New Model Army

Songs

125 m.p.h. 225 51st State All Of This Ambition Archway Towers Ballad Ballad Of Bodmin Pill BD7 Before I Get Old Better Than Them Brother Burning Season Bury The Hatchet Caslen Chinese Whispers Coming Up Drag It Down Eleven Years Falling Family Family Life Far Better Thing Freedom '91	Frightened F (Sharp) NY Get Me Out Grandmother's Footsteps Green And Grey Heroes Higher Wall If You Can't Save Me Inheritance Innocence Knife Lights Go Out Lovesongs Lurhstaap Lust For Power Marrakesh Master Race My Country No Greater Love No Rest Nothing Touches Over The Wire Poison Street	Purity Rainy Night 65 Refugee See You In Hell Shot 18 Song To The Men Of England Southwest Space Still Here Stupid Questions Sunset The Attack The Charge The Hunt The World Trees In Winter Vagabonds Vanity Wanting Western Dream Whirlwind White Coats Young, Gifted And Skint

Frightened It's all out on the streets today But you, you've found a place to hide Too busy with the ratrace You pass by on the other side Yours is the face of the brand new Britain With blinkers on your eyes Find yourself position And cling on for dear life You're so frightened Everybody's so frightened The papers tell of rape and murder Everything that you want to hear Bad tidings on the radio You find a way to name your fear So you never pick up hitchhikers Never talk to strangers Believe the world outside your Bolted door is evil You're so frightened Everybody's so frightened You are just a victim of your own bad dreams While people are the same as we've always been But through the blindness in your eyes For just one minute I see their shame - Love me, won't you love me And they all turn away You never fight for anything You always turn your face away And you never get involved in trouble Let all evil have its way So as the girl screams in the street below You turn up the television Perhaps you'll see it on the news Well it's nothing to do with you You're too frightened Everybody's so frightened Why is everybody so frightened Everybody's so frightened

Ambition Stepping out onto the stage The smalltown star tonight Flexes out for fame and fortune Into the lights The way she tears into the heart Makes me realise That I never understood hatred Until I looked into those eyes - she cries No one's going to talk down to me again No one's ever going to patronise me again I'm going to get out of this town Steal myself a crown I'm going to get myself some power If it's the last thing that I do Heading out of Bradford With a ticket on the train And a faith as hard as steel And as sharp as any pain Gets pictures in the papers Smiling oh so good While she lies in bed with racing dreams Hot as blood Cos love will make you happy And love will keep you warm And love can build a cushion To keep you safe from harm But hate will drive you onwards Hate will drive you upwards Till you can get back all the bastards Whoever tried, oh how they tried to put you down And when she's gone forever Please don't lay her down to rest In a quiet little churchyard Along with all the rest Throw a great big party To remember that she lived Give her headlines on the TV To remember who she is Cos no one's ever going to talk Down to her again No, no one's ever going to patronise her again She's going to get out of this town Steal herself a crown She's going to get herself some power If it's the last thing, the last thing that she does If it's the one thing that she does If it's the only thing that she ever does

Grandmother's Footsteps Come with me my little innocents There's a game that we can play See how much we can change your world While you look the other way Turn around as if to see If you can catch us cheat And all you'll find are shining presents Laid down at your feet... Take the bait... Take the bait... Take the bait... Television is flash and coke is nice And you can have the rest Dream those dreams you've always had Of wealth and power and sex We'll run your mines, your factories And we'll take our little toll And you can have these missiles too While we maintain control Creeping creeping footsteps Around the world, around the world While they promise us Everything we've ever wanted, ever wanted Creeping creeping footsteps Around the world, around the world While they promise us Everything we've ever wanted, ever wanted Hush now, don't you cry, you cry Don't you realise your crime, your crime, your crime Your crime, your crime Like lambs go to the slaughterhouse We know our rights from wrongs But we go down to the shopping mall With 30 silver coins And somewhere out in South America Where the forests lie in ruin They shout - we'd better get these natives some clothes Because their videos are coming in soon... Creeping creeping footsteps Around the world, around the world While they promise us Everything we've ever wanted, ever wanted Creeping creeping footsteps Around the world, around the world They promised us Everything we've ever wanted, ever wanted

