Not good news; not good news at all
Stuck in this strife driven land
With no one to hold my hand
This cold leaves a lot to be desired
Especially when you’re all alone
Please, please, please find me
I’m standing here waiting
Christ will you stand by me? Show me the way
My heart is open, ready to love
This time, please make it special
All for someone, anyone
Before it gets too late
Too late for the end.
Laugh for all and more
Love and happiness
An image of a girl by a window
A picture of innocence and virtue
With ambitions to fill and dreams to make
With grasses greener
And where skies are bluer
In hearts and the minds of the old
With love I need
To satisfy my greed
Everything this side of paradise
Needing someone to love
I see a picture of a girl
Standing in time
This time there is more
There’s the will to win and optimism’s high
Let no one stand in my way
Going back to you
To see the job through
Everything and more is all I really want.
Playing piggy in the middle isn’t my game
As I hold your head into the flame.
Older now and wiser still
Fit to live; taken the pill
Heart pumping, energy searing
Into the night, the beginning is nearing
Mystery and fire join with magic
Holding onto you
Dancing through the night
With a blue dress on
Standing in the dark
With legs so long
I’m lusting, lusting after you
Never felt this way
About the nightclub scene
I’m the beast on the prowl
And so young and mean
And you say you’ve never been kissed before
That I’m the type of man you’re looking for
And it’s only when the winter comes
That it’s time, that the temples come down.
I know what it’s like in your shoes
Because the rain’s coming down again
So you’re towing me along
You know your really like your men
Well I’ve got to see you
Got to get it through to you
When you’re dancing in the night, with no dress on
Standing in the nude with legs so long
And you say you’ve never been loved before
That this is the way you’re hungry for
And it’s only when your lover comes
That it’s time that the temples come down.
Nothing ever really changes
Despite our fighting exchanges.
Emotions, politics and hot air
Is anything ever fair?
Using the mirror for the date
For all the bitterness and hate
Lots of colours for a grey year
One for blood, malice and fear
Lines of blue in our green land
Red the blood lost in the stand
For the rights of freedom
In this yellow blessed kingdom.
Caught in the middle
Caught in the middle of this tragedy
Of this symphony
This rhapsody
As I crawl to you for your sympathy.
All the songs for equality
Marches and demos for liberty
Knocking a system you can’t beat
Just ending up with weary feet
Bear again in Kabul; Czech-mate
White alright in racist States
Slashed wrists in the tower blocks
As another bullet fires at the dock
Heard by extremists in northern states
Revenge killing they assassinate
New exploration military backed
Celluloid fiction science fact.
Caught in the middle
Caught in the middle
Caught in the middle of this tragedy
Of this symphony
This rhapsody
As I crawl to you for your sympathy.
And here I am a jilted housewife
With just one function in this mundane life
To be the milkman lover to the frustrated
Hurt, caress but never agitated
A hand in a risky game of cards
Double or even triple standards
Back on form with lipstick deceit
A lucky run without defeat
Under attack from each side
Although each player does not decide
One winner; a loser; the same lover
A pretty object tarnished by another.
Caught in the middle
Caught in the middle
Of this symphony
This rhapsody
As I crawl to you for your sympathy.
Standing friend at the top of the road
Come with me to share the load
The future’s there with hope and more
An end to fighting and peace in war
Plenty of food and water to drink
A safe haven for freedom to think
Between the two sides I stand
In the middle of no-man’s land
Two chances for things to get better
The dawn of a new age in a letter
Ring in a new year with hope’s call
Love and happiness be with you all.
Caught in the middle
Caught in the middle
Caught in the middle of this tragedy
Of this rhapsody
This symphony
As I crawl to you for your sympathy.
This glory, heaven on earth
Eternal truth and beauty
Let the Saints come and take us
Whisked away on white chargers
Knights and princesses, heroes and villains
Back to Eden in endless nights
Wine and roses convey heartfelt thoughts
As dreams are enacted in still life
A burning passion as bright as the sun
The silver moon alive again
Hide and seek; rewound crosses
French pig-house hearing
Children lying together in false reality
Fact forever – happiness now
Turning inside and out
Weaving through wondrous tunes
This happiness and joy of hearts
And now to the object not a body
Lying, glowing, growing
Sleep on child
A radiance of hope and beauty
Floating above these darkened lands
To the little cottage in the clouds
And talk of the young and futures to come
An individual soul cries in ecstasy
Lying, peacefully breathing, sleeping
A voice spoke three words
Every word was true and straight from the core
Night and day; darkness and light
Forever till eternity for the last drop of blood
Stars shining for doomsday
Held in the sky
A band of gold sealed for life
Take my hand to be my wife
Love till death, one day is nigh
The love we bleed, together one day.
Images hard to define
Thoughts too muddled to make sense
Age old questions of deep intelligence
Searching and seeking for the answer
Turning slowly to on high
Ancient rites and ceremonies
Hoping for a miracle
Praying for the cure.
The body turns to corpse
Only the memory lingers on
A fresh taste of death
Of the spirit and the mind.
