The Myth Of Humanity 1989-1992
Myth of Humanity
Myth of Humanity. Share. Great Expectations. Everyday. Radio
Highway Eighty. Gale Force. Pictures of My Youth. Across The Town. Perfect.
This Is The Place. The Unexpected Guest. Around The Corner. Hush.
v Alien thoughts to them ,or is it I?
The questions raised of sanity are raised yet again
Sucked dry and empty, drained of all emotion
Here in the final chapter of the last scene
Raw nerves exposed; crumpled, rewired
In the vacuum where nothing can live or grow
All that thrives is hate and bitterness
Blackened violence hides menacingly in the shadows
Darkness sweeps forwards achieving totality
Torturing souls of others and themselves
They talk with distortion; twisted lies
Act, crazed, possessed
Justify themselves in terms of love
Each one fails another
Betrayal of morals, of souls, of logic
Again follow and gain nothing
All is lost that has been learnt
I try and see the sense of it all
I try and understand
But the darkness hangs so heavily I can no longer see.
Wait and hold with baited breath; an observers opinion
I need to share the experience
A moment of pleasure of movement
You have to feel the emotional uplift
But all that is given is a cursory glance
A seconds attention
No time for the beauty to sink in
I feel frustration that you don’t feel the same
I feel frustration that we don’t feel the same
Through your eyes
In your ears
In your brain.
I tried to give with open hand and looked to heaven
To change my ways; make a different stand
Burning bridges lie behind me… no turning back now.
I heard voices but sought no advice
Look back and see no-one, there’s no one there
No past existed; memories lost, lessons forgotten
Change, cold and numb
Is this what I wanted?
Is this the way it has to be?
Does this mark the decay that I sought to fight?
Hands held high, surrender to the slide
No talk of dreams, so nothing lost.
I went in search of fairy tales and found the real world
(Which I can face no more)
There is no point to give it all for nothing
I wanted to write of love, but found only despair
Unhappiness and frustration echo this room
I wanted everything; the sun, earth and sky
I wanted to give you everything, can’t take this anymore
Hate myself for these feelings
Expect nothing and get nothing.
Wet shiny rubbish filled streets
The shag merchants have all gone home
Newspapers and McDonalds roll on in the gutter
Grey light breaks across the black and white heartland
Traffic starts, the noise begins, fog pumps out
Lights breakout, the darkness ends, the world begins
Sirens start, the darkness ends, the town awakes
Wage packets discarded, blow in the breeze
The bottle smashed against the wall, glass lies silent
Factory silent, idle, redundant – prisoners escaped
The business boarded up – shut-up shop
Chains hang in peace, flags flutter softly
No green fields, no blue skies, no time
In the creaking concrete, slabs of cold life
Sweat and tears from tracks in the grime
Dirt covered scars
And the smoke starts to bellow to the clouds
Clouds that last forever, never moving, filling again
A sun that never existed, burnt itself out years ago
Pale and cold she collects the milk from the step
Younger than she looks, younger than she feels
The procession to this funeral, everyday, every bloody day
Dank, dark days; no-ones laughing, no-ones listening
And in her room the brightness of last night still lingers
They lie in the cool of the morning, undisturbed
Clothes remain where they fell, drunken and fallen
The grey, naked flesh and so does hope
A dream to live an adventure to begin
In the solitary tree the crow looks down, scouring for morsels to feed off, and picks up the scent. No one is laughing.
Hey Sidney, my friend, let’s do it my way
Get into this car and burn out along the highway
Marlboro and leather rock ‘n roll and balls
First though got to make an urgent call
Swiss Cottage funeral party; bridegroom wore black
Those immigrants ain’t no workers give them the sack
Bonfires of national heritage, beacons of a united nation
London you listening? Yeah the George Bernard Shaw of bus stations
Radio Liberation spits out dub kings of cool
Sweat your fanny Perry, go graduate from school
Ramblings on TV shows of lost values to decide
Policeman; law-defender, black and white, slam coincide
It’s the dream of inmates never to walk the Honky-Tonk mile
Swinging the blues from Leicester to Cov – hay don’t touch that dial!
Green and white ribbon tugged from her hair
Another butcher junkie lies dead on the stairs
Might make that phone call to the girl so stiletto tall
Long distance to Tokyo or Haiti to find a witch doctor
Yeah voodoo to you, not me though – you never saw her
Now I’ve got my four-pack, video and quirky story
You see these soul terrorists are closet Tory
Hip-hop funksters and death metal merchants’ beats
Goodbye to suicide lovers and indigo cheats
Lets get out this town, leave it at last
Razor the stubble Baby, that we’ve passed
Head off with lights on full, go drive out real far
Gas on full in this spliff fuel holy rocket car.
