Dermot Jones

Dermot Jones

 London, England, GBR
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Stone Letters

Written By: Dermot Jones

Stone Letters

So many trees, so many shades of green
A blue-eyed boy and girl sit by a stream
Her sweet & playful smile
Was destined to beguile

Where peaceful waters flow
Iris & rushes grow
Days filled with clear spring sun
No hint of what’s to come

So many trees, so many birds at play
The boy & girl are chasing the same way
Then laughing they fall down
Onto the soft warm ground

Where peaceful waters flow
Iris & rushes grow
There in the cool green shade
A lovers’ vow was made

Folks loved the way she’d always sing
But her voice now had grown, like Summer grows from Spring
Then early one day, a note under her door
A simple list of herbs to help; the shame it said she bore….

Where peaceful waters flow
Iris & rushes grow
The pear tree’s fallen down
Fruit withering on the ground

With Autumn winds there seemed to come a change
Her face without a smile was not all that was strange
Now he can’t catch her eye,
And many times he’ll try

Where peaceful waters flow
Iris & rushes grow
A patch of soil disturbed
And who’s been picking herbs?

So many trees, so many empty boughs
The fallen leaves seem like the young girls’ vows
Sits where (but he can’t know)
She stood an hour ago

Where peaceful waters flow
Iris & rushes grow
In bark he carves their names
But he’ll see her again

Folks loved the way she’d always sing
But now no words passed her lips through Autumn, Winter & Spring
Then in early may, a note under a door
Tried explaining everything: the blame she said she bore….

Where peaceful waters flow
Iris & rushes grow
A boy runs with God’s speed
Although he cannot read

Just up the hill, right where the stream runs small
Beside the tree that’s grown astride a wall
Where ivy grows untamed
Stone Letters speak her name

Where peaceful waters flow
Iris & rushes grow
But now no human face
Sets eyes upon this place

So many trees, so many shades of green
A blue-eyed boy sits gazing in the stream
Drawn to the rivers’ bed
Where she last lay her head

Where peaceful waters flow
Iris & rushes grow
Though through the years it’s changed
An Oak tree bears their names

And still young lovers go
Where peaceful waters flow

(words & music by Dermot Jones dermotjones42@hotmail.co.uk)

When I Pronounce My Sentence

Written By: Dermot Jones

When I pronounce my sentence

When I pronounce my sentence
All English ears will hear
Though you hold your tongues, your empty lungs will tell if I struck near
My words will pack a mighty punch
They’ll floor the weaker in the bunch
The stronger ones will bravely stand; a few may try to shake my hand
But all will know who’s in command, & offer their repentance.
And you’ll wish you’d had a lighter lunch
When I pronounce my sentence

When I pronounce my sentence
When I lift my head and speak
You can run & hide, you can stay inside, makes your chances no less bleak My words will land some heavy blows
A high percent square on the nose
Some folks may try to get away, but many many more will stay
And strain to catch each word I say; they’ll block up every entrance
And you’ll wish you’d dressed in lighter clothes
When I pronounce my sentence

When I pronounce my sentence
The sky will turn to grey
The ground will creak, no-one will speak, though some kneel down & pray
My words when they fall & explode
Will leave men crying in the road
The arrogant youth will learn respect, which when old he’ll not forget
And you may find you now regret, you’d chose a life of temperance
And you’ll wish you’d bourne a lighter load
When I pronounce my sentence

When I pronounce my sentence
All English heads will turn
There’ll be a hush, street girls will blush & absent ears will burn
My whirlwind words will change men’s views
You’ll scramble off to tell the news
But to one & all it’s clear: leap to some far distant year
And the fact that you were here, is known to your descendants
And you’ll wish you’d worn some lighter shoes
When I pronounce my sentence

Yes, you’ll wish you’d had a lighter lunch
When I pronounce my sentence
And you’ll wish you’d dressed in lighter clothes
When I pronounce my sentence
And you’ll wish you’d bourne a lighter load
When I pronounce my sentence

When I pronounce my sentence

When I Pronounce My Sentence

Written By: Dermot Jones

When I pronounce my sentence
All English ears will hear
Though you hold your tongues, your empty lungs will tell if I struck near
My words will pack a mighty punch
They’ll floor the weaker in the bunch
The stronger ones will bravely stand; a few may try to shake my hand
But all will know who’s in command, & offer their repentance.
And you’ll wish you’d had a lighter lunch
When I pronounce my sentence

When I pronounce my sentence
When I lift my head and speak
You can run & hide, you can stay inside, makes your chances no less bleak My words will land some heavy blows
A high percent square on the nose
Some folks may try to get away, but many many more will stay
And strain to catch each word I say; they’ll block up every entrance
And you’ll wish you’d dressed in lighter clothes
When I pronounce my sentence

When I pronounce my sentence
The sky will turn to grey
The ground will creak, no-one will speak, though some kneel down & pray
My words when they fall & explode
Will leave men crying in the road
The arrogant youth will learn respect, which when old he’ll not forget
And you may find you now regret, you’d chose a life of temperance
And you’ll wish you’d bourne a lighter load
When I pronounce my sentence

When I pronounce my sentence
All English heads will turn
There’ll be a hush, street girls will blush & absent ears will burn
My whirlwind words will change men’s views
You’ll scramble off to tell the news
But to one & all it’s clear: leap to some far distant year
And the fact that you were here, is known to your descendants
And you’ll wish you’d worn some lighter shoes
When I pronounce my sentence

