The 1995-2007 Compilations Poems, Anti-Poems, Words and Lyrics by P.E.F on LONDON
1997	London Here I come (T-Bay song) Zone one two three one two three, one two three Lo-ondon here I come Lo-ondon, here I come Victoria station bus 73, here I come Lo-ondon, here I come Heathrow airport, City Airport Docklands Light Railway Here I come, here I come Euston Square, Duncan Terrace, South East Railway, Buckingham Palace traffic wardens, Kew Gardens Lo-ondon, here I come Zone one and two, one for me one for you borough Borough, Seven Sisters, Blackfriars, mini cab, black cadillac nice legs on a bike, Turnpike, Angel, Austin Mini, Paris c'est fini... Lo-ondon, here I come, here I come Lo-ondon, here I come, here I come. Walking nowhere.......running somewhere, Leicester Square, running in circles Piccadilly Circus, Covent Garden Here I come, here I come Lo-ondon here I come Finsbury Park, West Hampstead, Camden, West Croydon, Holborn, Misery line, Metropolitan, Hammersmith, Chiswick Waterloo Station, Battersea Power Station Here I come Lo-ondon Lo-ondon, here I come Lo-ondon, here I come here I come Lo-ondon here I come, here I come
1997	English. (London Conversations 1996 part II) You are not English, are you? -No, I am not. You are Scottish!!!? No, you do not look like Scottish... -I am from Flanders, but I live in London since 1994. Flanders...? Where is that? -Belgium.... Ah, Belgium, Brussels... -No Ghent, the heart on Flanders, that is where I lived before, before I went to London. Flanders,...you are Flemish,... aren’t you,...you speak French? -No, I speak Flemish. What is it then, German? -No, it is close to Dutch. Dutch! You speak Dutch...! -No Flemish. It is like English and American, in that case, we are the English. Hmmm. So you don’t have your own language? -We have three national languages; Flemish (Dutch), French, German. So you’re...Flemmish...and the Flemish come from the Dutch people...? -No, that’s a different story, in fact we are Celtic. Celtic...? ...Your English is quite good.
2000	LONDON A.D. This is the big city; nowhere land of everything a bit Tower of Babel of emotions, slow motion quit Philosophies in the middle, churches on the right Traffic signs on the left. Humanists, opportunists in front of traffic lights This is the city, a stone fight! Labyrinth of walks of life where at times I am afraid To take my chances perhaps because It is never that clear where they lay, crowded and busy Still I am happy for the next day. No better choice about (I keep telling myself) So, I am and stay Londoner, troubled but fuzzy. I do not need to be born in Britain to feel like that, feel that British society feeling,... Working on it together. Experienced, in chains and in poverty. This city keeps my mind busy And is always suprising as it is confronting, disjointing So even when I walk, I am on the run, running circles, miles per hour And explore new corners, caged in a flatshare and haunted... Telling myself I am getting somewhere one day If not now, if not today, the next day, very next day Brilliant day, hope it comes soon. Time is on my side, an old rat/a newcomer Streets are empty here, people hide behind their telly Only Leicester Square makes people go round and round, miles an hour... Thinking they experience it all, all they got are nomading crowds.... We all were one of them processioners once... Financial heart and free market, decency a fake target, obeyers rule From defender of all faiths to no entry if you do not suit our thought. U-turn. No rebels no heroes, not anymore. No middle of the road relationships One religion or the other. Choices, downtrodden. Beggars. Change. Innovating and rotten, listening and stubborn. Relaxed but busy, honest but lousy. Arty but sponsored. No flashy King Streets... nothing new on the stage, nor on the dancefloor, another row. Commerce rules the world multicoloured world attitude When you enjoyed it, you have to call back the very next day, saying you did. If you don’t then you are rude. Rules world mix of rules, cannot know everything. Will make mistakes, cannoit know everything about this world. Learn on daily basis. Stubborn Europeans say 1,6 km a mile. Personality, history,European English, the English say... Mainland Britain, Mainland Europe, Europe we say... Wise, meeting the marvelous holding the line. Conservative, the latest gadgets in the office U.S, Tokyo, India, China, Taiwan, West Indies, Ghana, Nigeria Chorea, Canadia, Italy, Germany, Holland, Belgium,... Studying, Short break, Holiday, London? Not for my life... Tea, coffee; life is short, and I have one, and the night is cut in halves P.M,....The last pint for U.K. hurry hurray. Tube rush, tube rash...Dancing and drinking half the night away, where everybody want to be my wife!!! House parties, neighbours informed. Now in this pub I experience diversity, but all foreigners still look the same to me... I am not aware yet of their differences, Irish, Aussie,... (don’t even know what the word means) For a night, not for aday, for a split second or if I am lucky for much more I haven’t been that prosperous so far. Plenty, plenty, plenty of celibatare youngsters in London A.D.