Daddy how do you feel please tall me
That war must burn all over the land
Don’t go alone please daddy
The wind has blown away the common sense
Does it mean I should pick up the rifle?
And shoot my way through this path of life
And is the music of god’s dream rock, soaked in the diesel of war boy’s war?
Blood, black, gold, the face of a God, is the music calling for a river of blood?
Shake it out in the homelands
Fight it with the gun and the spear
Heroes of the missions welcomed
Forgotten and lost in the years.
Daddy don’t you want to wear your medals
And remember the day you won the war
Sirens in the Eastern deserts
Don’t you think it was worth fighting for?
Don’t go alone now daddy
Is this the way it has to be?
The wind rattles the windows
Blowing down the chimney and roof
Shaking all alone in your bed
Then in the rubble, they lie still
Just like in Dresden and Essen
Scared above and below
Tonight the flak burns the sky bright
Lights up like candles in the night
And is the music of God’s dream rock soaked the diesel of war, bys war?
Blood, black gold and the face of a judge, is the music calling for a river of blood?
As someone said just the other day; yeah the skinny hockey player
Well what a way to be remembered
But I’ve got fonder memories.
A decade now, and where are the young men?
Instead of lying in bed listening to the tunes
I drive around with them in my head and
Driving about trying to find my way about
The new roundabouts, layouts and layabouts
Houses pulled down, shops changed, names changed
Searching for something, a piece of the past, a clue
A neon light of emboldened youth
Go past the Regal, poshed up, scrubbed up, glitzy and shiny
A million queues from the fleapit of rainy schoolboy wet dreams
Of planned seduction and fumbling, trembling virginal hands
And to the right, the Rec, and a night in the park by the big engine
Babycham opened on kerb and the delight of silk then flash
The first discovery of stockings!
Walking past the Cream Bowl; many stories to tell
The pounding of heart of verbal hatred on the receiver
Notorious Friday and Saturday night bar-room brawls
Yeah I was the check-out by the shelf –filler, stacking away, plotting away
Set out my stall with sarcastic style
A walk to Badby Road and the old windmill and back many times, many nights
And the Southbrook girls more sophisticated than ours
Dreamers, more grown up; we wrecked the party
The sounds of The Kinks and The Jam, decades collide
We preferred punk
Still driving around looking for ghosts, hoping for something, anything
The foggy nights I loved, far off
I could dream of climbing the hill and looking down on the town
And everything would be the same
But everything has gone, all changed
Where were they anyway?
What trace is there left now, what marks did we leave?
Did anything really exist?
Just a few old pictures and token words and fading moments
The pictures of my youth, pictures of yesterday.
A headlight casts light
Through the dark in my room
Awake in the bed in the night
I think of you across the town.
Red, damp summer nights, a breeze drifts through
Across a city to a sleeping you
Carries away, along through the silent trees
Softly home on the midnight train
In this winter I transmit my love
Through the mist, the rain and ice
And in my dreams to the girl I run
Tonight I come across the town.
Your perception of my perfection is the illusion we all want to achieve
The mirror never lies, tells the true story
The brain deceives; conditioned thoughts on the way you have to be
Attain perfection in the body and mind
All muscle, no fat; pure thoughts, no shrinks
Style in the public eye of London or holly wood
Is this your perfection?
Perfection to the blind man, the famine victim, to the spastic
To see, to be nourished, to have control
No body is perfect
Nobody is perfect.
The workers spoke of foreign lands and real adventure, and we just ate and listened; letting their words flow over and sink in. Everyday in the canteen these men discussed the world and what was right and wrong with it. Pressure relieved with escapist dreams and all was lost with blur and chatter. And one by one they bowed out, turned away and walked; but no-one seemed to notice. We closed our eyes and turned away from it all and refused to listen to the voices. Blind to the crumbling, entrenched in our bunkers - guilty as charged, it all began to fall. Lots of little Neros, we fiddled away as the flames grew higher, burning to the nadir.
So here we stay; for how long? Until a change that may never arrive; I’ve seen it all before. Yeah I remember the eve before, full of anticipation and hope. The girl from the village sat and watched and didn’t understand, and maybe still doesn’t. We saw something that could have been so good just turn sour. All the dreams fell on the floor. At four in the morning tried and failed and slept. In the morning kissed goodbye (the day before too many kisses in the wrong place). It was another goodbye forever, will they ever learn?
And now through these corridors of hope and despair I trudge. We walk through these avenues of life and death hoping that things will change.
This is the place where I belong.
This is the place where I came from.
Where I came from
Where I found love, and myself.
This is the place.
Dance, dance devil down moan away til the morning light of free thought, free speech, into all’s delight.
