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I'm not crazy yet   mp3 sample   
This song needs no explanation, just listen



The flowers of England   mp3 sample	
This song is about my favourite flowers and includes 
snippets of folk lore about the primrose, daffodil, poppy and bluebell.
It is unashamedly English, and why not. This is a song that is just made
for folk clubs and has a strong chorus. Enjoy!
The mp3 sample contains the full song but is not the same as the track on the album The Sound Of Life in which it features.



Lyrics 

Chorus	Of all the flowers of England my favourites I will tell
               The primrose and the daffodil the poppy and bluebell
               In countryside or city park wherever you may dwell
		        The primrose and the daffodil the poppy and bluebell

Now the primrose has a colour between buttermilk and gold
And she brightens up our wayside when spring days are wet and cold
By the railway line and woodland path in clusters she will lie
To delight the weary traveller she’ll try to catch your eye
For the primrose is the symbol of young love and all its joy
A reminder of sweet courting days of every girl and boy
							Chorus	
And the daffodil’s a noble flower with tall and slender stem
As she waves her golden trumpet every new year to proclaim
By the lakeside and on village green wherever  you may go
And with newborn lambs to watch her dance she’ll put on a fine show
Though the daffodil’s the emblem of St David and for Wales
She’s in every English garden and all England loves her well
							Chorus	
And the bluebell finds a secret place in shady wood she lies
For her flowers are of purest blue like fallen angels eyes
And on every stem not one but many fragile blooms display
As she spreads a deep blue carpet that will take your breath away
She’s the flower of eternal sleep, fertility as well 
And in olden times they feared her for her powerful magic spells
							Chorus	
Now the poppy is a strange flower for she may not come each year
Only when her seed has been disturbed from sleep she troubles to appear
Then in fallow field or hedgerow she will come to life in June
She will dazzle all who see her with her tall stem and fine bloom
For the poppy wears her flower with pride with black heart set in red
As a symbol of remembrance for heroes lost and dead
							Chorus	

Chris Flegg 2007

Another Child In Africa
I wrote "Another Child In Africa" in November 2005 after listening to Radio Four's
"thought for the day" programme on 26th October in which Rhidian Brook made the
point that we are all concerned about a relatively small number of casualties from 
bird flu when at the same time it rarely makes the news that a child in Africa dies every minute.
Lyrics mp3 sample
Today I went to work again as usual
And moaned about the weather and the trains
I've had my multivitamins and muesli
And I'm groaning with the usual aches and pains
But as I pass a newsstand something holds me
On the front page an emaciated child
An African disaster is unfolding
And my troubles now seem trivial and mild
  
Chorus
	And another child in Africa will die this very minute
	In the time it takes to sing this line a life will slip away
	Though we say we care and spare our change there's no salvation in it
	Tomorrow will be much the same, another dying day


Time passes and my routine gets me through it
I'm busy and the hours just slip away
You cannot think of sad things every minute
Or you'd go completely crazy in a day
And anyway my own world is a rat race
It's dog eat dog in business and in life
But as I leave the office there's that child's face
And a guilty feeling cuts me like a knife


Chorus


But what can one man do against the system
We elect our politicians for this task
We pay our tax and know that some is given
But where does it all go I have to ask
It's nice to think that we can help by giving
Donating make you feel good for a while
But after years of giving nothing's changing
So is that feeling all our money buys?


Chorus


I don't have any answers to their problem
In fact I feel as helpless as the rest
To stand up and be counted and to help them
Would take a courage that I don't posses
And so I turn a blind eye to this madness
And concentrate on things much nearer home
But sometimes there's an overwhelming sadness
That burns my eyes and cuts me to the bone


Chorus


Chris Flegg 2005
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Things just might not get better
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You tell me that you’re feeling blue, your bad luck’s got you down
Well here’s a special thought for you to make you smile not frown
You’re worried that you never seem to have a lucky day
I’ve had the same experience so trust me when I say

Chorus  Oh things just might not get better, in fact they could get worse
	       Your luck could stay this bad until they chuck you in the hearse
	       It’s no use getting frantic, no need to bear a grudge
	       Just smile and say it’s here to stay, my losing streak won’t budge

When your diet’s going badly and obesity sets in
You’ve got more chance of growing wings than growing sleek and slim
There’s junk food and confectionary waiting for your jaws
Just wear a tent and move home to a house with bigger doors
Chorus
When that speeding camera snaps you doing 80 miles per hour
You know they’ve got your number and they have you in their power
It’s pointless to resist it, don’t bother to complain
Just ask for an enlargement so your photo can be framed
Chorus
When you wake up in a police cell and your head is slightly sore
And you know you must be drunk because you’re climbing up the floor
Don’t loose your self composure though your guilt is plainly clear
Just tell the magistrate you have an allergy to beer
Chorus
When you come back home from holiday and find you’ve had a leak
You phone your plumber and he says “I’ll be straight round, next week”
Your furniture is ruined and you’ve got a soggy bed
Just close the doors and windows make a swimming pool instead
Chorus
When you  find the lodger in your bed cavorting with your misses
Just sneak out to the garden shed and leave them to their kisses
Then rush in unexpectedly and never mind their tears
Give the lodger a vasectomy with rusty garden shears
Chorus

 all rights reserved										Chris Flegg 2005



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