The Santa Fe Skyway

I was drunk inside my socks
Laughing as I rocked up to your house
Your father kicked me out
Said I was a lout and a liar

But he's not you and he's not I
He can disappear in the blink of an eye
And you are blue and I am green
Forever young and libertine

Mary Jane 
What a way to waste the day

Your mother bares the scars
From working at the Santa Fe Skyway
You know she kissed me on the mouth
At your cousin's twenty first birthday

But she's not you and she's not I
She can disappear in the blink of an eye

Mary Jane What a way to waste the day

 

St Peter In Chains

My mother said "if you can't behave
We're going to send you away to be saved
Concentrate the mind and purify the soul
Wake you up from your dreaming"

Bees making honey from the Jesus flower
But I took my orders from a higher power
Spent all my days in a different world
That lay outside those walls

Dreaming
Dreaming

St Peter In Chains

"Jesus loves you" Sister Mary said
As she beat out the rhythm on the back of my head
Love with the ruler or the hand or the cane
My face against the wall

Dreaming
Dreaming

St Peter In Chains

Peter, take these chains from me, man, they're much too tight
I like what I do and I want to do what I like
No love no fun
No love no fun
No love

I don't want to be your sunbeam

Where do I end, where do I begin?
Forged in the fires of original sin
Damned if I do and damned if I don't
The cross upon the wall

St Peter In Chains

 

Mainstream

Here we go again
The morning breathes
The moon bequeaths it's jewels
And I got fooled again
You'll never make it
The words keep snaking 'round

And the morning is a baby
Full of love and light
And expectation
But I just can't fake it
And the day's first kiss
Feels like a fist

And here I am
Swimming in the mainstream
I tell my friends I subvert it from within
Here I am
Swimming in the mainstream
I tell myself 
I'm happy as I am

Everything falls apart
The van won't start
The boy is late for school
And that fool on A.M
Is playing mainstream
Lift me out if here

Sleeping gas
Chloroform

And I just can't fight it
The days drift by
A poisoned lullaby

Here I am swimming with the mainstream
I tell my friends I subvert it from within 
Here I am drowning in the mainstream
I kid myself
I'm happy as I am

Here I am

Mountains

Most of my life I have lived
Inside this cage
My beating heart
A world of shadowplay

Now that the darkness has come
I can't find my way
My way through all these mountains

How can we get what we want?
We don't get what we need
Break the skin
Just to watch it bleed

Won't someone please take me home
Because I can't find my way
My way through all these mountains

Build me a boat out of wood
So I can sail away
Away from all these mountains 

 

Sometimes It Pours

One brick too many
One tower too far
One domino more
Everything will fall

Another broken night
Another brown envelope
Another hand in my pocket
Another day I don't fit

Sometimes it pours
Sometimes the pale can't take any more
Sometimes it pours
Sometimes the blame comes your way
Sometimes the rain lasts all day

O, my little ones
In from the cold
Jump into my arms
Stop me getting old

Another song to sing
Another day with you
Another life in the moment
Another day

Sometimes it pours
Sometimes the pail overflows
Sometimes it pours
Sometimes the love comes your way
Sometimes the sun lasts all day

 

 

Senseless Apprentice

Katie, let them eat cake
Katie, we can take, take, take
But I know you only ride those Bullingdon boys

Katie, say what you like
Katie, on your Boris Bike
That you ride over the poor
And the dead

You've got guts, you've got ballyhoo
But your children don't recognise you

And your life
Is not very much
It's cold 
To the touch

Your greedy eyes and your mouth for rent

Your grabbing hands and your desperate scent

And when it all goes wrong its us to blame

The people at the bottom will not be safe

While the people at the top are born not made

Who will take a match to the mad parade?

 

With the sound of the final breath

The last human falls from the earth

The universe will breathe

A sigh of relief. 

 

No Money In My Pocket

There's no money in my pocket
But it's a lucky life for me
If Jesus ran our chip shop all our fish would be free

But Jesus was a leftie
So they nailed him to a tree
You don't get on the wrong side of the business community
That same road climbs forever up that same old hill

Its a lonely life for you
Its a lonely life for me
We got places to be 
Don't let go my hand

Maybe we'll find heaven
Down here amongst the heather
Now we've reached this junction
Where do we go from here?

And just like Davy Crockett
From the state of Tennessee 
I'll slip without a hitch down that honey locust tree
And I'll land upon my feet
Broken, worn and sore
I'll unravel my Afghan blanket
A goose egg at your door

Its a lonely life for you
Its a lonely life for me
We got places to be 
Don't let go my hand

Maybe we'll find heaven
Down here amongst the heather
Now we've reached this junction
Where do we go from here?

O, I am making patterns

In the smoke that hangs from the ceiling

The night floats like a feather

The music is my shelter

 

 

 

I Don't Think I'll Make It

Come homeI'm sorry for all things that I said

For all those things I should have said instead

Our love was a beautiful thing

Baby, I'm a shadow of a ghost of a man

No reflection, no contingency plan

Nothing going on

I don't think I'll make it through the night

Without you

 

Call meText me, tweet me, summon me to your heart

I'll keep on pushing, just like Rene Descartes

I'll make every mistake there is


I don't think I'll make it through the night

Without you

The hours crawl, like days they fall

And the nights torture me with visions of you

I don't think I'll make it through the night

Without you

 

 

 

Mandy Get Your Mello On

 

Though my style might seem borrowed

And my words might ring hollow

I am here and I stand before you now

Hands on hips

And flowers in my mouth

I'm in no doubt, Mandy

O, Mandy

Mandy get your mello on

 

.And though my deeds appear token

My promises remain unbroken

I am here and spinning through the air

A cloud of dust my significance is clear

O, Mandy

Mandy get your mello on

 

.I'll be your brotherThough I cant keep a straight thought in my mind

Maybe we'll discover The secrets while we're hereThe cosmos becomes clear

 

O, Mandy

Mandy get your mello on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Breaks

Slipping this illusion

All of this confusionShaking off the thoughts of heavenI tune into the humWhere everything is evenSpinning through timeLuck, not designClinging on to one anotherAnd if Dawkins callsWe'll tell him not to botherSuits at the doorBabies on the floor

Working hard to make it happen
And if the breaks don't come

We'll just get by without them

 

 

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