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The 1995-2007 Compilations Poems, Anti-Poems, Words and Lyrics by P.E.F on LYRICS
1997	Man by the river There’s a man by the river Making a bridge. There’s a man by the river making a bridge Spirit, River, Thought, Construction There’s a man by the river, making a bridge There’s a man by the river River Man Bridge Some Scienctific research Does say Ants do as well There’s a man by the river, making a bridge There’s a man by the river Making a bridge, Making a bridge A man by the river Making a bridge Man by the river Making a bridge.
1997	Everybody puts everybody down (everybody lifts everbody up) Everybody puts each other down. Everybody lifts each other up. I don’t know anymore, I’m over the top. Who are my friends and which are not, I can’t see the difference. Should I listen to the others, should I listen to myself ? Does everybody put everybody down, Is there any help ? Am I able to conclude on my own ? Is it better to stop ? Who is right and who is not ? I don’t know anymore, I’m over the top, I am clear, am I winning? Have I won? I am over the top, did I lose anything? Is the solution near ? I cannot find it. Can I go on? Everybody puts each other down. Everybody lifts each other up. Everybody puts each other down. Everybody lifts each other up. I don’t know anymore, I’m over the top. Who are my friends and which are not, I can’t see the difference ? Should I listen to the others, should I listen to myself ? Does everybody put everybody down Is there any help. Am I able to conclude on my own ? Is it better to stop ? Who is right and wrong Can I go on? Everybody puts each other down. Everybody lifts each other up. Everybody puts each other down. Everybody lifts each other up.
1997	With you there is no hesitation With you there is no hesitation, With you it is straight ahead. With you there is no hesitation, Straight forward and no way back. With you there is no hesitation With you I got what I want. With you I got what I need. With you there is no hesitation Straight forward and no way back. When I am with you, I like you more and more And I know what I am talking about With you things are for real With you I know what I feel With you I can be who I am With you there is no hesitation Straight forward and no way back. You are my sunshine A dream in Summer I am your runner On a golden heated shore Running to places Never been before To end tired in your arms With you there is no hesitation With you it is straight ahead. With you there is no hesitation Straight forward and no way back.
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The 1995-2007 Compilations PERSONAL Poems and Lyrics by P.E.F
1996	a Lot without words When no more energy is left and I do no longer know what to do I go to the place where the land turns into sand becomes the sea sitting on the dunes I watch the play my eyes hypnotised by the rhythm, flood, ebb-tide night, day, life, dead knowing, mystery waves anyway look like endless eternal, endless ? eternal, endless ? eternal,...,endless... ? mesmerising, teasing my eyes, the sea is the mother and the other side. We know how rivers flow, but why does the sea move away? And why moves the sea towards us, because of... the moon ! scientists may say... it doesn’t answer all my questions about life... The sea whatever, a mysterious machine, to me there is only one sea and though the sea does not talk, doesn’t bother, doesn’t ask, does not lie, does not hurt, the sea tells a lot without even a word...
2006	Left-dead I hear you Moan Didn’t I hear you moan ? Didn’t I ? Oh, how bad... Oh, such shame... You would curse God’s name ? That this mouse is on The left-handside And not the right-hand (side) Like it is supposed to be ??? I hear you Moan... Didn’t I hear you moan ? Didn’t I ? Oh, how bad!!! Oh, such shame! You would use God’s name ? That this mouse is on The left-handside And not the right-hand (side) Just because of me.
