1. |
Still The Snow Falls
03:27
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STILL THE SNOW FALLS
Woods whisper like cathedrals
Of Gods from days gone by
With their gargoyles made of eagles
And their rafters made of sky
And the snow falls like lace
On the shoulders and face
Of a bride who waits to no avail
And the hedgerows and lanes
Run like mascara stains
That stain her cheek beneath the frozen veil
And people lose their way
On paths that once they trod
Some people turn to drinking
Some people turn to God
But the devil needs his shoes
Makes no difference where he's shod
Still the snow falls
Still the snow falls
Wind whips along the old dyke
Smoke struggles from the stacks
Cold trees twist their aching limbs like
Lovers dipped in candlewax
And the saints shed their blood
In the windows of God
And the drunks curse and sing the hours by
And the snow breaks the fall
Of the chimneys and walls
As they fall up to meet the falling sky
And lovers cling to strangers
Like mourners in their grief
'I lost a child once' she says
But he's already gone to sleep
Oh you can long for dying
Makes no difference where you sleep
Still the snow falls
Still the snow falls
And what did summer tell you
That you didn't know before?
That paths of glory crumble?
That dreams are made of straw?
Oh you were pretty once
Makes no difference anymore
Still the snow falls
Still the snow falls
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2. |
The Wind
02:57
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THE WIND
Through the day and through the night
Across the world the cold wind blows
Pushing you towards the fight
Where it comes from no-one knows
No-one knows to where it goes
It blows down from above
Till men will hide in any love
Till any love becomes enough
Whistle in me, whistle in me
Blowing failures long grown old
Until their minds grow so cold
They look for warmth in pots of gold
Whistle in me, whistle in me
Ah the wind it blows so strong
It blows so loud it blows so long
Mocking as it goes along
Whistle in me, whistle in me
Show your strength in guns and men
Fight your bloody wars and then
Swear you’ll never fight again
Whistle in me, whistle in me
Through the day and through the night
Across the world the cold wind blows
Pushing you towards the fight
Where it comes from no-one knows
No-one knows to where it goes
It blows so strongly round
Till men are glad to just lie down
With any tiny love they’ve found
Whistle in me, whistle in me
With a bottle or a whore
They try to shelter evermore
On a bed or on the floor
Whistle in me, whistle in me
Ah the wind it blows so strong
It blows so loud it blows so long
Mocking as it goes along
Whistle in me, whistle in me
What if you choose to send
All your food to starving men
This time next year they’ll starve again
Whistle in me, whistle in me
Through the day and through the night
Across the world the cold wind blows
Pushing you towards the fight
Where it comes from no-one knows
No-one knows to where it goes
It blows down through the trees
It forces men onto their knees
Before their social effigies
Whistle in me, whistle in me
On one knee they plight their troth
Till marriage rots them like a growth
Until in prayer they kneel on both
Whistle in me, whistle in me
Ah the wind it blows so strong
It blows so loud it blows so long
Mocking as it goes along
Whistle in me, whistle in me
Wash your hands in blood and tears
Hate the blacks and kick the queers
We’ve learnt a lot across the years
Whistle in me, whistle in me
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3. |
Go Now
03:50
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GO NOW
Go now, while no-one sees you
Leave before the dawn
Come now, dry your tears
Life will carry on
And the world
Will turn no slower for this
That two people should miss
A chance for love
Oh if your parents might have been
Been just a little bit more keen
A bit more keen to make you flesh
Or maybe mine a little less
Then, but...