Talk of ghosts and fiends
Strange events and happenings
To reassure, it means them well
Or to assure self-gratification.
Religion helping to ease the suffering
Money is made with funeral elegance
With grief and tears and into the fire
An ease of pressure and pleasure.
Standing by-standers with little knowledge
Only hope to bear witness
To ashes scattered in scented gardens
To the confusion of the hurting.
Why does this happen?
What went wrong?
If only …
So much pain in suffering
So much pain in life
So much pain through death
Is there?
Nothing can be said
Nothing can be written
Frustrated and negative
Mixed up emotions
Clouded horizons
No substance or dimension
Chasing images lost beyond
Out of reach, stumbling
Through to chaos
And nakedness
Just natural.
Going on as thought’s flow
To meaningless expression
The river flows along swiftly
Moving onwards in momentum
Frenzy from indolence
Things halt in states of mind
As a piece of driftwood falls over the waterfall
Falls through the air
Split second freeze frame
Step by step
Nothing gained in analysis
Just falling
Splash!
Disenchantment and disillusionment
Just more words to describe
The feelings and hopes
Of the once great British tribe
Losing touch, the order of the gun
Medical terms to illustrate the nation
As if a patient
Was born from creation
Diseased and cancered; a spreading illness
Dying and failing, a human mess.
Fear of darkness, fear of daylight
Scared to walk the streets at night
Knives sharpened ready to slice
Business responds by increasing the price
Kids go hungry, young boys die
No food is left, the baby cries
Gas and bullets no longer toys
Lots of jobs for the bullyboys.
Little kids turn on to home video tapes
Big sister is gang-bang raped
Parliament turns another blind eye
“Now which Rolls-Royce do I buy?”
Blood flowing down in the streets
Rocking to the tune of a disco beat
This is our civilisation
Is this civilisation?
A land of primitives
All take, no give
Violence inbred as the ritual of fire
Burning together in an island funeral pyre
Floating in the ocean, but not for long
Revolution is brewing; soon it’ll be gone.
Dark star lit night
From the shadows moving to the heartbeat
Radiating glow leading on
Through the streets
Across the fields
Always moving swiftly on
The legend comes tonight.
A driver and passenger wait
Set off, cutting black with white
Water falls and splinters down
Motion through to the edge of town
Red and white lines forever
Speeding away to never, never
Singularly determines
Through to safer confines
Onwards and outwards
The legend comes tonight.
Into orange and yellow
Transformations and reflections
Images break as speed persists
Sound of music with noise
A murmured conversation with slurred words
Crazy, crazy times
Still, the girls smile and wave
With their precious gifts and golden lights
Dream on girls, this is serious
Because out on the edge
The legend is coming soon.
In the room, safe in bed
Keeping warm with records on
Away from the street and wet
Where only the fools and heroes stay
People come, people go
But only the legends come tonight.
In the dark someone moves
Coming quickly to your home.
Bacchanal; god we salute!
The innocents we are – live!
Let the legends flow with hate
Murder on the mind
Let’s follow sweet pain
Destroy you. We destroy!
Ha! Laughter choking in your despair
Words spoken rammed down your throat
Agggh! Bacchanal we drink to you.
Praise be the one that lives tonight
Fill me. Fill me with the gold
Tear open into the wounds
Christ, this devil
This torment, torture
The innocents are strong to survive
A means to an end; to destruction
No more pain, die!
The bitterness you have caused
Let it go now
With my disgust
Bury it
Deep
Nothing can stop us now
Face me now
Ride on, ride!
The circus is coming to town
Smiling faces and painted clowns
Laughing, dancing and singing
Drinking, swearing and fighting
These are young men having fun
No one gets hurt when all’s said and done.
So here we are in the sun again
Where only the bullies threaten
Celebrations curtailed with three against
Now the atmosphere’s ugly and tense
The heavens open and the rains come down
Iron and glass fall to the ground
Make excuses and flee away
Ready to see another day.
Enter stage two on the final day
Another chance for jubilation for play
The end of term embers glow
Burst into flames, another death blow
“But I couldn’t believe it, it couldn’t be.
Oh how shocking! Was it one, two or three?”
More addition makes for headlines
And the realisation all is not fine
In memoriam songs sung in tragedy
In commemoration records made in sympathy
Make excuses and flee away
Ready to see another day.
Finally gathered around in anticipation
Like last year, or last week with patriotism
Then entering into the living room
A heavy fog of descending gloom
More sad news that maybe four
But god knows it was really more
An intrusion into Average’s privacy
In Day-Glo colour upsetting complacency
Blood and guts, a real life video nasty
The same scenes over and over repeatedly
Silence fell in grey despair
Lost values in which we care
Sickened, angry, empty and sad
Could it really be that bad?
But too late as I cried
The truth was that people had died
Something so big in my life in ruins
Minutes of silence instead of the tunes
What has happened?
What’s gone wrong?
Things will never be the same
This is an obituary to a once great game.