Better Than Them This is our town, this is Friday night Dressed in our rags and our rage and our best Piercing eyes looking for something Anything, just anyone... Stare across the floor as they begin to dance Missing all the rhythms and the chosen right steps And we laugh and we drink in our corner again We're better than them, we're better than them We're better than them, we're better than them Divided we were born, divided we live Divided we fall, divided we die Still we tell ourselves over and over again We're better than them, we're better than them We're better than them With our hunger and our hatred We all walk this town With our fear and our weakness Just holding on With our doubt and our emptiness And this cold, cold frown We've got to be so important We'll put the whole damn world down And we build the walls that we can hide behind And our finest weapon is our poisoned pride Here in this town where the jealousies burn We're watching you, we're watching you And truth is only what we need it to be To bring us survival through each and every day When nowhere is safe and nowhere is home Just be cool, be cool... And what was she wearing and what did he say Who goes with who and what did they do? We tell ourselves over and over again We're better than them, we're better than them We're better than them, we're better than them With our hunger and our hatred We all walk this town With our fear and our weakness Just holding on With our doubt and our emptiness And this cold, cold frown We've got to be so important We'll put the whole damn world down Divided we were born, divided we live Divided we fall yeah, divided we die Still we tell ourselves over and over again We're better than them, we're better than them We're better than them, we're better than them We're better than them, we're not like them Oh, we're better than them, we're better than them We're better than them, oh, there now We're better than them

My Country Tell all the people who believe what they read in the press Tell all the folk who stare from behind suburban walls The enemy is not some nation far across the sea The enemy is with us every single breathing day So yes, I will fight for my country The land that I love so well Yes - for justice A land fit for all our futures Yes, I will fight for my country The land that I love so well Hear the voices Of our history echo all around Fight all the ones who divide us rich against poor Fight all the ones who divide us white against black Fight all the powers who want their missiles in our earth Fight all the people who would lead us into war And yes, I will fight for my country The land that I love so well Yes - for justice A land fit for all our futures Yes, I will fight for my country The land that I love so well Hear the voices Of our history echo all around No rights were ever given to us by the grace of God No rights were ever given by some United Nations clause No rights were ever given by some nice guy at the top Our rights they were bought by all the blood and all the tears Of all our grandmothers and grandfathers before For all the folk who gave their lives for us For all the folk who spit out - never say die For all the fires burning in our highest hills For all the people spinning tales tonight Fight all the powers who abuse our common laws Fight all the powers who think they only owe themselves And yes, I will fight for my country The land that I love so well Yes - for justice A land fit for all our futures Yes, I will fight for my country The land that I love so well Hear the voices Of our history echo all around Yes, I will fight for my country The land that I love so well Fight for justice A land fit for all our futures Yes, I will fight for my country The land that I love so well And yes, I will fight for my country The land that I love so well...

No Greater Love There's stormclouds amassing over in the west up above the moor The city shines in grey, mills closing down on the valley floor All you can do here is survive Grit your teeth and just stay alive And never understand The young ones they dance with fire in their hearts till the years go by Till older, defeated they stare in their beer at closing time No greater love could there ever be Than what I feel for you - What you gave to me You saved my life from this... While kings are in their counting houses People just wait here in silent rows They spat and they jeered in a last desperate fear as they watched us go Oh now remember how we turned and ran Heads into the wind running hand in hand We laughed until we cried... So many tears, oh so many tears...

No Rest 4 o'clock in the morning And still we cannot sleep Turning over turning round Twisting in our sweat They say there is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God what have we done There is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God what is this evil that we've done There is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God what is this evil that we've done Is it that we wanted more than you gave Why did you put us then in this smalltown grave Humility is that what you want Why did you make us then the way you did Yes we have pride, yes we have pride - Is this our sin, is this our sin? 4 o'clock in the morning And still we cannot sleep Turning over turning round Twisting in our sweat They say there is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God what have we done There is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God what is this evil that we've done Is it the times that we've been out fighting Well I'll tell you all these times - We never really hurt anybody Or is it that we were eating While other people were starving Is this our crime? Is this our crime? 4 o'clock in the morning And still we cannot sleep Turning over turning round Twisting in our sweat They say there is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God what have we done There is no rest for the wicked ones Dear Lord what is this evil that we've done, done, done Is it the times we laughed about it all Through all those whisky nights so far away Yes we betrayed you, yes we have betrayed you - Is this our crime? Is this our crime? 4 o'clock in the morning And still we cannot sleep Turning over turning round Twisting in our sweat They say there is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God what have we done There is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God what is this evil that we must've done