Go now, while no-one sees you
Leave before the sun
See me all shades of fifty
You barely twenty-one
Can’t you see
How this story must end
What good now to pretend
What cannot be
You’ll find another hand to hold
You’ll fall in love with someone new
Someone more handsome and less old
Someone a bit more worthy of you
Go now, while no-one sees you
Leave your dreams behind
Don’t tell me that you love me
Go before I change my mind
And I see
My whole world slip away
Into the first light of day
Into life without you
Go now just go
Before I beg you to stay
Go before I can say
I love you too
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WHEN CHILDREN ARE CHILDREN
When children are children they play at war
But children are childish it’s what childhood’s for
But when children grow up how some of the fools
Carry on living their wars against bulls
Ah but why should I care
When I’m not the one
Being tortured to death
For some stockbrokers fun
But there’s something inside me
So hates and despises
The pleasure you take from the pain
To think we’ve evolved for a million years
Is this really all we have come to
It’s not so much that you do it at all
It’s more the fact that you want to
When children are children they play at war
But children are childish it’s what childhood’s for
But when children grow up how some of them cling
To watching men boxing their wars in the ring
Ah but why should I care
Life can’t be much fun
If watching men fight
In their pants turns you on
But there’s something inside me
So hates and despises
The pleasure you take from the pain
To think we’ve evolved for a million years
Is this really all we have come to
It’s not so much that you do it at all
It’s more the fact that you want to
When children are children they play at war
But children are childish it’s what childhood’s for
But when children grow up the retards and runts
Carry on fighting with their local hunts
Ah but why should I care
For some mangey fur ball
I wear leather boots
And eat meat after all
But there’s something inside me
So hates and despises
The pleasure you take from the pain
And when I see you so smug I could beat you to hell
And I know it’s the same race we belong to
It’s not so much that I’d do it at all
It’s more sometimes that I want to
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5. |
Wishing They Were You
04:07
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WISHING THEY WERE YOU
The evening starts badly
I know I am to blame
She says her favourite colour’s silver
I say ‘well Judas was the same’
Don’t know what to do
Just spend my evenings sitting
With other women wishing
They were you
Every night I tell them
How you made my life a mess
How you look like a heart attack
In that little yellow dress
Don’t know what to do
Just spend my evenings sitting
With other women wishing
They were you
I don’t want to see nobody
If I can’t see you
I don’t want to waste their time or mine
But still I do it’s true
I know the evening’s wasted
Before I even know her name
Doesn’t matter how it starts
It always ends the same
Don’t know what to do
Just spend my evenings sitting
With other women wishing
They were you
I don’t want to see nobody
If I can’t see you
I don’t want to waste their time
But each night I do it’s true
Then I walk home alone
Shuffling with my dreams
Blowing like yesterday’s
Gossip magazines
Don’t know what to do
Just spend my evenings sitting
With other women wishing
They were you
Ever since you left
My future’s looking black
Darling won’t you tell me
Aren’t you ever coming back?
For until you do
I’ll spend my evenings sitting
With other women wishing
They were you
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6. |
My Own Way
04:39
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MY OWN WAY
I’m old enough to know my mind
I’m over 21
I know the things that I don’t like
And my idea of fun
And I’m happy in the shadows
I’m not hurting anyone
But it just happens to be true
I’m happy in my skin
And although my happiness might
Not be the greatest sin
Some people don’t like people
Who don’t like joining in
So I say thanks for your directions
Your guidance and corrections
Your little interjections
Your views and your reflections
But I don’t care what you say
Let the sheep come out to play
You follow if you want to
I’ll go my own way
Now everybody knows a twat
Who says they should cheer up
But really is it your concern
Whether I have a cup
That is half full or half empty
Why don’t you just shut up?
And ask yourself if like that tree
That falls down to the ground
When there’s no-one there to hear it
And might not make a sound
Is everyone still miserable
When you’re not around?
