Kon-Tiki
Pack your bags, put on those rags
Leave everyone behind
Your golden age is over now
It's just a state of mind
Batten down the hatches
There's a twister on the way
That gathers all your hopes and dreams
And breaks them on the waves
I'll never go home again
They won't find me
Hiding in the shadows
The prodigal son killed his virtual Mum
And he sashayed down the hall
His earrings swung to the beat of the young
And his high heels paced the floor
Haunted by the child, the dresses that you dared to wear
Haunted by the knowledge that's what makes the child a man
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God's Gift
We feel the need before we come to the dance
We come in peace, we fall to pieces
We smash and grab and then we smoke some fags and leave
Our call to arms is largely disregarded
'Tis the season for high treason
And in the midst of all the hype we still believed
I'm Don Quixote in a fetching onesie
Turning tables, burning stables
I'm down amongst the dossers, king of all I see
Oh feel the need, feel the burn as I bleed
My one desire, to fan the flames of me
Me, and nothing else but me
God's gift, a high plains drifter comes to town
He brings a saintly sickness and we all fall down
High five, we stand in line and we praise his frame
Lockjaw, our throats are sore so we scream his name
As I stride this lonely stage
Bleeding from my swollen rage
This queasy crown, we all fall down
I can't do this alone
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Soul Girl
Flying Fields, a sight for vital me and I'm
Tomorrows girl, I mustn't watch TV.
Why don't you walk on by and see the city stink,
'Cos it is pointing down where all the people drink.
No-one's home so will you walk on by,
This is tomorrows world, the custard soul and tie,
Just give me 16 dogs and I'll live by the sea,
The man with teenage eyes, will fall in love with me.
Save My Soul
Falling sideways in another life, I want to
Wash the world, be seen and heard.
You know sore eyes still see, the love you have for me,
Religious castles fake fear of the needs we need.
Save My Soul
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No Man's Land
Us boys are free to graze our knees
We live to fight the foe
With British bulldog balls we make a stand
We play the game with dirt-streaked frames
Our enemies will know
We're here to play a game called no man's land
Brothers-in-arms we fight to save our lives
Every morn from nine till four
Crying war
With drums and knives we pack our troubles
In our old kit bag and smile
Boy to man
We crawl through fences into no man's land
Us men are here to follow fear
We're made to fight the foe
With British bulldog balls we make our stand
We go to war with nothing more
Than what we have to show
We've come to play a game called no man's land
Brothers-in-arms we fight to save our lives
Every morn we heed the call
Crying war
With drums and knives we pack our troubles
In our old kit bag and smile
Man to boy
We break the fences down
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Asylum
Everybody's got an axe to grind in my town
They'll steal the light out of your eyes if you let them
So I just put my headphones on
Surrender to the song
Asylum
Home is like a warzone, they don't want me
Work is only worth the leisure it affords me
That's the kind of poverty
The middle class boys feel
Asylum
When I bow beneath the force imposed upon me
Feel like a dead man dragging his corpse behind him
Between the rhythm and the blues
The needle and the groove
Asylum
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Blue Remembered Hills
Please won’t you bleed for me
Oh please
I feel like a boy band feels
Lame
As crippled as Mel C’s Tears
Chauffeur me
Cradle me
Mum and Dad
Save us from the secrets of love
Part 2: Home time
Home time
Shorts and scuffs and beans for tea
Welcome home you silly thing
I’ll put the kettle on
Down here
Nestled in the family tree
Waiting for the shifting sands
The land of make believe
Bells ring us out and back in again
Gently now in the night time
Wear your nice thick coat in the cold and rain
Wear you armour inside out (now)
Can’t wait
Hope this year it snows again
Christmas time is here at last
Give me presents now
Hells bells
Ring out for the jilted sons
Those abandoned by their dads
On this Christmas day
Part 3: Cuckoo
My Daddy had a nervous breakdown
Living down South in a boarded up bungalow
My Daddy went home and he never came back
To the family were the heart is meant to be
At sea
I guess he never liked me
I’m just a big fat cuckoo
Living up North in the never never never land
Snakes in the grass with a cap in my bloody right hand
For the family where the heart is meant to be
At sea
I guess they never liked me
I’m just a waste of space
Listen to the old psychological shakedown
Gone to a new home, gone and they’re never coming back
To the family where the heart is meant to be
Gone to sea
I guess they never liked me
Eyes that see stars
Say that’s too far
Broke backs breed scars
Scars leave their marks
Part 4: Mummy’s boy
Days of good intentions don’t last long
Days of separation make you stronger
Times like these I wished I was a girl
I’m lost in the queue
And you are too
The laughs behind the backs of fat boys hurt
But funny when you know they wear your skirts down
Oh the perverts cry to be their Mums
I’m lost in the swirl
Of my imaginary world
Sometimes here
Sometimes there
Sometimes flying in mid air
And it’s only naïve fun when the dress is covering your son
Like a Mummy’s boy
Part 5: Come Unto Me
I knew a girl she was as sweet as can be
But when she showed it to me
I didn’t know how to let go
She pulled my head down to her parting and said
I’ll teach you how to give head
I didn’t have a fucking clue though
She fished a spoon up from a hole in her tights
And offered me the first bite
And I said Oh no
She hunched her skirt down to her ankles and said
Well here be dragons my friend
So drink deep
Down into the dell
Where lonely children cry at night
Dampens down your dog days
Spinning songs to give you light
Here come the kings of the pubescent kids
They’re singing come come come unto me
My sister’s shoes smelt fusty and used
And then she got me confused
With all her distant pleasure
She lit a pipe and then she gave it to me
She says it comes in handy
In finding old mans treasure
Here comes your Uncle he’s a wheeze chested man
With eyes the colour of phlegm
And he says I love you love me
He goes down then he comes back again
You feel his breath on your skin
He’s breathing yes yes yes yes
Here come the stars and they know who you are
They sing of sex in their cars
And fucking with their guitars
And at the time you were naïve and blind
And they were so unrefined
That they would take what’s offered
And those who thought they were innocent times
Nostalgia made them go blind
For all those modern lovers
And now we view the world of top of the pops
As something falling like rocks
On Savile’s shit stained covers
Part 6: Real Britannia
So Britannia’s a lush
Drinking all of that stuff
Staring over the sea
Welcome sailors for tea
I don’t mind if you’re poor
Huddled masses for sure
Come one and come all
Come along to the ball
Take this middle class boy
Find me a new kind of joy
Don’t be angry with me
I’m a mirror you see
If I’m a turn on to you
Well I fancy me too
‘Cos despite all the harm
Hands have done to this charm
I don’t blame all the wrong
I’m alive and I’m strong
Scream sweet nothing’s to me
Scream like the wind to a tree
(ii): Past present
The endless sun
Cross country runs
The glam rock beat
The 3 day week
The waist high grass
The P.E. class
The Oxford bags
The woodbine fags
The past is a shining sea that’s drowning me
So I get my kicks from those who fall like me
Into the deep blue
The dentists drill
The panty thrill
The Cub Scout pledge
To do my best
The asphalt graze
Those lazy days
The pencil case
We’re lost in space
The past is an endless dream of troubled seas
So I, I’ve always been kind to those who dream like me
Nostalgia hooks us
Pilsbury dough boy
Plays with my toys
Action man
The kicked tin can
The tiny tears
Derailleur gears
The airfix plane
The Hornby train
The past is a part of me, informs these words
So come follow the paths you fear to tread
That leads to blue remembered hills