Name: Benjamin Clementine
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Here we go again

Up the ball goes

Till gravity intervene

Do the best you can

But nothing's guaranteed

We lean, We learn, We earn, We turn, We burn

Then start again

Cause we're delighted

I can't count with my scissors like fingers

The amount of times I have been here

But I am sure we will get to the bottom of it some day

With all due with respect

To those I've caused so much pain

If I were given a second chance

I'd probably do it all again

Up the ball goes

Till gravity intervene

Do the best you can

But nothing's guaranteed

We lean, We learn, We earn, We turn, We burn

Then start again

Cause we're delighted

We go again

Cause we're delighted

The consequences are yours

The frequencies are yours

The possibilities are yours

Cause the vision is yours

We lean, We learn, We earn, We turn, We burn

Then start again

Cause we're delighted

We start again

Cause we're delighted

Trapped In Free

Forever stuck with me

On a ride

Settling tides

Trapped in free

Whatever you do

Whichever way you choose

We are trapped in free

These are the days of our lives

No matter where we go

We're trapped in free

Crush my world

Sell it for $9.99

Cast a spell

In the place

We once dwelt

Whatever you do

Whichever way you choose

We are trapped in free

Whatever you do

Whichever way you choose

We are trapped in free

Holding hands they held their heads

Today might be their first day of love

Holding hands they held eerier heads

Today might be their first day of love

Everyone was sleeping

Clouds and stars were weeping

Silence slowly creeps in

Places with dear meaning

Have a good weakend

Hmmm

Have a good weakend

Hmmm

Lending words to mend their hearts

Today might be their first day of love

Lending words to mend their hearts

Today might be their first day of love

When the job is done

And everyone is boozing

Better trade your gun

Cuz love laborers loosing

Have a good weakend

Amen

Have a good weekend

Amen

Oh it's the lonely paths

That paves the only crafts

Giving us thrills to survive

Bringing means to our lives

Oh oh

Guess who's howling home

Oh oh

Guess who's howling home

This windy road

Won't crash my hopes

This mighty road

Won't stop my soul

Oh it's the patchy past

That craves what better last

Pushing us through the hard test

Free and forming - finding our best

Oh oh

Guess who's howling home

Oh oh

Guess who's howling home

This windy road

Won't crash my hopes

This mighty road

Won't stop my soul

Oh oh

Guess who's howling home

Oh oh

Guess who's howling home

This windy road

Won't crash my hopes

This mighty road

Won't stop my soul

Adios
Adios
Adios to your afternoon
Tonight I will be forever
Following the colosseum moon
Into a certain room

Adios
Adios
I am sorry for quickly jumping into the train
I waited but no one came
You’re just a little bit too late

The decision is mine
The decision is mine
So let the lesson be mine
Let the lesson be mine
The decision is mine
The decision is mine
Cause the vision is mine
The vision is mine

Adios
Yes, goodbye, adios
Adios to the little child in me
Who kept on blaming everyone else
Instead facing his own defeat in Edmonton
After all, why should I regret
If it wasn’t for the mistakes we made yesterday?
Where would we be by now?

The decision is mine
The decision is mine
So let the lesson be mine
Let the lesson be mine
The decision was hard
The decision was hard
Cause the vision is mine
The vision is mine

Lest the trees cease breathing
Lest all the bees cease breeding
And all the salts in the dead sea ferment to honey

Until then, I will be forever
Chasing it all till the very end

The decision is mine
So let the lesson be mine
Cause the vision is mine
The decision is mine
So let the lesson be mine
Cause the vision is mine

I swear, you’ve seen me
You’ve seen me here before
And so don’t tell it, don’t tell it otherwise

This voice, this particular voice
Yes, you’ve heard it before, before
And so don’t you dare tell it,
Don’t you dare tell it otherwise

No wonder, why the road seems so long
Cause I had done it all before
And I won
You felt this feeling, tell me don’t be ashamed
You felt it before, before
And so don’t tell me
Don’t tell me otherwise

I almost forgot, foolish me, I almost forgot
Where I am from we see the rain
Before the rain even starts to rain

