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Spirogyra Album Lyrics Part 2
'Old Boot Wine' & 'Bells Boots & Shambles'
Old Boot Wine
Dangerous Dave
He’s got a gun he really thinks he’s something
He don’t have to run he got a sub machine gun
He told his Mum he’s gonna join the army
Look at your son he’s gonna be a man Ma
He got a uniform
Over the seas he’s gonna fight for freedom
Waving a flag he’s gonna be a hero
Never afraid, he’s gonna conquer evil
Do as he’s told and make a perfect soldier
He got a uniform
Watch yourself soldier boy you missed the point son
Discipline soldier boy, you disappoint me
You just do not, you just do not see
You’re needing a skirt to hide your lack of brain boy
Don’t it just hurt to have to think yourself boy
A clear right and wrong, there’ll be no complications
No need to think or write those disertations
He got a uniform
Watch yourself soldier boy you missed the point son
Discipline soldier boy, you disappoint me
You just do not, you just do not see
Caught in a crumbling castle, who are we
Torn by salvations dragon, hope lives on
And so down into a time
where Liberty and Freedom have no significance
in the current economic crisis
Van Allen’s Belt
Looking I opened wide
Daring my eyes to find
Standing on the edge can we go forward
Living in fear of it
And yet too near to return
Slipping, I fell inside
Crumbling walls collide
Breaking preconceived ideas like matchsticks
No rock to stand on it
No sure reality world
It’s so wide
It’s so wide
It’s so wide
Come a little closer to me
If you think you dare
Nothing else can matter to me
All the rest is air
Magic has drawn me in
Giving my eyes to you
Herein lies a message
Keep it secret
I have no chains for you
There are no ties in the world
It’s so wide
It’s so wide
It’s so wide
Runaway * (Steve Borrill)
Run, run, run, runaway
Today’s a holiday
Today we needn’t worry
About the clothes we wear
No more ‘geog’ on the old school bog
no cracks about our hair
Janitor Giles, you cannot see me
Janitor Giles, it’s great to be free
Hide, hide, hide, hide away
Today it’s truant we play
Dodgy school inspectors
Will not suspect we’re here
No more French on the old school bench
No clouts behind our ears
Janitor Giles, you cannot see me
Janitor Giles, it’s great to be free
But life is what you make it
And you missed school today
Good old Smithy and his pals
What keeps them away
We’re going round
We dare not make a sound
To the house of my best friend
To a shed that he has found
And oh you’ll have to gasp
As he takes out and shows to you the photograph
Takes out and shows to you the photograph
What the picture shows
Is awfully clear to me
My friends older than I
Fest their eyes so greedily
But I shall run away and go upstairs and play with my model railway
What goes on at night
When there is no-one else around
Is the strangest part of growing up that I’ve yet found
Though what the doe and rabbit did today at school was real
It failed to answer questions about the way I feel
Maybe I’m a queer?
It could be by tomorrow
The answers will be found
In these pages of a magazine
The Vicars left around
And late into the night
We will wonder if the dialog was right
We will wonder if the dialog was right
Wonder if my parents worry about this kind of thing
Or am I artificial, has my dad lost his sting?
A lovely girl lives up the road
She’s much older than I
I’d really like to know her
Give the whole theory a try
To see if it is real
To see just how it feels
Hush now the boy is sleeping
And we don’t want him to wake him until the morning
He’s got a hard day to take
At the school that he hates
And so let’s leave him dreaming
Until the morning sun shines through his window
Let’s leave him dreaming
Until the morning
Let’s leave him dreaming
Grandad
Stuck in an old
Home for lonely folks
Gazing from his window at the snow
Where did you go so wrong?
You struggled all your life
To keep your children warm and safe
Make the world a better
World a better place
Stuck in an old
Home for lonely folks
Gazing from his window at the snow
Through two long wars
And many years of strife
What is the value of a life?
Men well oiled and functioning
Is science in control?
You’re better off now where you are
I hope you rest
I hope you rest in peace
Wings Of Thunder
I’m 21, but gosh I do feel old!
Too much concerned
With things which shouldn’t worry me
Or hurry me, or make me rush
I’m really flash, but gosh I do feel bad!