Young, Gifted And Skint Young gifted and skint - That's where it int Look how easily it happened Look how easily I fell Now I'm up to here in debt There's a noose around my neck There's a price upon my head My past was all in borrowed time Stupid stupid borrowed time Now that the deed is done I'm waiting for the axe to fall Fantasies grow in my brain Run away and start again Disappear and change my name Money makes the world go round Fear makes it turn much faster Can't pay the rentmen a single thing Don't let the man from the Gas Board in Maybe this is all a dream Maybe I'll wake up again Maybe this could all be clean

Drag It Down They started work this morning Down at City Square They're pulling down the statues Of our great grandfather's hero The new books said he wasn't such A great man after all And anyway remember that the times they are a-changing Pull it down, drag it down Drag it down, pull it down Till there's nothing to look up to But the brand names on the posters all around They proved on television last night God was just a lie He never made the world at all It was just some sweet old-fashioned rite So melt down all the ornaments Move out all the graves And let us build the disco that we need for our young 'braves' Pull it down, drag it down Drag it down, pull it down Till the hopes and dreams of all the ages past Are shattered on the ground We think we are so clever killing heroes, killing magic - Till everything that's sacred is brought down to our level - For Mammon is a jealous master - leaves no room for any other All the questions left unanswered All the answers gone forever So bow to the woman in the finest fur Bow to the man with the ace street cool Bow to the woman with all the power Bow to the man with all the money In whose sight are we equal now? In whose sight are we equal now? In whose sight are we equal now? In whose sight are we equal now? Now that we've killed God Now that we've killed God Oh, now that we've killed... Pull it down, drag it down Drag it down, pull it down Till there's nothing to look up to But the brand names on the posters Pull it down, drag it down Drag it down, pull it down Till the hopes and dreams of all the ages past Are shattered on the ground

Shot 18 Thou shalt not kill - remember that? You learnt it again and again when you were young They said weapons have this safety catch Your moral conscience tells you kid, what's right what's wrong Well they make out like they're so surprised But it's easy when you're civilised Count to ten, close your eyes The way it's always been. Shot 18, Shot 18, Shot 18 Well I think I was a bit surprised I never knew I was so anaesthetised And triggers pull so lightly And people die so easy - I never realised Yes I believe in common laws I believe in even scores I understand the rules of war The way the slate is cleaned. Shot 18, Shot 18, Shot 18 Who wants another Christian martyr Who wants someone else's pain Who wants the world on their shoulder Who wants to have to cry in vain Who wants to have an open sore Eating away deep inside you Who wants to torture themselves When there's plenty eager to do it for you Well years might heal all the scars But I don't know if you feel like you have that time And if I was the man who killed your father If I said I'm sorry would that change your mind Well no one should be so surprised That words don't pay for victims' lives It's teeth for teeth, eyes for eyes The way it's always been... Shot 18, Shot 18, Shot 18 Shot 18, Shot 18

The Attack Now the talking's over Plans are laid and the hour is set Glances round the table Eyes all shining, dark and bright We meet again at daybreak For the day that will be ours We're tomorrow's history So just check your weapons, say your prayers Now the evening's over Voices muffled in the cold night mist We leave the house together Home to rest up in the last few hours Heads against the pillows With eyes that will not close Of all the dreams that we've ever had This is the one, oh this is the one Now the night is over Dawn cracks open like a breaking shell Now the waiting's over As we walk in silence through the empty street We meet beneath the tower Greetings empty like the taste inside Turn towards the valley And the day that has waited for us all our lives Even in this age of concrete Even in this age of reason There comes a time when you put your life Into the hands of the Gods...

The Hunt We went into town on the Tuesday night Searching all the places that you hang about We're looking for you In the back street cellar dive drinking clubs In the discotheques and the gaming pubs We're looking for you You will pay the price for my own sweet brother And what he has become And a hundred other boys and girls And all that you have done... We picked up the trail at the Seven Crowns One of your cronies - he was doing your rounds We followed him Just a silhouette figure up Market Pass Where the headlamps shine on the broken glass We followed him Over the bridge by the old canal Where the shadows dance on the lighted wall He stopped to light up a cigarette And we dived into a doorway No police, no summons, no courts of law No proper procedure, no rules of war No mitigating circumstance No lawyers fees, no second chance There are lasses getting trouble on their own home beat There are old folk battered in the open street In this city of ours There are eyes that see but say nothing at all There are ears that hear but they don't recall In this city of ours So we followed your man back to your front door And we're waiting for you outside Cos not everybody here is scared of you Not everybody passes on the other side No police, no summons, no courts of law... And we could spend our whole lives waiting For some thunderbolt to come And we could spend our whole lives waiting For some justice to be done Unless we make our own No police, no summons, no courts of law