No wonder why you’ve been buggering me
This walk is a previous journey

And I won
Before I was born there was a storm
Before that storm there was fire
Burning everywhere,
And everything became nothing again
And then out of nothing
Out of absolutely nothing, I, Benjamin, I was born
So that when I become someone one day
I will always remember that I came from nothing

No wonder, why you’ve been buggering me
This walk, it’s a previous journey

And no wonder why the road seems so long
Cause I had done it all before

And I won

I’m sending my condolence
I’m sending my condolence to fear
I’m sending my condolence
I’m sending my condolence to insecurities
You should know by now
You should know by now
That I just don’t care
For what you might say
Might bring someone downhill
I’m sending my condolence
To fear
I’m sending my condolence
To insecurities

I’m alone in a box of stone
When all is said and done
As the wind blows to the East from the West
Unto this bed my tears have their solemn rest

I am lonely, alone in a box of stone
They claimed to love me, but they’re all wrong
For I have been lonely, alone in a box of my own
And this is the place I will say I’ve only belonged
It’s my home

It wasn’t easy getting used to this ; I used to scream
It’s not true that it’s only when a door is locked
That nobody enters
Cause mine had been opened till your own demise
But none had come, well who am I?
What have I done?

I have been lonely, alone in a box of my own
They claim to be near me but they’re all lying
For I have been lonely, alone in a box of stone
And this is place I now belong

Home home home home home

Friends I have met, lovers have slept and wept
Promises to stay had never been kept
This bare truth of which most won’t share,
I hope you share

Cause I’ve been lonely, alone in a box of my own
They claimed to love me
And be near me, but they’re all lying
I have been lonely, alone in a box of stone
And this is the place I now belong

It’s my home.

I remember walking down the A406
Holding bags of mother sent cornflakes
Guessing somebody might have noticed
A little boy big head small ears
Whilst making a ballad through a Sunday mist
Sure we’ve all been there, done it
Prepare a little time to reminisce
On all that eventually falls into nothingness

Oh, all will be gone
After all
Before we all get to the knowing
All will be gone

I went back to where life seemed promising at first
Gambling on memory’s lane
I tried a trip through all the pavements and fields
But I lost cause all had changed
Like the road I used to cross to school
Is now full of prostitutes
No wonder why the priest is dead
No wonder why the priest is dead
Oh brother, when did you get married?
Neighbours, where did you vanish to?
If it was to a wonderland,
Well, it’s not known to my kind, mankind

All will be gone
After all
Before we all get to the knowing
All will be gone

And what about relationship?
What is it about relationships that we just don’t get?
Here we are always thinking we’ve learnt
Only to get smacked and realize we are
But mere students of life
And feels like
We’ve been fighting a lost battle
To have always realize at the end of it all
It feels like
We’ve been brought to a royal banquet,
Just to be served a brew and a wretched floor
But I say
It doesn’t matter anymore,
It doesn’t matter
All because I’m here now
I can’t go back, it’s too late
And so I will get it all going,
Whilst it all gets lost and gone.

Now as I sit on the back of this grey caravan
Tomorrow I will probably be
Jumping Parisian metro barriers with
A bottle in his hand

Sparkling, sparkling water mixed with
Peaches and rhum
Honestly I don’t drink but if I did this sure will
Be my favorite punch, he said

Walk out the door with her
And he could see everyone
Dressed in black a class
That seems too far too fetched

She said, “Look at you, look at you, the game is over,
The cup is full, stop praying for more exposure”

“It is obvious that you are trying,
Dubious stop or you will die here,
You’re pretending but no one is buying”

London is calling you, what are you waiting for,
What you searching for?
London is all in you, why are you denying the truth?
“Well I might be boring you” he said
“Although it’s not clear as the morning due,
When my preferred ways are not happening,
I won’t under estimate whom I am capable of becoming”

History will be made to day is written
Boldly on his face
So clear you could hardly miss it,
You could hardly miss it.

For transcending the barriers of you,
Yesterday was and is the dream
On a road where Cleopatra comes and goes
Like fishes caught in ponds then thrown back for fun

She said, “look at you, look at you, just pick a fleet
Your cup is full, what have you not yet achieved?”