Come see for once and for all
Intense kaleidoscope – fell the need in the dream
Worthless, nothing, break the dumb, pretty silly face
Going to make this one so special fighting like a bulldozer, filling it all up
Taking up the space behind the bone
Rolling, dwelling burning brother in the head
So hard that it pulls at my hair, get it under my nails and under my skin
Oh grow in me, distort me
Semi-destruction, running on auto
Let’s dream here tonight like butterflies
And flat in the bed and down to your feet
Now you animal, make it all so innocent like the writing on the wall
Above your head I fall and tumbling into the darkness where only the demented live
Screaming and the engines run; pumping to the system
Blood flowing as a shower, drowning me over and over
Now wait… quiet please
I can feel it pressing in
Can you feel it pressing in? CAN YOU FEEL THE PRESSURE?
Scream and the night breaks
Sucking in the red, feel it flowing over my body
Pulse. Beat. Kindred spirits flow at will
How did you get here? You’ve been waiting all the time
Good to meet you brother we must chat again some time
It’s just that there’s someone waiting in the shadows and the smoke
He’s got a knife and in his overcoat the watch of a murdered Irish by
Rubbed out in the dirt
Stay with me demon, protect me from the light
Please o whisper please
Find her, my message; go and seek
Come on baby drive my motor, get me out of here
Get me out of here; just get me out of here.
Just like a West End play
The central character takes his bow and heads off to the day
The spotlight dims and the audience fades
Stream off into the night and traffic car pile-up parade
And the orphan just stands and watches
Shivers and cries and sells another book of matches
To the fattest and richest cigar blowing baddie
Oh just for a smoke extractor and someone to call daddy.
Just around the corner a million miles from the fireside
A billion brush strokes from the creator with the biggest backside
For the unseen, unclean, unwashed men and women
Just another sadistic statistic for the newsmen
Just around the corner from the shuffling, stumbling, starving population
This land finest disgrace
The forgotten about, fucked about pushed aside nation
The runaways and unlucky ones
With the turn and blink of a blind eye all is gone.
Two pennies to rub together but the sum total is less
Might try killing to get out this mess
Just rest in peace in the ground when I die
But can’t get the tablets the prescriptions too high
Can’t carbon monoxide cos I can’t steal a car
Can’t jump off the bridge, can’t run that far
Destined to walk forever these streets
In rags to no riches on park bench seats.
But thank god for St Phil the patron saint of bloody good causes
Rally the troops a war cry of salvation armed forces
So he can prick the conscience of impressionable kids
“You’ve gotta think of others whose life is on the skids”
And so the penny drops in the rattling tin
A release from the burden, a deliverance from sin
Oh what a hero star with a heart, what a risk
Thanks very much for another gold disc.
All the laugher and mirth that never was, has all gone
While bob’s got a full one and noel’s is an open one
And you’re agonising whether to dine Indian or Italian
Someone is crying, praying for a good Samaritan
It’s a tough one; Woolly’s front door or piss-riddled shelter floor
What’s it all for? Is there any hope any more?
The smell of disease and the burners go round in threes
Low down on the streets, nothing is left, no more please
And the Play for Today unfolds into a Greek chippy tragedy
In this green and peasant country fit for heroes and misery
Now in fear of the spiders and the dark
Now in fear of fear
No use crying over spilt beer
The abstinence on skid row, death, dead shop row
To the prisoners of misfortune dealt another low blow
End in the clowns, there’s got to be clowns
Laugh and the world laughs at you
Down and they keep you down
“Now remember these words young man and you will go far
If it weren’t for the homeless, they’d be no one to remind us how lucky we are.”
Are you sitting comfortably?
Are you squirming comfortably?
In the house you built, do you feel the guilt?
Just around the corner, it’s just around the corner.
It could have been the birds that sing so softly on the breeze
Or it could have been yesterday or a hundred other stars away
A friend in white, laughing, swirling through the cold
And today, flutter all alone
Thinking of her face, staring at home
But rushing, gripping hands that tore arrived with faces removed
All the colours of the night went blue
All I needed was you.
Old my youth from long ago
Therapy by looking back, grasping for happiness
Just three simple words
Please tell me why (or why not)
This was my lifetime, or my lifeline
And dying blackness and red, it feels like dead
Everything that falls, falls and falls, it feels like dead
And the boy of decades dies and fades in the dream
All is now lost, not another soul in the sky.
Light up the night with fireworks and the whole world shall glow
In this universe of hope, eternity, chance and love
The night fires and melts
My lover goes.
I just want to talk
I just want to see you again
To explain
To see your face
I need you
I love you
This, all of this is for you
Because of you
Everything.
This is the last time I mention your name
This is the last time I think of you
It’s all over now, goodnight, God bless, roses whisper
No more words now
Hush.