Doors open without a sound
An empty room where shadows abound
Tables and chairs piled high and wide
Floor bright summer green
All the children have left and gone
The voices of ghosts are now alone
Destroyed at the end of summer
Cut down without a lover
The incidents which happened now can abound
Without energy
Without voice
Without life
Without memory
All what’s ever been learnt
Papers are now burnt
Dreaded, feared and hated
A demon was once created
Now a place of refuge sought
But education has to be bought
Who would have thought?
The termination of a friendship
The conveyer belt of the dead
Sun now low in sky
Ghosts fade away and die.
Mr Jones leaves home to go work
Mr Brown goes to school to use the chalk
Their wives didn’t know it was hip
They hadn’t seen their hubbies using the whip
Back behind the office desk
The company boss is the sternest
He’s the one who does the deals
He’s the one with the big wheels
‘Cos it was a present from a friend
After a meeting to seal the trend.
Cigars, drinks and cars
Pubs, saloons and bars
Blonde, brown or red
Bar, flat then bed.
Down the local bobby nick
The ordinary villain hears the click
While Jake the Fake meets Inspector
Members of the same club; Al Capone’s the director!
Whilst down the sauna his wife enjoys
The tax inspector’s tactical ploys
Now the host dj sneers at youth
For speaking their mind, for telling the truth
He gets his money from the adverts
Selling smiles to the perverts
You’re born with nothing
Now you’re just concerned with winning
Honesty where has it gone?
Corruption rules okay
All I want is my pay
Honest? Honest it wasn’t you.
Fields of yellow and green where rice was once seen
Dotted brown from the sun
In the air a bird swoops
Spits out noises obscene
On the land a man moves enveloped in flames
The water is warm where the women do mourn
Bamboo curtain is formed like a baby is born
On the boat they do play where you do what they say
The cards are laid and the chances set
Like jackals they laugh now only one aftermath
The air lights in red and another lies dead
One last groan and now you are alone
Face to face with a friend with a chance to mend
No recognition is seen
Just eyes of green
An expression of blank with no one to thank
The smoke filled air sweat stained hair
Businessmen mumble as the city does crumble
Last chance for a Yen in the lion’s den
Six to one is the chance, no last romance
They revolve on by now to chances to die
A glint is now seen as he remembers what’s been
And he remembers his life and a child and a wife
Then he lifted the gun….
Piercing screams ring the ears
Babies expel their tears
Cause for concern is there
Mothers run to give care
Here in the showpiece of the world the tension is uncurled
Faces are long and pale
Each one thinks they’ll fail
In a trance they make their way
To the soap-powders day after day
Inside them calls a voice
It’s the housewives daily choice.
Ten a day are caught
They’ve lost a battle that they fought
They’ve got a pathetic creature
That once wanted to be a teacher
It’s all very understandable
Because everyone is fallible
Her name then appears in print
Then she claims she’s skint
In her cries a voice
She’s made the housewives choice.
Her life now in ruins
“She’s a thief”, call the tunes
Her one and only fatal mistake
Now she lives a life a fake
So she turns to Valium
Even though she knows it’s dumb
Everyday she leads a merry dance
Waltzing to shopping in a trance
She heard the little voice
But she didn’t make her choice.
I’m so confused my mind is fused
I want to get high but I don’t want to die
Drugs are bad; I know they’re bad
I don’t want to get addicted
But that’s what’s predicted
I might try a bit, but I ain’t no shit
A sniff won’t do no harm
It’s better than in the arm
I want to be high I want to fly
But I know I’ll die and then they’ll die
They say you’re a fool, but where’s the soul
I’m lost out of mind, I must be blind
The ganja is kind but I’ll end up fined
I’m in a daze; I’m ending in phase
Screaming guitars wail oh how can this fail?
The smell is scenty and there’s always plenty
Now alcohol is faster and you’re the master
My brain is a slither it’s killing my liver
This is hip man! I’m my number one fan
I’m being told what to do and I haven’t a clue
I’ll argue all night and they’ll be a fight
I’ll take a hack. Wow! Get the feedback
Hey! Put me away just to know I’m okay
This fog is closing in
Now my heart in counting
Is all this really happening?
The noise is deafening
I’m going out now, and ahead.
So many things to do
All to be seen through
So many things to say
All to be crammed in a day
Little things to remind
Looking out to find
Giving little words of guidance
“Do you want a dance?”
Lovers whisper sweet nothings
Words disguised by coughing
The quick seducer uses his charm
Steals the heart with love and smarm
Life histories are told
Cheap lives are sold
Young boys try but stumble
Nubile girls try but fumble
Old men end by grumbling
Old women end by mmmumbling
It’s no good a one-way conversation
What is needed is oral stimulation
Some words are spoken
But gestures are token
Do you talk with feeling?