“It is obvious that you are trying, dubious stop or you will die here, your pretending but no one is buying”

London is calling you, what are you waiting for, What you searching for?
London is all in you, why are you in denial of the truth?
“I might be boring you”, he said,
“Although it’s not clear as the morning due,
When my preferred ways are not happening,
I won’t underestimate who I am capable of becoming”

If I held my breath on you,
I would have died a thousand times
And if chewing was to show you how much I cared
I would probably be wearing dentures by now

Promises broken
Nemesis our token
So you turn around and march on out to your new home
Wherever you’ve gone darling,
Please don’t you ever forget to

Treat others the way, you want to be treated
Remember your days are fully numbered

March on

If you held your breath on me
You would have died a million times
And if chewing was to show me how much you cared
You would have probably swallowed
Your tongue by now

All I’m trying to say darling,
Is that you know very well
That I left her for you
Now I guess you are doing the same old,
Same thing to me now

These days Hennessy dries my veins
As our genesis smiles back at me
Now heresy might be your new fate, faith
Whatever you‘ve chosen to believe in darling
Don’t you ever forget to

Treat others the way, you want to be treated
Remember your days are fully numbered

Treat others the way, you will want to be treated
Remember your days are fully numbered

Can’t say anything for you no more
Nemesis is on your case, darling
Next time,
Treat others the way you want to be treated
Otherwise you’ll get your punishment
And life ain’t a bitch,
Nemesis is,
Is the mother of karma

So long you run

Talk to me friend, talk to me, talk to me
I am listening to your advice
Slowly, slowly, please, slowly,
We have a lot of time
Sometimes I would wish that you were I
To see clearly, not just visualize
Many people said
Oh I’m lost, I’m a bastard, Oh I’m lost
Those same people pray,
For the best, for their own brothers,
So why would I quiver but quiver a little,
Then burst in laughter

Read all the books and you will find
Nothing new has been hidden underneath the sun
Integrity is sometimes hard to climb
But if I look up, not down, and maybe who knows
I might go a bit further up there
Many people will say
Oh you’re lost, you are a bastard, you’re lost
Those same people pray
For the best, for their own sisters
And so I will only quiver a little,
Then burst in laughter

Life is as cold not literally as in Greenland
Where snowfall is the norm
As opposed to the ray of sunlight
But, like the boy who woke up one night
To see his poor mother on the floor
And he screamed, “Mother, wake up!”
So why would you waste a lot of you energy
On what people might say
Just quiver a little,
Then burst in laughter
Quiver a little then get back to your stride

Where is your son?
Where did he go?
Where is your son?
Where did he go?
Sweet Sugar Stranger
Where did he go?
I am asking you, where did he go?
Where did you leave him?
Do you know where he is now?
Do you care?
Go look for your son
For even he who has no son looks for a different
Kind of son to be their son

Little Clementine is no tea and croissant

Woman, why are you looking at me?
Woman, what are you looking for?
Here the nation’s plea to hear
How our down and fall came about
And woman, don’t close your eyes
Let’s be fair, we stand no more chance
And I am done
These times are precious times
Only for the people and I

Woman, the truth is here
They ought to see it clear
Excuse-me, I’m in a middle of a song
Right after two years long
In between different sheets
Far beyond deceit,
Dancing through the streets of infidelity
And oh woman, don’t close your eyes
Let’s be fair, we stand no more chance
And I am done
And these moments are precious moments
Only for the people and I

I sing, write, speak for the people and I
Cause they are down
And we are done
And I am done
So these moments and times are precious
For the people and I

Lately I’ve been searching, searching for answers
I walk around the boulevards, looking for magicians
With a cold feet, black coat full of arms
Outstretched and a leading voice
And I can’t help but shout at the top of my lungs
Who is next in line to get hurt?
Who is next in line to get speared?

Bad mouth, bad habits
Now leads icicles growing out me hair
Our past I’d guaranteed you if you’d stay with me
Your tomorrow will be endlessly free

Don’t know what it was that had made you to come by
Though I know God created me beautifully
But don’t you know beauty will forever kill
Who is next in line to get hurt?
Who is next in line to get speared?

