
Isn’t it obvious, I mean, you installed the ****** chip, what part don’t you understand.
I don’t understand why you’re with my plumber on the date he promised to install my new revolutionary coffee maker.

Lily Nurmi & Paul Gaffney.
Sirenes Feb 2016
An inbetween job
That's all it was
I forgot I was accomplished
Cleaning up your crap
I learned that it takes
Physical endurance
Flawless efficiancy
And fierce organisation
And above everything else
Healthy intelligence
To do what these girls do everyday
Supervising the girls
I learned compassion
A few months ago it was me
And guess what?
I learned humility.
It was beautiful
I learned that whatever pit
I get stuck in
I always grow out of it
I've never let hierarchy limit me
Never looking down on
My people on the floor again
But elevate them above everything else
Because it is on their backs
That the economy grows
I made no mistake
I took the job
And turned it all in my advantage
This will look great on my cv
Because that's how
I will see it.
I'm gonna smack the next person who disrespects the cleaning lady
Sirenes Feb 2016
Message received
I mean so totally received
Not sure where it all went wrong
But maybe it wasn't right
To begin with
You've made yourself clear
I'll stop wondering around now
And focus on the things
That really matter
I totally get it now
Can't wait for my new job
Won't need to watch my step any longer
I'm kind of happy about it
Moving out soon
And I really got it all figured out
Everything except my inexplicable
Interest in you
Time heals and I'm done
New challenge, new life, new city.
***** you guys, I'm leaving, I'm so leaving.
  Feb 2016 Sirenes
Gaffer
The Jesus girl with the long blond hair
Wants to show you love
Show she cares
Got God on her side
Sees rainbows in the air

The Soldier boy
Broken and gone
Feels only pain
As he looks upon
His only way

The Jesus girl with the long blond hair
Is on a mission
Lives to save
God's number one
The prodigal son

The Soldier boy
Remembers the day
His life changed
In every way
He earned his pay

The Jesus girl with the long blond hair
Is on the road
With love to share
Comes across her destined soul
Her little lost foal

The Soldier boy
Fires in haste
Fear in his eyes
He hears the cries
They wouldn’t die


The Jesus girl with the long blond hair
Holds out her hands
To show she cares
Touches his face
Tries to explain

The Soldier boy
Tortured in mind
Flashbacks
That make him blind
Just wants to die

The Jesus girl with the long blond hair
Takes his tears
Takes his fears
Gives him love
Sets him free

The Soldier boy
Sees the light
Forgives himself
His earthly plight
Thoughts of death already ceased
The Soldier boy
Now at peace.
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