1997	High on Reality I neeed no drugs, need no beer, Need no pills round here I am high, high, high, high on reality High, high, high on reality I know life is not A pleasure cruise But what is the use I know I can make it High, high, high, high on reality I am high, high, high, high on reality High, high, high on reality When we see clear The soloution is near We need a lot of clear thought That way we won’t get caught High, high, high, high High on reality High, high, high, high on reality. High on reality. I know life is not A pleasure cruise But what is the use I know I can make it High, high, high, high on reality I am high, high, high, high on reality High, high, high on reality
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The 1995-2007 Compilations SOCIETAL Poems, Anti-Poems, Words and Lyrics by P.E.F
2007	Saints and Global Heating Polar bears on green land. Water runs down hills over land Where once trees drank. In the oceans Sea fish thrive and others extinct Their food supply slunk Sea birds above starve their food too hard to find and birds of prey pray. Sea reptiles die on land Their food taken by thriving sea species Here in ‘educated’ Europe People are forgetting what Winter is for, imagining themselves unaware of the whole story Producing a smile adopting sub-tropical manners another Cappuchino Or a glas of wine Al Fresco And a Saint Martin’s Summers.
1997	The (de)barricaded doorways to our heart Everybod, is playing games, Everybody, fears to get caught, Everybody, Everybody, Everybody Is just taking care of themselves At least the ones I met Ah,... They do a lot, perhaps I do as well at times... So many are afraid to show who they really are, So many, So many,... Will you be different my love,...or Will you bring my golden castles to the ground Am I getting naive again? Am I getting crazy again? What is it that makes me still believe There is someone different there about That there is must be something real to find Am I getting naive again, Am I getting crazy again? I like to write about trees and leaves and stars Those thing at least I am sure of what they are But this timi you changed my words Now I feel so closer to you Even when you are far Now I started the evaluation Am I getting naive again Am I getting crazy again? I this the sin of my youth? Who’s the closest to the truth? Am I getting naive again, I am getting crazy again? Everybody, is playing games Nobody wants to get caught Everybody Everybody The truth is always too far ahead And Impossible to catch What is it then that makes me still believe That there is something real to find? Will you be different my love,...or Will you turn my fragile harmonies out of sound? Everybody is playng games Everybody’s afraid to get caught, Ah,... Am I getting naive again? Am I getting crazy again
1997	Will you still love me now you know I’m unemployed ? Will you still love me now you know I ‘m unemployed Will you still love me or am I getting paranoid will you still love me And will you feel annoyed now you know that I am unemployed ? I have no job, but I don’t feel like giving up I have a body, hands and a mind, and I have the right to love even when life’s unkind will you still love me now... around you smiling I never let show how I suffer, hiding not to let you know how I really feel no matter how strong my will what do I have to live my life is going downhill what do I have to give will you... when I was young I believed in welfare but what do I have to share now And the ones who got a job tell the others that employment doesn’t stop I tell to myself that I got a chance but I feel more like a yo-yo the funny tunes on the radio they do not impress me at all another phonecall society soon puts me in a role when will you will you...
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The 1995-2007 Compilations Poems, Anti-Poems and Lyrics by P.E.F on RELATIONS
1996	Promises to the heart What kind of promises have been told to the heart? What was before, between, which light was seen and what makes it now the difference of losing the game or taking a big chance man’s doubt fading when somehow a final decision made when the woman does the same to go for that ultimate desire that has a name but that doesn’t sound the same. To end up infected to lose themselves in love the knowledge to win the time of their lives and get burnt in the fire to find strength increasing and wild in a woman, a man and,... maybe a child.