Lights Go Out I went to my mother, Said - please make me king I went to my mother Said - I've got to be king She said son - well you've got to wait your turn Patience is a virtue that you never seemed to learn You were born with nothing, to nothing you'll return Now, now the lights go out There's no warning Now, now the lights go out There's no reason Now, now the voices cry We don't don't need you I went to my father Said please make me king Went to my father Said - I've got to be king He said son - you've got to do your time I've done 53 years and I haven't yet done mine You're just one of the millions waiting in line Now, now the lights go out There's no warning Now, now the lights go out There's no reason Now, now the voices cry We don't don't need you History gave us meaning, gave us a place Gave my father reasons for the lines on his face But we asked for the money and money they gave And God how that made us easy to enslave So today at the office we picked up the cheque The handshake of gold, the stab in the back The old men went home silent and bowed The young men went drinking, drowning it out So in every street, in every town Comes some young pretender Just gunning for a crown - take it, take it all But now, now the lights go OUT...

51st State Look out of your windows, watch the skies Read all the instructions with bright blue eyes We're W.A.S.Ps, proud American sons We know how to clean our teeth And how to strip down a gun We're the 51st state of America Our star-spangled Union Jack flutters so proud Over the dancing heads of the merry patriotic crowd Tip your hat to the Yankee conqueror We've got no reds under the bed With guns under our pillows We're the 51st state of America Here in the land of opportunity Watch us revel in our liberty You can say what you like But it doesn't change anything 'Cos the corridors of power Are an ocean away... We're the 51st state of America

All Of This There's a sentry in a uniform To watch the VIPs along the hall Strategical discussions taking place Behind the steel plated wall The agents issue the statements To the waiting press who circulate the words Justification propaganda Western foreign policy across the world In the name of the people All of this done in the name of the people They read their books and study hard Cigarettes lit in the claustrophobic gloom West of the University Road The world outside is ghost-like in the room Frustrated and impatient and Intelligence sharp and twisted like a child Death is an aphrodisiac now The fuses on the table slowly wired In the name of the people All of this done in the name of the people Hold me tight, hold me fast Standing here on the wrong side Of this bullet-proof glass There are no questions left for us to ask It's soldiers' night at the discotheque Pick up a girl and drink to home afar Spending money like water On the watered drinks available at the bar The ones who never were given much Never asked much of anything in recall But there's a black bag in the corner And it doesn't belong to anyone here at all In the name of the people All of this done in the name of the people

Poison Street We were singing in the rain Like we invented singing There's a light in the sky From a million street lights And we danced all the steps From those old time movies Rolling down the hill With laughing hearts In Poison Street they guard the gates With bitter, bitter tongues In Poison Street we'll laugh out loud Till the shadows go melt away And I love you now Like I love you always ever Kissing in the dark Like a couple of kids You gave me life You gave me light and thunder Like a blind man sees For the very first time In Poison Street we'll go crashing Through the walls that history made for us In Poison Street we'll spring the traps And race away So just a kick For this dark damned city of ours And a kiss Yeah a kiss for you And just a drink A toast to the days to come Now Poison Street won't break us any more We were singing in the rain Like we wrote that song There's a light in the sky From the street lights all around You gave me life You gave me light and thunder Like a man makes fire For the very first time In Poison Street...

Western Dream Gather round and listen And I'll tell you how it's done How they manage to make idiots Out of everyone Take a human population With their hunger and their pain And the weaknesses that cripple them Again and again Invent a splendid party Where the dreams can be won And with bright flashing lights The heartaches are gone With sex and with money And with everything for free Then show tantalising glimpses Every night on TV Watch the dirty hands That laboured hard for you Stretching out like children For a crumb that they can chew Give a car and vidio A little bit to spare And go on promising That more could all be theirs All lies all lies All schemes all schemes Every winner means a loser In the western dream The producer swears silently It cannot be heard And the camera crew are muttering Those four letter words Another take is needed So the show can go on With a patronising smile And a popular song They tell you when to laugh They tell you when to cheer So the audience at home Will get the right idea They watch like children Left out of a playground gang Conforming their lives The way they hope will get them in All lies all lies All schemes all schemes Every winner means a loser In the western dream It seems to me sometimes There's only two ways to choose In this whirlpool made Of a thousand years Either live in these ghettoes And know your place Or you trample over everyone In the human race I wish we could find Another way to go Without the Ghost of Cain In everything we do The bitterness in failure And the dirt in success This is the choice This is our choice All lies all lies All schemes all schemes Every winner means a loser In the western dream

