Compost Heap by Kelvin and friends

Here we have David Carter smashing it on drums, Jim Sanders adding a sprinkle of tamborine, Leon Carter with the juicy bass, Dave Toolan with the guitar chops, Jonny Rabbs with the peels of harmonica, and a slice of acoustic guitar and grated vocals from myself! ~ Lyrics Compost Heap Take the watercress, that’s past it’s best, and the mouldy old sprouts, The cabbage and the baggage of disappointments and doubts, Every surreal ordeal, and the way it made you feel, chuck it in the bucket with the old potato peel. Soggy lettuce that upset us, and the unused courgettes, Got forgotten and went rotten filling us with such regrets The only way to move on, to forgive and to forget… is to tear up some old newspapers… mix some dry in with the wet… Chorus And throw it on the compost heap Take the melon seeds and fantasies, and avocado skins, The fallen leaves and garden weeds, and seven deadly sins, Put the rhubarb in the garbage, dump the pumpkin in the bin, Ditch the spinach you didn’t finish, discard the chard you didn’t begin Dispose of all those promises, sealed with a kiss Dispense with senseless memories of momentary bliss Declarations with carnations, guilty pleasures, must away Recriminations, indignations, wilted flowers have had their day Chorus And throw it on the compost heap Sling the beetroot and the jackfruit and the funky furry grapes Boot the absolutes and old disputes, like scrapings off your plate. Fling the incredibly inedible out of date dates with the mis-haps, misadventures, misdemeanours, and mistakes. Hurl the curly kale if it’s stale, no more ifs or buts Get over all your losses, leftovers and off-cuts top and tail the carrots, hellos and goodbyes Toss the possibilities that were never realised Chorus And throw it on the compost heap The tit for tat, bitter battles, and diplomatic talks chitter chatter, it’s organic matter like broccoli stalks! Like a rancid lime, the time has come for anger and for blame, To be consigned like putrid pride and slimy lumps of shame If a failure could derail ya then it’s time to get well shot bad behaviour, manual labour, and all that bloody rot Black bananas, psychodramas, and shrivelled up shallots Gone bad, gone off, gone sad and soft, Toss the bloody lot Chorus And throw it on the compost heap (… and of course that’s not where the story ends… the compost goes on to feed the soil, feed the new growth the new life)… hence: ~Mellow reprise~ When you’ve piled it on, all said and done And the worms have had a munch And deep within your heap It’s a mushy fertile mulch Rich and potent, broken down, Fully decomposed… Spread it out or dig it in Where it’s needed most!