1997	Love experts Here I am honey Am I in time? Here I am honey Life is nice, life is fine No surprise if it wasn’t even mine Probably the next in line When Experts of love, Come dragging in When experts, experts of love Draw the line When the experts of love Draw the line Will you judge me Not understand me Straight after the first shot Not on what I can be, could be But on what I have got? Love to you is merchandising Love to you is war Aint it that much surprising I know already how you are? What you are? An expert of love A love expert Men are nice, men are awful There is nothing inbetween Men are friend, men are too close Men are always something But most of it imperfect It is never well enough, is it? For An expert of love Expert of love Here I am honey Ready to spend so time Here I am honey The next in line Doing my best like all the rest Looking for a cosy place But being judged Discouraged On my knees For you expertise... You the Expert of love, expert of love...
1997	Us or me It is a given up idea Yes, it is maybe... It’s a lonely space It’s a broken romance A forgotten chance It’s over... It’s over, not over yet And whatever we say It does remind us Of better days It’s over; not over yet No doubt, Is there any Burnt out Like so This is the end It is over, gone and done This is the end. Yes it is... Or... will we fall in love agian? It is a given up idea It is a given up notion A lost project It is a perhaps It is a lonely place It is a broken up romance It is a rotten chance We know whatever we do It will remind us of us two Things we did, Things we didnot do It is over, gone really gone This is the end. Yes, this finally is... Or,... will we fall in love again...?
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The 1995-2007 Compilations Not phraseless but EXPERIMENTAL Poetry by P.E.F
1996	Tape 2 Biscuit tape 153 icarus 154 155 need to put some clothes off 156 need a chair on the right place 157 blow my nose first 158 we need a beat for this 159 160 161 162 163 we need a little needle for the sound 169 a ICARUS {1995version} 173 I am I carus 177 I am a gnattt, I am a fly, I am Icarussss 183 persussion 185 I am icarus I am a percussionist 187 I am a seagull, I am flying towards the light! 192 I am agnatt, I am a fly, I am curus 197 I am a percussionist, I’m flying towards the light 200 I am flying towards the artificial light! 201 I am a percussionist 202 Flying towards the bulb 203 I am I curus I AM A PERCUSSIONIST i AM iCRU... {dead} spoken in on tape, 25/8/1995, part of the play tHE BEES.
1997	The Editor igh am recording the picture the editor it is me igh am recording the picture everything igh see igh am recording the picture it is me the trees the birds everything igh see igh am recording the picture it is me igh am not a monkey on a tree igh am a Homo Sapiens and igh am recording it igh am the editor igh might as well do it secretly but don’t tell anybodee igh am the editor igh edit you, you edit me igh am not a camera igh am a mike one and all mike igh am the editor and igh keep quiet so igh do not record me
2006	I M O K R U O K I M O K (I can write PoeAT3) (your brain neats programming) IGH NO IGH NO IGH NO IGH NO WAT LOV= C PAGE 1270 SEE PAGE 187 bis I M O K There is nothing Rong There is somting Rong With your Brain I AM OK I CAN RITE POE AT 3 There is lot wrong WIFT U YOUR BRAIN neats Programming There NOT IN RONG WIFT ME I CAN RIGHT POE AT 3
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The 1995-2007 Compilations Poetry and Anti-poetry by P.E.F on THINGS
2002	Love bites Membership of this, Membership of that, the heck I am into Nature, and Nature is into me. But everytime I am with Nature, Nature bites me. Written after being stung.
