Songs (1980-1995)

[I’ll get around to adding in the musical notation to these at some stage]

The alien (early 1990’s)

The alien longs for home
The alien does not belong here
Strange
Incomprehensible
Don’t learn the ways of this foreign land too well
Don’t become a son of the house
Don’t forget
You are a stranger
Lest all be lost

[A song based on the Gnostic “Hymn of the Pearl”]

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Every day (early 1990’s)

Every day, the Sun will rise
The Earth will turn and the Sun will rise

Every day the Earth provides
and you and I receive thankfully what the Earth provides
Every day the Earth provides

The birds and plants, bees spiders and ants
All working together to order their parts of the Universe
Every day the Earth provides

And mankind too, has work to do
So why do we loiter lazily when there’s work to do
Every day the Earth provides

[A song inspired by the writings of Marcus Aurelius Antoninus]

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Soul four billion and forty three (early 1990’s)

Soul 4 billion and 43, cleared for landing and falling free, to Earth, to Earth
Soul 4 billion and 43, I’m afraid it’s absolutely necessary, to Earth, to Earth
Soul 4 billion and 43, for many years you’re going to be on Earth, on Earth
Soul 4 billion and 43, you know it’s the only way to get free on Earth, on Earth
Soul 4 billion and 43, you know you’ll lose your memory on Earth, on Earth
Soul 4 billion and 43, you’ll forget the wonders you have seen to Earth, to Earth
Soul 4 billion and 43, you must return come back to me from Earth, from Earth
(Reprise)
Soul 4 billion and 43, cleared for takeoff come back to me, to the Sun, to the Sun
Soul 4 billion and 43, new challenges are waiting for thee, in the Sun, in the Sun
Soul 4 billion and 43, if you serve us well and faithfully, to the Sun, to the Sun
Soul 4 billion and 43, follow the few and leave the many, to the Sun, to the Sun

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Extremes of reality (1987)

There are two twin towns at the extremes of reality
A steep smooth road runs between
And though some may say that we dwell in one or other town
I say this is not what I see

Almost no-one lives at the extremes of reality
But travels on the road that runs between

If at the start of your life you can take a positive approach
You know around which town your life’s begun
If at the end of your life you can say I die contentedly
Then you know towards which town your life has run

Almost no-one lives at the extremes of reality
But travels on the road since time begun

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Wasting time (late 1980’s)

When you wake up in the morning, see the clock and just roll over
Do you ever start to wonder if you’re just wasting time
When you come home in the evening, watch the game-show on the TV
Do you ever start to wonder if you’re just wasting time
When you’re lying in the sunshine, feel the power, feel the freedom
Do you ever start to wonder if you’re just wasting time
When you’re lying in the moonlight, see the stars and endless darkness
Do you ever start to wonder if you’re just wasting time

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Live till you die (late 1980’s)

Live till you die, live till you die, live till you die, get by till you die
I don’t want to be harsh I don’t want to be mean
But I can’t see the point of this same old scene
I can’t see the point of hanging around, enjoying yourself but still just hanging around
Got to get out, got to get on, got to get up and I got to move on
Live till you die, live till you die, live till you die, get by till you die

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The Road to Inverness (late 1980’s)

I saw the leaders of the world with bloodied knives and bloodshot eyes
On the road to Inverness
I saw the power hungry men, they used the fools who trusted them
On the road to Inverness
I saw the men self-satisfied with shallow words and well-learned lies
On the road to Inverness
So if you’re travelling in this land don’t trust the man with bloodied hands
Raise your eyes and on to Inverness
Inverness, where the skies are blue
Inverness
Inverness, freedom waits for you
Inverness
Inverness
Raise your eyes and on to Inverness

[Comparing one’s journey to freedom to the aftermath of the battle of Culloden Moor.]

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The world hasn’t changed (late 1980’s)

Onwards and onwards, we can’t cling to anything
The world hasn’t changed in quite the way I’d hoped for
Onwards and onwards, we can’t cling to anything
And everywhere the people, everywhere the people
Are dancing to their own tune, their own tune, their own tune
Hello hello and how are you
I’d really love to stay and chat
But I must be moving on.

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Progress (1984)

Well science advances in leapses and boundses
But civilisation stagnates
How many times do we think she will call us
Before the Earth closes the gates

Well I guess you could say we’re progressing
If it’s power not perfection we want
Mankind thinks he’s greater than old Mother Nature
When it’s power not perfection he wants

There’s another billion gone to build a much smarter bomb
While another child dies of starvation
The scientist joins hands with the mad president
To dance to fear and domination

Well I guess you could say we’re progressing
If it’s power not perfection we want
Mankind thinks he’s greater than old Mother Nature
When it’s power not perfection he wants

While l try to understand, man’s inhumanity to man
The conclusion is hard to avoid
That half of the people who live on this planet
Are human only on the outside

Well I guess you could say we’re progressing
If it’s power not perfection we want
Mankind thinks he’s greater than old Mother Nature
When it’s power not protection he wants

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That dog (1982)

That dog that dog eats me out of house and home
That dog that dog eats me out of house and home
That dog that dog barks all day and buries the occasional bone
That dog that dog eats me out of house and home

That dog that dog keeps me on a shortened leash
That dog that dog keeps me on a shortened leash
That dog that dog barks all night and never gives me any peace
That dog that dog keeps me on a shortened leash

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My plough is stuck (1980)

This paddock is too narrow
No room to swing a cat
Too straight are now the furrows
My plough is stuck

I want to change my field
The grass is always greener
The bollocks have been bellowed
My plough is stuck

This knowledge is too shallow
The yoke is on the pundits
The dead lie in this meadow
My plough is stuck

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I need a rest (1980)

Staring out the window at the world
Images are drifting through my head
Haziness descending over me
Is this to be the life that lies ahead
And I say
I need a rest
I need a rest from this laziness
I need a rest
From this
Madness

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