So I say thanks for your directions
Your guidance and corrections
Your little interjections
Your views and your reflections
But I don’t care what you say
No-one likes you anyway
You babble if you want to
I’ll go my own way
I met a shiny headed man
Who had a flag tattoo
He said he loved his country and
That I should love it too
I said I’d love it even more
Without the likes of you
When they play God Save The Queen
Well I choose not to rise
I’m quite happy where I am
I don’t need the exercise
But there’s always someone there
On hand to criticise
So I say thanks for your directions
Your guidance and corrections
Your little interjections
Your views and your reflections
But I don’t care what you say
Let the National Anthem play
You stand if you want to
I’ll go my own way
I saw a group of Jesus’ friends
Out preaching fire and hell
They had their poor unfortunate
Young children there as well
Why must parents take their kids
Along well let me tell
Well it’s ’cause they were branded too
When they were a kid
And so now they brand their own
Just like their parents did
But let their children choose
Their god? Ha! God forbid
So I say thanks for your directions
Your guidance and corrections
Your little interjections
Your views and your reflections
But I don’t care what you say
You can throw your life away
On bullshit if you want to
Let them go their own way
Now there are choices there for those
Who like to walk in step
There’s the Army or the Navy
Or there’s the RAF
Or the Foreign Legion too if
You just want to forget
And if that is the life for you
I wish you all the best
But when the crowds are cheering
Allow me to feel depressed
When I remember Owen’s
‘Dulce et decorum est’
So I say thanks for your directions
Your guidance and corrections
Your little interjections
Your views and your reflections
But I don’t care what you say
Stand stiff on Remembrance day
Well you can if you want to
I’ll go my own way
So I don’t want to join your gang
I don’t want to belong
No I’m quite happy as I am
Singing my little song
And I’d like it even more if
You didn’t sing along
No I’ll let others sacrifice
Their dignity for fame
Or live life clinging on by
The skin of daddy’s name
It’s up to you what you do
But I won’t play that game
So I say thanks for your directions
Your guidance and corrections
Your little interjections
Your views and your reflections
But I don’t care what you say
My buttocks won’t go on display
You spread yours if you want to
I’ll go my own way
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7. |
The Old White Bull
04:15
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THE OLD WHITE BULL
It’s Friday night and the boys are out
Down at the Old White Bull
We’re off the leash and loud and on the pull
Tim’s been married seven years
And now he’s got the itch
He prances off like Nureyev
But he hasn’t got the feet
And pretty soon he’s back
Sitting rejected in his seat
And so we raise our glasses
In a toast to his defeat
With that song we always sing, boys,
That song we always sing
They’re all whores, they’re all whores
Except for my mum and yours
They’re all whores, they’re all whores
From Thailand to the Azores
They’re all whores, they’re all whores
Without rhyme reason or cause
They’re all whores, they’re all whores
Except my mum and I’m not sure about yours...
It’s half past nine and still no luck
So I say I’ll have a go
Though it’s not my strong point as you know
I spot a little filly looking lonely at the bar...
I think I’ll just approach her
With a debonair hello
But I haven’t left my seat yet
And she already seems to know
She sends the barman over
With a note that just says ‘no’
Time to fill your lungs, boys,
Time to fill your lungs
They’re all whores, they’re all whores
Except for my mum and yours
They’re all whores, they’re all whores
From Thailand to the Azores
They’re all whores, they’re all whores
Without rhyme reason or cause
They’re all whores, they’re all whores
Except my mum and I’m not sure about yours...
So one by one we’re all shot down
Till there’s only one chance left
And our expectant eyes all turn to Geoff
A lesbian converter with the sales figures to match
We sit with baited breath
As he gives the room a scan
Then suddenly he’s off
And we know he’ll have a plan
Then he comes back triumphant but -
He’s come back with a man
Saying ‘you get it where you can boys
You get it where you can..
And they’re all whores, they’re all whores
Except for my dad and yours
They’re all whores, they’re all whores
From Thailand to the Azores
They’re all whores, they’re all whores
Without rhyme reason or cause
We’re all whores, we’re all whores
Except my dad - but why’s yours on all fours?
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8. |
Newhaven Harbour
04:59
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NEWHAVEN HARBOUR
Beyond the hulls of little boats
That sit like corpses on the banks
And flaking signs
In this carpark here we sit
In this carpark where we’ve sat
So many times
And through your tears
I hear you say
‘I have to go
Before it’s too late...’
