Junior
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If the world is moving then why can’t we
Feel the plates grinding at the bottom of the sea
If the world is moving why aren’t we

And if the city’s burning why can’t we
Feel the heat rising through the cracks at out feet
If the city’s moving why don’t we

Yet we keep waiting all this while
With a view from our screens from the Rhine to the Nile

Hi there – howdy – blackblood bile
Plenty big chief with a pearly-gate smile
He’s got one God and some teeth for a wife
And a heap of chips worth a million lives

If the world is moving then why can’t we
Feel its heart toiling at the depths of the sea
If the world is moving why aren’t we

And if the news is rolling why can’t we
Adjust our phones quickly and get to the scene
If the news is moving why don’t we

Yet we keep watching all this while
With a view from our screens of the smoking tiles

Hi there – howdy – blackblood bile
Plenty big chief with a cowboy’s guile
He’s got one god and some wax for a wife
And a book of maps with the bidding rights

If the world is moving then why can’t we
Feel its heart toiling at the depths of the sea
If the world is moving why aren’t we

Hi there – howdy – blackblood bile
Plenty big chief with a pearly-gate smile
He’s got one God and some teeth for a wife
And a heap of chips worth a million lives

All zealots stalk that immovable pile
All the big chiefs with a pearly-gate smile
They’ve got one god with the world as a shrine
And a heap of chips worth a million lives

Ghost Train Blues
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I shouldn’t look so long at the lights in the window
And walk in circles through the same four streets
Allowing the rain to seep through my shirt links
Ignoring the questions as they fall to the floor

On drives the rain
And the bones in the window
Still move the shapes
In a skeletal form
On goes the fear that keeps my steps sure
On look the eyes that would answer my call

I shouldn’t dwell so long on a glance in the window
Or move so quick at a word for my lips
I tease the thoughts of my own jealousy
And serve the thing that won’t desist

On drives the rain
And the bones in the window
Still move the shapes
In a skeletal form
On beats the fear that keeps my steps sure
On look the eyes that would answer my call

On beats the fear that keeps my need sure
On stare the ghosts that answered my call

On beats the fear that keeps my step sure
On stare the ghosts that answered my call

Executive Shoebox
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The pavement digs in my shoes with signals for the blind
And my throat feels like tar and there’s glue in my mind

In the dirt and in the litter
On my shirt and in the rain

There’s no substitute for these four walls
No other way to arrange my space

A job can’t wine or dine you it just makes you value home
And it takes a piece of day to drag up the stairs in a foil tray

In the dirt and in the litter
On my shirt and in the rain

There’s no substitute for these four walls
No other way to arrange my space

Nowhere else will tolerate me and I won’t tolerate them
Nowhere else will tolerate me and I won’t tolerate them

Your life’s an interview where you hog all the light
From mild-mannered hosts who indulge you all the time
Your spiritual journey shows the down side of therapy
Toytown psychology plays havoc with your behind

Oh you know, I fear you lack closure

Freudian cosmology and self actuality
Talkshow philosophy and playground theology
Oh your Daddy’s not cruel enough to be a leading man
Your Mother’s not mad enough to need a stalking ban

Your life is a script and you wrote all the lines
They’re lazy and they’re obvious, been used to many times
Oh pity your history not poor enough to matter
Oh no more second album your ethnic strings in tatters

Oh you know, you fear you lack substance

Freudian cosmology and self actuality
Talkshow philosophy and playground theology
Oh, your Daddy’s not cruel enough to be a leading man
Your Mother’s not mad enough to need a stalking ban

Oh you know you lack sparkle
In fact you lack……. Pizazz

Who needs the pouring rain?

All the alcoholics in the town centre
On cold benches clutching Kestrel Super

Who needs the pouring rain?
Who needs the pouring rain?

On cold benches clutching Kestrel Super
Their view caves in a hundred times over

We’re dragged up by trash like you
Selling us the glamour of fast food
We’re dragged up by trash like you
Who needs your pouring rain?

All the histrionics in the town centre
All the coloured banners clamour for consumers

Who needs the pouring rain?
Who needs the pouring rain?

All the coloured banners clamour for consumers
And our view caves in a hundred times over

We’re dragged up by trash like you
Selling us the glamour of fast food
We’re dragged up by trash like you
Who needs your pouring rain?

Solidarity
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I am one with all the prisoners
I am one with all the victims
I am one with your brittle bones
I am one with all your children
(Though not in that way)

I’m at school at around hometime
With a clipboard and a plaster
Taking notes in my new blazer
Making calls on my new phone

Or I’ll pretend I’m a cleaner
Leaving water everywhere

I think you’ll find that I’m consistent
When your team starts to lose
I think you’ll find my form will greet you
When your team start to lose

When sleep is kicking up a fuss
And night-time loses grainy colour
I think you’ll find that I’m consistent
When all the shadows loose their guts
And you can’t find a better rate……
I think you’ll find that I’m consistent

I am one with all homeowners
I am one with daytime viewers
I am one with desperate actors
I am one with free-phone numbers