In No Strange Land For My Grandfather Had Pocket Knifed

The Barrels off the train lay stations of steam on the sounding grounds,

the express to passenger on that gravel of pound a partition of only a window for the dust,

to scramble through the safety of such comfort from the rain while the outsider is soaked by the strong,

The left of that branch to the song formal wrongs,

teaching that life is the death of the lives that go write to tackle the Kong, 

yet alas the story of the monkey on the whale A Beach with the dock for the Peer in a mud.

Swiping the Newspaper towel on the Porch of the photographed,

that perch of the set dampers

the snapping camera by the media vice,

scout upon scout in the treasure hunt Truth packing the vision of San Francisco by boot!!

Maps to the chapel to Fortune Cookie faxed,

the japanese tea garden to the shoppe on the mints,

licorice by tidal Ships in the bay,

don't forget the Captain of the Tugboat I played!!!

Screaming forms the memory of lance on dagged,

ramming in the posture for the waltz of going on,

dance the vibrant place to Tack a horse fork at the T,

trail stars to whom is chore the stolen fracture pile.

The invisible to the arithmetic it all sounds so correct,

yet public fetch is only on the famous or the pong,

should a single stand to establish hand that halts those suicides,

than the world course is to stop the port for murder sells more magazines!!

A doubled up fear with an addition of horror the fright with understanding,

as long as the News does lie and the straight has missed the personal,

but on that day of the knock whence the ring is yours,

don't spark that Wrath for all is fact that even is the deal.

Constant court to future deck the lies the media of forsake,

hath the scope to script the test than excuse the purchase as a tact,

for the while in between as persons die of ribbing stings,

bugs will crawl the enter Nets that cast of 22nd flights!!

Rouse the circle form the Tree in the ribbons on the deed More and More the lying leaks it's death over go get,

bury burn the torn are free chase them with the leash at sheep,

lariat to strangle breath for as the cork is RECK!!

James Blunt