The trotro stories; Bleoo the boneshaker #4

Two can play that game, a tango
On the road with old knights, bleoo, bleoo 

The boss when challenged would respond 
Bleoo, bleoo and yet he would respond 

Slowly but surely, grace and trust to  
His old horse and carriage, bleoo, bleoo 

Ordinarily he says no word, galloping bleoo, bleoo 
He is with eyes set on the path ahead, bleoo 

Only to hold grudge if need be as often 
With the other gladiators on the road 

He will get me home safe as usual, bleoo 
He got me to the fields of earn the same 

He will get me home safe as usual, bleoo 
While in his buggy he is my knight 

To slay the dragons on the road with ease  
That obstruct my smooth passage home, bleoo 

Two can play that game and he is good at it 
Weaving through traffic with ease, bleoo, bleoo

The boss when challenged would respond 
And he will get me home safe, bleoo, bleoo 

No speedometers and speed counters 
To mark the pace we travel, bleoo, bleoo 

Destination is all that matters as snails we crawl 
Bleoo, bleoo and we are sure to get there 

Keta by the sea

Sandy soil, where home is with breeze   
The sun, has its day to come out after dawn
Every day to come out, on the beach bed   

The sea and the lagoon, has a lot to answer for 
Playing trading games, of give and take  
And give and take, and give and take  

At sun down, the beauty of Keta is to be admired  
At sun down, the choirs of the waves sing, a' the sand dance
They sing to please, a tradition to uphold 

Where I am sat, here surrounded by my family treasure 
The winds and breeze, sand and huts to acompany
The lighthouse a' lights of distance mine, in such of liquid gold 

Sweet songs from the children, they sing like the waves
The drum beats, of soul food, that has gone silent for while
They echo from my childhood memory, like ghost call

To say Keta, Keta of old reign, come reign again
To say Keta by the sea, where home is with breeze 
To say I know you will wake again, "head of the sand" 

Your sons a' daughters jump up everyday with excitment
On your beach sand bed in the morning and play to entice
To reach your spirit wake, oh Keta with breeze, awake to please

My Train Journey

I woke this morning bright 
In a warm sunny room in Kecskemet 
This was nice, nice I tell you


Packed my bags after a week stay in Hungary 
And headed to the train station, 
This was going to be my mood of saddle 


Travelled away from my rest bite, 
On a train, tracks he lay
He blows his horn, to announce his coming,  


Past the trees into the sky that lay 
He appears, blowing his horn 
To announce his coming 


First class was all but taken 
In seats,  designated for luxury travel
Bought on priority request 


I stood with luggage between my legs  
Window peeping for sight seeing 
The country side, provides view so perfect 


On this train I saw more of the country  
Hungary had to offer, in hidden treasures landscape   
Farms and houses with their own stories to tell  


I made my own stories to tell 
Flipping through towns  and country side passed by  
Sat on the train from Kecskemet to Budapest 


Jumped off, to the horn that blew
For stops, the train driver at my destination  reached
Another horn blow sent the train onwards without me 


Bye I said to the beautiful country
And the train that brought me here in travels 
Thanks I say for a beautiful journey you gave me