Yes, you’ll wish you’d had a lighter lunch
When I pronounce my sentence
And you’ll wish you’d dressed in lighter clothes
When I pronounce my sentence
And you’ll wish you’d bourne a lighter load
When I pronounce my sentence

Wild Blackberries

Written By: Dermot Jones

We ate those Wild Blackberries
Thankful for the gentle breeze
Lying there on the uncut grass
‘Neath sky as clear as glass
Scratched by trails from high aircraft
When the world was full of laughs

We found that creaking yellow boat
And stole off round the castle moat
And I dreamed my head inside your head
Your heart inside my heart
And with your hand in mine
Well, it seemed like a good start,
but then, that was then, that was then…

(chorus):
And this is now and I’m right here
This is my life, that’s more than clear
Got my remotes and ice-cooled beer
So all those ghosts can disappear

We drank straight from that mountain stream
I see it all, clear as a dream
Your hair, your eyes, your nose, your fading tan
A smile to warm the land
Then the way you touch my hand
All so perfectly unplanned

A log fire burnt down to a glow
A shared look and the words “I Know”
Little things that just sound so mundane
Start wandering into my brain
Leading an endless train
Thundering through my soul again, but then
That was then, that was then…

(chorus)
And this is now and I’m right here
This is my life, that’s more than clear
Got my remotes and ice-cooled beer
So all those ghosts can disappear

Got my remotes and ice-cooled beer
So all those ghosts can disappear
Let’s leave the past where it belongs,
Drown it all out with sing-alongs

I’ll See You in the Blue Mornin’

Written By: Dermot Jones

I’ll see you in the blue mornin’
When the sunlight floods the air
I might gaze at you in profile
But right now I wouldn’t dare

I’ll see you in the blue mornin’
When the moon has dimmed it’s hollow light
You won’t let me breathe another word right now
But by then, perhaps you might

I’ll see you in the blue mornin’
When the sun ignites the day
Though it’s beyond imagination now
We might find something nice to say

I’ll see you in the blue mornin’
And that imaginary kiss
Will seem completely unimportant then
It won’t be anything like this

With all these tears & starlight
There should be rainbows round the moon
But the dawn is still an hour away:
It isn’t any time soon

I’ll see you in the blue mornin’
And though my pillow went unused
In the cold warm light of mornin’
Things won’t be nearly as confused

I’ll see you in the blue mornin’
When the birds have done their song
But the dawn is still an hour from now
Can it really be that long?

I’ll see you in the blue mornin’
We’ll share a smile over this fight
When I see you in the blue mornin’
That’s if we both survive the night

I’ll see you in the blue mornin’
When some mystery hand finally throws the switch
And sleepers’ dreams evaporate
And ours crawls from a ditch

With all these tears & starlight
There should be rainbows round the moon
But the dawn is still an hour away:
It isn’t any time soon

I’ll see you in the blue mornin’
And though we’ll never speak again
We’ll be lovers in the blue mornin’
When the night has shed it’s rain

Because She's Gone

Written By: Dermot Jones

Stayed late at work,
Made my way home through Friday’s dirt & grime;
I made good time

Outside my gate,
Keys in my hand I stop & tie my lace;
Where’s the race?

Because She’s Gone, Because She’s Gone

Open the door,
The lights are out, letters on the cold wood floor;
Junk mail galore

It makes me laugh
To see you name printed on half the post,
Sent to a ghost…

Because You’re Gone Yes, you’re gone
‘Cos you’re gone You’re gone

Made the wrong choice,
Now wish I’d kept your voice on the ansaphone;
"We’ll call when home"

On the machine:
A friend says: “mate it’s time you’re seen out again”
Thanks, all the same

Because You’re gone, Because You’re gone

Glance at the sink,
Ring Pizza Palace, uncap a drink or two;
Plus one for you

I curse my job;
You always said: “Take care or they’ll rob us blind;
Of our sweet time”

And now you’re gone…
(x4)

Confused I wake,
Perhaps I’ll soon get used to the grinding wait;
For day to break

Note to myself:
“Check out the chemist’s shelves & see what they keep;
For dream free sleep”

Because She’s gone, Because She’s Gone

Thoughts drift, I smile’
I reach & dial your mobile then fast hang up;
You won’t pick up

Go for a walk,
Folks always stop & talk when you don’t want to,
So what’s new?

Now You’re Gone (x4)

Sunday just bleeds,
Caught doing speeds that would soon shame a slug
& fail a snail

Those weekend clocks:
Don’t envy them their lives when each hour is mocked;
By Ticks & Tocks

Because She’s Gone Yes, She’s Gone

Your eyes, Your hands
Memories & plans, my heart shines with so much of;
This useless love

Unplug the iron,
Hang clothes, brush teeth, switch lights off, set my alarm;
Well, where’s the harm?

Because She’s Gone (x4)

Monday, thank God!
A cancelled train, a trek through the sodding rain:
First in again!

A girl says:“Oh,
It’s back to work before you know you’re free”
& I agree

Now You’re Gone You’re Gone

Up comes your name,
When asked how are you I reply (to my shame)
“Oh, much the same”

You see…
The hours here flow
& though I meant to tell them, the moment goes
So no one here knows….

That You’re Gone (x4)