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"All The Ways I Want You"

The hills are full of secrets,
Owls watch by night.
Down in town the bars are full,
And the drunks are picking fights.
These are things I know---
But the facts are filtered through---
All the ways I want you.

2:19 freight train,
Moaning somewhere near.
I see you in the distance---
"But I can't get there from here"
Hard to believe it's happening---
But my whole world's shrunken to;
All the ways I want you.

Stars look down and laugh at me,
I ought to take a bow.
Don't have to tell them life's hard sometimes.
There's one falling now~~~*
Nobody's here beside me,
I can talk about it to...
All the ways I want you.

"Pacing the Cage"

Sunset is an angel weeping
Holding out a bloody sword.
No matter how I squint I cannot,
Make out what it's pointing toward.
Sometimes you feel like you've lived too long~~
Days drip slowly on the page...
You catch yourself~~~~Pacing the cage.

I've proven who I am so many times...
The magnetic strip's worn thin.
And each time I was someone else,
And everyone was taken in.
Powers chatter in high places,
Stir up eddies in the dust of rage.
Set me to~~~~pacing the cage.

I never knew what you all wanted,
So I gave you everything.
All that I could pillage,
All the spells that I could sing.
It's as if the thing were written---
In the constitution of the age.
Sooner or later, you'll wind up~~~"Pacing the cage."

Sometimes the best map will not guide you,
You can't see what's round the bend.
Sometimes the road leads through dark places,
"Sometimes the darkness is your friend."
Today these eyes scan, bleached-out land,
For the coming of the outbound stage,~~~Pacing the cage

"They Call it Democracy"

Padded with power here they come
international loan sharks backed by the guns
of market hungry military profiteers
whose word is a swamp and whose brow is smeared with the blood of the poor

Who rob life of its quality
who render rage a necessity
by turning countries into labour camps
modern slavers in drag as champions of freedom

Sinister cynical instrument
who makes the gun into a sacrament --
the only response to the deification
of tyranny by so-called "developed" nations'
idolatry of ideology

North south east west
kill the best and buy the rest
it's just spend a buck to make a buck
you don't really give a flying f**k
about the people in misery

IMF dirty MF
takes away everything it can get
always making certain that there's one thing left
keep them on the hook with insupportable debt
See the paid-off local bottom feeders
passing themselves off as leaders
kiss the ladies shake hands with the fellows
open for business like a cheap bordello

And they call it democracy
and they call it democracy
and they call it democracy
and they call it democracy
See the loaded eyes of the children too
trying to make the best of it the way kids do
one day you're going to rise from your habitual feast
to find yourself staring down the throat of the beast
they call the revolution

IMF dirty MF
takes away everything it can get
always making certain that there's one thing left
keep them on the hook with insupportable debt
(Toronto 11/85)

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