And I, I remember seagulls
Turned and cried above the harbour
And how your fingers clenched and trembled
And how I loved you even more
But just a small love
A brief adventure, nothing more
So if they ask Newhaven Harbour
Say we were never here at all
Cranes lean together on the docks
Like lovers lighting cigarettes
Like you and I
You say you’re going back to him
You say you have to try again
And though I smile
Yet still I know
You’ll live in me
Like spots of blood
Left on white sheets...
And I, I remember nothing
But your cheek stained by the sunlight
Spilt by careless clouds across you
And how I died a little then
But just a small death
And I’ve died so many times before
So if they ask Newhaven Harbour
Say we were never here at all
Just pretend Newhaven Harbour
We never fell in love at all
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9. |
Fairground Rides
03:20
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FAIRGROUND RIDES
Years pass, day by day
Life is short, or so they say
Yet still somehow we seem to find
So much time to throw away
And I have seen the people queue
To taste their fear, to scream out loud
Spinning wheels spinning dreams
Spinning gold from mindless crowds
And up and down and round and round
Oh what a thrill how to decide
Which way to turn, which one to choose
Which waste of time, which fairground ride
Oh but could you live without it
Sometimes the days are hard to fill
Oh what would you do without it
Don’t we all want a little thrill
And I have seen religious men
They stand to sing, they kneel to pray
And some of them, to make it work
All have to face a certain way
Then up and down and round and round
Oh what a thrill how to decide
Which way to turn, which god to choose
Which waste of time, which fairground ride
Oh but could you live without it
Sometimes the days just never end
Oh what would you do without it
Don’t we all want to live again
And I have seen our gilded youth
The future of this land of kings
On friday nights the drinks and fights
Then later on behind the bins
It’s up and down and round and round
Oh what a thrill how to decide
Which way to turn, which way to choose
Which waste of time, which fairground ride
Oh but could you live without it
Sometimes the days go on and on
Oh what would you do without it
Don’t we all want to be James Bond
Oh how could we live without them
The mindless thrills of wasted hours
Oh where would we be without them
Our gods that sit like plastic flowers
Oh what would we do without them
How would we fill the gap inside
Oh where would we be without them
The simple dreams of fairground rides
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10. |
The Glorious Dead
04:13
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THE GLORIOUS DEAD
Those who killed by their bare hand
No solemn duty to fulfil
Not for their king nor for their land
But for the pleasure of the kill
Those who, each and every one
In peacetime we would all condemn
At the going down of the sun
We do not remember them
No we remember there instead
The proud and the victorious
The gallant and the glorious
Dead
So you can stand up proud today
And you can wipe that tear away
Because you know to tell the truth
It doesn’t matter anyway
‘Cause I never did believe
A single word you said
When you asked me to believe
In your glorious dead
Those who picked the very teeth
From the skulls of the grinning dead
Who cared not for the men beneath
But for the profit there instead
Those who, each and every one
In peacetime we would all condemn
At the going down of the sun
We do not remember them
No we remember there instead
The packaged and the sanitised
The neat and the anaesthetised
Dead
So you can stand up proud today
And you can wipe that tear away
Because you know to tell the truth
It makes no difference anyway
‘Cause I never did believe
A single word you said
When you asked me to believe
In your glorious dead
And those who were not taken in
Who fought because they thought it right
Who died as bravely as their kin
But still preferred their poppies white
Those who, each and every one
In peacetime now you still condemn
At the going down of the sun
We do not remember them
No we remember there instead
The silent and obedient
The mute and the convenient
Dead
So you can stand up proud today
And you can wipe that tear away
Because you know to tell the truth
I’m not that bothered anyway
‘Cause I never did believe
A single word you said
When you asked me to believe
In your glorious dead
No I never did believe
Not a single word you said
Don’t ask me to believe
In your glorious dead
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