Do you talk with meaning?
Or is it talk for talk sake
Is your talk a fake?
Is it your communication?
Or vocal castration.
Paint it red, paint it blue
Or give us something new
A future, a vision, a hope
A land where people can cope
To exist, to be, to try
Where no one will cry.
The iron woman yields her whip
Factories use high-tech chip
The new working class movement
The pseudo-intellectual; a front
Who think it’s fair
To bring in the Red Bear.
Give us invention
A land of salvation
A new creation
Or just masturbation
Try the positive
Take and give
Let the government stifle
And burn the rifle
Only one way out of this strife
Peace and anarchy is life.
The dream; to challenge
For our revenge
Posters proclaiming freedom
Are posted by the scum
Politicians are lying
While our heroes are dying
Babies face starvation
Youth faces depravation
Nineteen-eighties life
Our fucking strife.
I sit here and wonder what will happen
If it will occur and when
In my bed I lie awake
Asking if it was all a mistake.
I look up into the moonlight
In inspiration for my fight
My eyes close and I slip away
And float into another day.
In my dreams I run and chase
I see a vision of the place
Always the same as before
Only this time there’s something more
You stand there in the middle of the floor
But a crows surges from the door
And you disappear for a while
Then I see that same old smile
But my hands grip in fear
This obsession for more than a year
Stands before me
But I don’t like what I see
For what I had searched for
The beauty is no more
For what I once wanted in lust
I now turn away from in disgust
You were the one thing impossible
But here you are now, possible.
You were my illusion
It now seems my delusion.
I wake from my nightmare
In total despair
Of the you I saw through
I prey it wasn’t true
But tonight will tell
In my own hell.
It’s dark and it’s night
It’s the middle of winter
Though I feel strangely warm
The mist is gathering in
Swirling about.
I stand here under the streetlight
Looking at a reflection
At a mirror image
Both wanting the same thing
We touch
Time stands still
In the witching hour
Gossip in the morning.
Standing here I feel strangely calm
Behind the shops, in the middle of nowhere
Your heart quickens
And in the distance strange noises come
We break away
Into the night I walk
Into the mist
Disappearing at a tangent
Briefly I look back
I see my reflection, fading
Fading, an image in the dark
I come out into the open
The lights are brighter now
Though I am still in the haze
I think of my vision
Fading away in a crowd
I realise where I am
And what I want.
Ever felt betrayed and slayed
Like only dogs know how?
And all your heroes have failed
When they appear on your TV
And they’re selling their stories to glossy mags
And “the working class can kiss my arse”
In 79 it would be fine, standing in line.
What have we done?
What have we achieved?
The big change! Yeah I can see it now
Take a look at the charts
Top tens full of disco queens and electronic armies
In 79 it would be fine, standing in line.
So what makes you so different?
Standing in your bondage suit
That you bought from a big business
My oh so rebellious
Let’s all pose down the youth club
Fun!
The sad thing was that there were believers
I feel so old now looking back
And I must’ve been mad to think we could have won
To smash the system
Our aim
But money talks and fame is fortune
And fortune means sell-out in 79, so fine.
It must be hard to think of pain, hate or revenge
When sunning yourself in the US of A
So this charade has died
And we must look to the future
No like a fucking old hippy
It’s easy to bury your head in sand
But tomorrow’s a future and the dream
And it’s up to us to see the job through
79, so long.
Smoke rises as blood pours
And you escape through your doors
Twisted screams fade and die
And you turn another blind eye
But you can’t see that it ain’t new
Only act when it happens to you
When the lorry blows up in your road
Then you’ll fucking shit your load.
Hate is given out as food
Your society has made us rude
Existing only to challenge
Spurred on by our revenge
Anger and passion with agitation
Sharpen our knives in isolation
Joys of freedom are our hope
Ask yourself can you cope?
So the rebels sit alone
Gathered in bands in their home
Each one the soldier of the nation
Eager to be the hero of salvation
But it’s only a wounded few
Who tell of wars they knew
And their revolution and it’s cost
Of friends and lovers lost
Now it’s a fight
Right, left, right
Now only two
Me and you.
A grain of truth in an addicted mind
A life destroyed
For a vision of heaven
That was really hell.
The old times fading
In a memory of shame
Old friends trying to break
The wall of habit
Into the distance of time.
The door is locked
And the key is forgotten
The sand has run through
The hole in your mind
Love fades and grows with time.
The cells of your soul
Float, glued to the earth
And as you are discovered
You begin to fade
“We don’t expect to see you again,”
This mass of flesh
Is heard from within
No life, now just lost particles
And as they realise
The blanket is drawn quietly over your head.
Another door opens
Your cell of torture exists no more
No longer are you asked to feel
No longer is there anything for you
Now there isn’t anything
(Unless you can see the light through the keyhole).