Completely smashed
Careering down life’s avenues
I’m out of place and out of touch
Rolling over on Wings of Thunder
We’re riding out to the Sun
Haring over on Wings Of Thunder
We’re bound to make it the Sun, Sun, Sun, Sun
We’re gonna make it the Sun
Now I’m in love, and she has got me hooked
But things are good
With poor old me delirious
She takes it all so serious
Rolling over on Wings of Thunder
We’re riding out to the Sun
Haring over on Wings Of Thunder
We’re bound to make it the Sun, Sun, Sun, Sun
We’re gonna make it the Sun
My head has spread, it won’t stay in one place
Confused and laced
I’m liking going haywire
And I find I have a taste for the pace
Rolling over on Wings of Thunder
We’re riding out to the Sun
Haring over on Wings Of Thunder
We’re bound to make it the Sun, Sun, Sun, Sun
We’re gonna make it the Sun
World’s Eyes
World’s Eyes – see for miles
Light
We are gonna help you
We are gonna help you
Each man is human, we all need each other
And walls burn eyes
Light
We are gonna help you
I’m not a person, my cells are exploding
I’m you, yearn, insane?
Go from this room
Leave right away
There’s nothing here
There’s nothing here to make you stay
It’s not so sad
You’ll find another
You’ll find someone who needs a home
That you can share
You’re very young
There’s time to put away your cares
But don’t forget
We were together
And through forever
I will know that you were there
You need to laugh
So go to where the light is clear
As for understanding
If there’s such a thing existing
There’s a sparkle in your eyes
I find it hard to put in words
And you take me to the depth of sorrow
Pleading for no more tomorrow
Hanging on the edge of moments
I can’t bear to end
I’d have loved you if you’d seen beyond the time
You gotta know we’re waiting here
You gotta know we’re waiting here
You gotta know
All things will flow
As sure as water
As sure as silence
I will meet you once again
Nothing will change
There are no changes
There’s only pages
Where the book remains the same
Give fortune time
And we will meet between these lines
As for understanding
If there’s such a thing existing
There’s a sparkle in your eyes
I find it hard to put in words
And you take me to the depth of sorrow
Pleading for no more tomorrow
Hanging on the edge of moments
I can’t bear to end
I’d have loved you if you’d been beyond the line
You gotta know we’re waiting here
You gotta know we’re waiting here
You gotta know, You gotta know
You Gotta know
Don’t Let It Get You
The facts of life are very simple
A job some money, settle down
There’s lots of things that may distract you
Ignore them, lest they do you harm
They say a dreamer always stumbles
They say a dreamer has to fall
Onto the rocks of what is solid
Into the arms of what is all
Don’t let it get you
My eyes were cracked my body broken
My thoughts all bent my seam was torn
Stood lost in space with no direction
When suddenly I heard a call
Don’t let it get you
What is this point of no returning
Where I am standing with my friends
There is no basis left for learning
There is no start or end
Don’t let it get you
Disraeli’s Problem * (Steve Borrill)
Just seen the soldiers on patrol in Derry
What they thinking?
Bet they wish they could stay at home
Go out drinking in the evening
Just seen the newsprint tonight
Violence increasing, an explosion
Suddenly a public house went off bang
Foul play suspected, someone’s cheating
Surely you see at the top of the stairs
A young mother cries
Convinced that her husband lies bleeding, defying
While 13 more died
See how her eyes glow
She’s going insane
And you tell me enquiries will show
Whose to blame
But next Sunday at 2, will happen again, again.
So you think you can get away
Go down to Brighton for a season
Discuss the issues from day to day
Looking for reasons on paper
Surely you see at the side of the road
What looks like a bomb
Shoppers with children lie bleeding and dying
But what have they done
See how our eyes glow
We’re going insane
And you tell me enquiries will show
Whose to blame
But Maudling, you fool, it will happen again, again
A Canterbury Tale
There’s smoke in the hills
And dust in the valley
They’re burning candles now in Canterbury
And there’s roads that go East
And roads that go West
And roads to the sea to see where the seagulls fly
And there was a group who played in the country
And sang through the changes
Young hearts must needs be finding
I see dispersion
New roads are calling us
And though that means a parting
It is not for always
You should not be lonely
How I’m going to miss you
What do you think of yourself
Do you think of yourself
As a lion or a tiger?
Do you have eyes for the dark
Can you play in the park
With no fear of the strangers?
