FROM HIS POINT OF VIEW
(OR TALES OF ARTHUR)
©Trev Teasdel, Coventry, June 1968

I’m like a speck o’ dust that just got crushed
in the rush for freedom.
Pursuing my ends, following trends
a hurting feeling that never ends.
Disdaining convention, proclaiming intentions
Announcing a brand new invention.


I know a man who had a head as big as a bed
Well that’s what they said.
He had a belief he was Commander in Chief,
he wasn’t really, what a relief.
From his point of view
Nobody knew what to do.
He was king, he was referee
He was connoisseur, he was a boss
But basically he was a dead loss.


Love is a craze found in a maze
That leaves you with a hazy daze.
T’was watching a Hawk who started to talk
Said he came from a place called York.
‘Twiddling my thumbs, the Eagle hums
Eating his biscuit crumbs.


I got the real Cockney blues
Said a Clown whose
trousers fell down on the bus.
With threatening wars and threatening strikes
They’ll be manufacturing armoured push bikes.


A girl called Junie was a proverbial loony
So she went to the doctor man
who sent her to Peter Pan, in Wonderland.
I’m being used, I’m being abused
I guess that I am just confused.
I’m a cynosure which means everyone knows ya.
I guess I’ll just drink my bread away hopelessly.