1996	THE GIRL WAS A NATURAL BEAUTY BUT SHE MADE SOUP OUT OF POWDER We need a packet of soup out of powder, a mug and hot water. The girl stood up, hhhhh, went to the washing table, put water into the water cooker. The girl was very clever,... She opened the packet of soup out of powder, put the soup into the mug, Today she was making cream of vegetables, tick, tick, tick, cream of vegetables The girl threw the waste in the empty box Switched on the water cooker and waited, she sat down on a creaking chair, that day the chair Did not want to creak for a couple of minutes, She crossed her leg-, as she was thinking of the future She was not making soup for herself, actually, she did not like soup herself, She was making soup for her boyfriend, Who was seated in the other room... in the easy chair He was reading the newspaper, the girl was reading nothing. The girl sighted as she liked to sigh from time to time. Hhh Her boyfriend in the other room turned the page of the newspaper, she did not know. The girl was clever, she crossed her legs again. Then she stood up and took the soup. The girl was a natural beauty, but she made soup out of powder Then she took a spoon, and stirred the soup, then she waited for about half a minute Because her boyfriend did not like soup out of powder that hot. She went up to her boyfriend seated in the easy chair like sitting on a throne, like a prince And offered the soup out of powder, (he looked like a prince on a throne) They were very happy together, the other day she would make soup out of powder with mushroom taste The girl was a natural beauty but she made soup out of powder, soup out of powder, soup out of powder, soup out of powder. The girl was a natural beauty but she made soup out of powder, but she made soup out of powder, but she made soup out of powder, the girl was a natural beauty but she made soup out of powder the girl was a natural beauty but she made soup out of powder soup out of powder soup out of powder {tack tack tack rattle} {klingel} {citysounds} I know what I am talking about The girl was a natural beauty but she made soup out of powder The girl was a natural beauty but she made soup out of powder To make soup out of powder We need soup out of powder We need a muggg, a mug A tidy mug the girl was a natural beauty but she made soup out of powder
1997	I can watch teevee tonight I can watch teevee tonight I have a lighthouse so bright I can watch teevee tonight And sit around the campfire untied I can lazy out and relax Without a move Like a figure of wax I can watch teevee tonight I can adjust the colours And I can adjust the sound Change channels, so bright I can watch teevee tonight I can watch a movie I have seen before Indulge on beer and crisps And the rest of the candy store I can watch teevee tonight I can watch teevee tonight I have a lighthouse so bright I can watch teevee tonight And sit around the campfire untied...
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The 1995-2007 Compilations PHRASELESS Phraseless Poetry by P.E.F
2006	People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People People FOOD People People People
2007	Wine Pearls Pearls Pearls Pearls Pearls Pearls wine.
2002	May/May not May May May May May May May May May May May May May May May May May May May May May May May May May May May May May May May May not Written the first of June 2000.
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The 1995-2007 Compilations The play “tHE BEES” POETRY
1997	Poetry 203 hungry tape (soundtrack) Poetry Poetry poetry! Po-etry Poetry, poetry ? poetry...? poetryyy poetryy oh poetry oh yes poetry oh I have some nice poems in my book, do you want to read my poems ? shall I write a nice poem for you ? I am a poet !? Poet? You are a poet !? What’s the use in being a poet? I am very poetic. I am a good human being, I am sweet and soft, and I make poetry Poetry, of the flowers and the bees, the bees ah there is a bee there ah no. 224 poetry (eating microphone) CRAZY
1996	Touch me Touch me, touch me, I touch you, touch me. Touch me like lovers do Touch me, I touch you... Waves, I feel waves... Touch me, touch me. I touch you, touch me. Touch me like lovers do. Touch me, I touch you Hands... reach out those hands, I feel waves... Waves, I feel waves. Touch me. Touch me. I’ll touch you touch me, touch me...
1999	Lazy lanes (my little cosy nest) Afraid to lose comfort In my cosy little nest Afraid to lose comfort I forget about the rest Afraid to lose comfort In my cosy little nest Slowly but surely My life becomes a mess My life is getting meek In easy chair conversations I am getting weak And blaming generations In my cosy little nest Day by day I forget Putting myself to the test Though I know yet I do not contest Slowly dying Slowly dying On my cosy little nest My cosy little nest Afraid of losing comfort Afraid of being hurt Afraid the change direction And to end up ninety third, First I’m digging a hole Then I write my manifesto Me oh me suffering alone In my cosy little nesto Afraid to lose comfort I do no longer Give things a try Instead of killing hunger I start asking why My feelings are freezing In my cosy little nest So don’t take away please My cosy little nest Afraid to lose control Or worse to lose All I had so far I would rather choose Peace instead of war But all I end up with Is muscles stiff Dizzily brains And a belly too fat Falling asleep In Lazy Lanes My cosy little nest.
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