We will not be frightened
How do you handle your life
Are you conquered by strife
Are you wholly receptive?
Are you surrendered to doubt
Do you keep a look out
Are you open to changes?
We will not be frightened
Bells Boots & Shambles
The Furthest Point
Body and matter just flow
Into an infinite number of variables
Which can be meaningless or false
Or disproved by scientific negotiations
Whilst Love, Mind and Limb
Are easily interchangeable
In the hands of physicians
Perfectly equipped
With all the modern devices
So you stand there, merely bewildered
And looking at the Moon
We are the stars
We are the furthest point you can see
We are we
Don’t be sad if I should say
That once upon a time I was a young man
Filled with thoughts of special beauty
Living well on hopes
But nothing solid
Life, Life
Turn away and make a million
Gather all you can and make it your land
But remember at the end
You’ll look and see you’re nothing but a dead man
Life, life
But ee, we started off so wide eyed
Never doubting success
But it were foolish to undertake such a mammoth task
As re-organisation of molecular history
And there’s absolutely no basis
For any particular currency of thought
When living in
McLuhan’s Media, awareness area
Communicating with each atom that explodes
We are the stars
We are the furthest point you can see
We are we
Who can you trust
to be your friend in this division
when standing in the middle of
a mighty bad collision
It’s always best to stay amused
Well us lot here
We’re waiting for a big salvation
Someone whose gonna stop decay
And get on with creation
Someone whose gonna save the world
The sort of chap who bridges gaps
And sorts out muddles
A smashing bloke who’ll help the dregs
And drag big heads in puddles
I wonder if it might be me
But no that’s daft
You’re nowhere near to being that super
No our chap, he’ll be just the job
The sort to have in clinches
We’ll know him cause he’ll be alive
We’ll know him cause he’ll be alive
We’ll know him cause he’ll be alive
If you are old, you may be moved
You’ll know all things must pass
And you will think about the song
You sang when you were young
And there was glory
Old Boot Wine
Don’t be scarred of shadows
Nasty men who lurk
Lots of rotten bullies
Pushing you around
They will never steal
What it means to feel
The wonders of being without
Where I stand it seems that existence
Is resistance to despair
Now I know my life’s not been easy
But at least it has been there
Sometimes there’ll be good times
Some folk can be kind
But the wind that blows inside us
Will be blind
For this time I have waited for ages
All my pages have been dry
I’ve been lost in a swirling of potions
All my motives have been high
Over every molehill
Under every mile
For the essence of motion is devotion
To the wheel
So you see I’m not going to mind it
Or define it in degrees
Every inch of being is like all time
Is the right time to be free
Parallel Lines Never Separate
The lights were high and burning
The room was filled up with men
Some playing cards for higher stakes
Some looking into telescopes pointed within them
Are you with me
It’s you and me
I feel you’re on my side
Are you my space
A trace of lace
A face that’s near to mine
They’re going back
They’ve had it
They’re slipping up on their ends
Theses foolish men
With eyes of ice
The culmination of things
That were never inevitable
Are you my wing, my everything
My platform to the sky
Are you my gem, a star for them
Upon the other side
I’m caught on a cloud
A feeling not defined
I’m floating away
A stranger with no eyes
A loser with no ties
The laughter rings
We’ve plenty to do
I never would complain
Feet losing the ground
I’m always out of time
I always miss the line
It doesn’t count
But Oh no, no. no, no
Why must I always be far away
Gone astray
Caught like a bubble in the wind
They took him away
They said that he was bad
He told them the truth
They said he had to pay
They said he couldn’t stay
They always chose
But Oh no, no. no
Why must I always be far away
Gone astray
Acting like traitors
Trapped in time
Spiggly
Love so easy
Love so fine
Into our lives
The time we always needed
No more to stray in shadow
I feel us make it
Hope we make it
Over
An Everyday Consumption Song
I asked him to take me upstairs
Where the music was loud
He said things have changed
I’m consumed, I belong to the crowd
My life’s an echo
Where do I stand in relation to you
And the world spins round
They say the world spins round
Am I alive
And my head spins round
I say my head spins round
I’ve been confined
Feelings defying description are troubling me
I’m in a vacuum
A nameless statistical sea
My life’s a number
Seeking a factor to treble it’s value to three times three
Equals the point where they’ll maximise me