I am sorry
I can see our future
It isn’t so bright
There isn’t any light

Who is next in line to get hurt?
Who is next in line to get my spear?

And so I wait
I wait for my next prey
I wait.
Here.

Never in the field of human affection
Had so much been given for so few attention
Never in the field of human affection
Had so much been given for so few attention
Winston Boy
Oh! There he is,
Packing, quietly,
Alone
You could mistake a clock ticking
For a cricket cricketing when around him.

But I swear!
Nobody knows what’s on this boy’s mind,
Nobody sees what he’s been picturing.

“We all make a living by what we get,
But we make life by what we give.
In some special circumstances,
This special circumstance,
Winston Boy will have to earn a living
Before he earns enough living to give”

“Where is your family?
Where are your loved ones?” someone uttered,
Whilst he went on crossing the channel
“Well they say no man can be a prophet
In his own country and so I left and here I am
Come on embrace me!
I am your brother!”
Now whilst he kept on talking,
In his left pocket laid the prose of the magnificent Orwell,
His right hand embraced a battered
Guitar borrowed,
“Borrowed from me!”
Come to think about it, I think a few years ago
I heard him talk about how God blessed an eagle with 54 stars.
And so maybe he’s gone, he’s gone wondering
Around looking for his kind of star
But even stars
If we think about it, even beautiful stars
They tend to shoot through the night
And you will never find them again!
Never and never and never again!
And so don’t you judge Winston Boy,
Don’t you ever judge Winston boy

Cause one day this boy might be the man,
Though clearly nobody knows when or how
One day this boy will stand in front of a pulpit
As the world gives him but a minute
And there he will tell the world
Where he’s been and how
Underground to upper ground in the depths of
I will surely survive
He shares his story with a cup of tea streaming from his eyes
One day this boy will be fine
One day this boy will be fine
So you better watch out now that day might be today!

And the Queen said to me,
How about you?
What do you see?
And then I replied;
I can’t see the devil,
But I see humans and what humans do.
Ain’t nothing new,
When all is blue.

Yours
Harambe.

Well done Ol’ Blighty;
I suppose at least,
When the suffering comes,
The poets, bards and griots,
Shall finally be your best pal eh?
Like in the good Ol’ days.

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a black American man.

A black American man whose angry mouth is prest Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;

A black American man that looks at God all day, And lifts their bony arms to pray;

A black American man that may in summer wear A nest of golden necklace around his neck;

Upon whose bosom some white men will slay; Who intimately lives with pain.

Poems are made by fools like this lad, But only God can make a black American man.

If you want to weigh the power of man, give him love.
If you want to measure his height in follies, then make him a ruler.

I was wandering
Around Pymmes park
Glad when I saw
Three fish and lark
One flew, others too
And I never wondered why.

To trade quarrel for carol,
To spare jingle, jungle.
The end of Christmas tree.
The end of Artist; free.

BULLY:

No more nonsense! And no sensitivities! We will leave you alone! We wont let you die!

KID:

O leave me or love me, O leave me or help me. Leave me alone!

[Tacet]

Enter Phantom through the window.

PHANTOM:

Billy the bully, Come on out of your hideout Billy the Bully, its alright Been forgiven, Come on out Zacchaeus; Come down from your sick amour tree. Where guns sing, roses are found dancing. For me, the difference between love and hate, Weighs the same difference between risotto and rice pudding. And the difference between a dog and stranger, Weighs the same difference between a child and their bully Some say they know why you bully me, but I laugh O For I know that you know that we will never know why They keep the bullying, so Billy

Enter Fly all in flies, passes across.

FLY: (faintly behind and repeatedly):

Find the balance! Find the balance! Find the balance!

PHANTOM (continues):

It’s forgiven, Billy Bully Bully Billie It’s all right. O its fine. And O if that’s a pram I see a-coming, then ah congratulations Lets hope as the growing grows, we’ll be able to handle

FLY: (faintly interrupts and unknowingly): Find the balance!

Find the balance! Find the balance! Find the balance!

PHANTOM (to Kid): Billy the Bully! (They fall into each other’s arms.)

Once a serious case, twice a forgiven case The Wanderings a-never ending. The Wanderings a-never ceasing.

Exit Not.