David Heavenor: Music

Dedicated to the legion of self - help authors. An old friend used to come up to me on a regular basis excitedly with the latest panacea for self realisation clutched in his hands ...

THE HOLY BOOK



The first time I saw you I was so impressed
Your eloquence surprised me I must confess
Your words were like jewels but it's a terrible shame
You were caught between the covers of your favourite pen name


The next time I saw you, you seemed to have changed
Your words were so hopeless and your meanings were strange
You wanted to talk but had nothing to say
For that jury of critics watch when you act in this way.

So ring out the bells
Flush out the bars
Shake all the sweeties from the coloured jars
Tell the kids to take a day off school
For I’ve found a book that’s much holier than yours


The next time I saw you, you were standing apart
Bored by your audience for you knew them by heart
Eyes on a stroll, elusive as dreams
You were stalking yourself on the silver silk screen


The last time I saw you, you were walking in black
You'd slipped into darkness and not turned your back
You saw an abyss and started to scream
And there was no one to help you for this wasn't a dream

So ring out the bells
Flush out the bars
Shake all the sweeties from the coloured jars
I've found a box for your book to fit
And as God is my witness
My name is not written on it.