Three blind mice at an amazing price
Come in and see
Here with the swingers
I never make it
I’m out of date
My life is useless
Rupert refuses
To be my friend
We will think of you
Think of you
Rupert’s gone funny
He’s got a boyfriend
I’m out of place
Faces keep changing
Nothing is stable
I’ve lost the race
We will think of you
Think of You
The Sergeant Says
The sergeant says
You’ve got to turn down the lights
It’s the things you keep concealed
That makes you safe in the night
Not the stars
The sergeant says
That if there’s room at the top
He’ll be sure to let you through
To give the things that you’ve got
If you fit
We’ve been living on air, oh yeah
We’ve been living on air, oh yeah
The sergeant says
That if you’re nearing the phone
Will you kindly check transmission
As the meters have gone
Out of phase
And I suggest
That if you’re thinking of her
That the best thing you can do
Is to forget she exists
And get on
You’ve been living on air, oh yeah
You’ve been living on air, oh yeah
And she lives in a block of flats
She’s always on her own
I’ve tried to get in touch with her
But she’s not on the phone
And every avenue you lead
It’s never where you are
The stars that blow into the night
Are never very far
And so I play the game
Of the gone insane
And the never, never, never can tells
And I try my best
To get on through the test
Of the never, never, never can tells
I’m becoming aware, oh yeah
I’m becoming aware, oh yeah
So this may well be the last song I write
Cause I can’t touch the truth
When the words don’t seem right
Well, who cares?
I’ll leave you now with a silent salute
To the man dressed in armour
Who has stolen your youth and your charm
We’ve been living on air, oh yeah
We’ve been living on air, oh yeah
But one day I will find a way
To save her from her plight
It may well take a million years
But she will see the light
Because I’ve had enough of the hoochy coo
And the never, never, never can tells
And I’m going back to the human zoo
To see if animals are relatives of mine
To see if animals are relatives of mine
To see if animals are relatives, if animals are relatives
If animals are relatives of mine
Of mine mine mine mine mine
In The Western World
a) In The Western World
I wake my days, look at the world
How it laughs at a man who can have no place
Put on a smile, into the streets
How they ache for the smell of a sunny field
But still machines they grind
And life is harder now than it has been before
They say you’re mad
Look at the wealth in the western world
For a boy with brains
Please come with us
We’ll buy your soul
With the privilege of a chosen few
And so machines they grind
And life is harder now
Than it has been before
b) Jungle Lore
We came away from the sea
There was you, there was me
There were others
We made a home on the land
Where we found we could stand
In the sunlight
Nearly there, nearly there
We fought for life in the gap
Where we found we’d a knack, for survival
All forms of live were controlled
They were bought, they were sold
They were smothered
Nearly there, nearly there
If life is a plight
In a jungle fight
Must we now turn on our brothers?
If life is a case
Of strong and weak
Will the strong now devour all the others
Or themselves?
There is no room anymore
Nowhere left to escape, no evasion
There is no choice anymore
We must now learn to live with each other
Or implode, or implode
If life is a plight
In a jungle fight
Must we now turn on our brothers?
If life is a case
Of strong and weak
Will the strong now devour all the others
Or themselves?
Hey look at the race
I wonder who is winning
I wonder if they know
It doesn’t mean a thing
Hey look at the pace
Stability is spinning
But then it doesn’t matter to a clown
A clown
c) Coming Back
A knight in arms, a knight in dark
As he turns we are digested
A face lit up, beyond despairing
This voice that was rejected
Give it back to the shores of Albion
Where the mills were first abused
Give it back to the folk in search of hope
Give it back the will to live
A strange recluse, this thought elusive
We cheated with excuses
Amid the rush of evil forces
Abusing our resources
Coming back the tide
That can’t be stopped
The wheels that always roll
Coming back beyond the eyes of greed
Coming back inside your soul
A nearer man has never feared
Than the one Who is within you
The voice you heard before you died
When your mind was most receptive
Coming back from below
Through all these years
At last I hear the bells
Coming back with winds
That fill the sails
Of rags, defeat and fools
Coming back the tide that can’t be stopped
The wheels that always roll
Coming back with winds to fill the sails
Of rags, defeat and fools
d) Western World Reprise
(A jolly good idea!)
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