Lovesongs Under darkening thundering towering skies We live through these painful days Walking like strangers in streets of damnation Under the enemy's gaze Well we all create monsters Come back for their masters The prices the Devil reclaims It's funny I never thought I'd be the one who would change Now above and beyond the roofs of our city The sunset spreads silent and gold And we're passing the time not thinking about you Lost in our own little world Well the other night we put the radio on When we ran out of things we could say But it always plays lovesongs When you're far away Forget all the lies, forget all the trouble Forget all the things that I've done And please believe like I still believe The best is yet to come The truth is yet to come So damn all the world And damn their demands And all the things that they say Cos they always play lovesongs When you're far away

Heroes We are not children any more The fists you made they are come Bashing at your door Your legacy is waiting in the wings And there's something so familiar In the hunger that we bring We don't want to be like you Don't want to live like you Learn by our own mistakes, thankyou Forcing time and pushing through You are not our heroes anymore Dim the lights the time is come Into the ring the father and the son Sown in sweat and passion long ago And now the blood on our hands Is the same as our own... And the man has the skill And the man has the power But the boy has the will to win And so much time... You are not our heroes anymore If you knew then What you know now to be true You never would have started This whole chain we're going through And you love us now But you hate us still And we hate you now But we love you still... You are not our heroes anymore You are not my mother You are not my father...

Ballad When they look back at us and they write down their history What will they say about our generation? We're the ones who knew everything still we did nothing Harvested everything, planted nothing Well we live pretty well in the wake of the goldrush Floating in comfort on waves of our apathy Quiety gnawing away at Her body Until we mortgage the future, bury our children Storehouses full with the fruits we've been given We send off the scragends to suckle the starving But still we can't feed this strange hunger inside Greedy, restless and unsatisfied I was never much one for the great "big bang" theory Going out in a blaze of suicidal glory Not foolish and brave, these leaders of ours Just stupid and petty, unworthy of power... Just a little leak here and a small error there Another square mile poisoned forever A series of sad and pathetic little fizzles And out go the lights, never to return The affair it is over, the passion is dead She stares at us now with ice in Her eyes But we turn away from these bitter reproaches And take up distractions to forget what we're doing Well I stand on these hills and I watch Her at night A thousand square miles, a million orange lights Wounded and scarred, She lies silent in pain Raped and betrayed in the cold acid rain And I wish and I wish We could start over again Yes I wish and I wish We could win back Her love once again...

Master Race Well we all learned how to use a fork and a knife How sometimes we have to wear a suit and tie And understand these things are what give us the right To go around the world acting superior We live with missiles and the arnaments cash With rewritten histories and a fictional past And though some of us still have questions to ask This ship she sails without a captain Goddamn this master race that we're born in Goddamn this howling wolf that we're serving I've had it up to here... The opposition, we ain't doing so well Our understanding is weak and our knowledge is small And though kids scrawl frustration on the back street wall Most of them can't even spell bastard Goddamn this master race that we're born in Goddamn this howling wolf that we're serving Sometimes all I know is that cold wind blows Down the valley from the mountain snows On these muggy nights I lie awake And wait for the thunder and the skies to break But they are god and they are strong And they can name the right and wrong And they reclaim the things they own They call us now... So Candy please forgive these things that I've done When the master race calls I know sometimes that I run And you mean more to me now than you ever did before As I try to stay away from their clutches Goddamn this master race that we're born in Goddamn this howling wolf that we're serving

The World The roll of distant thunder breaks The afternoon of silence wakes They hurry through from Petergate As if they know this dance In fury blind I drive at night Across the moors, the open roads Beneath the freezing starry skies Racing in some trance These cities are illusions of Some triumph over Nature's laws We've seen the iron carcass rust And building topple into dust And as the waters rise it seems We cling to all the rootless things The Christian lies, technology While spirits scream and sing... Oh God I love the world Well I never said I was a clever man But I know enough to understand That the endless leaps and forward plans Will someday have to cease You blind yourselves with comfort lies Like lightning never strikes you twice And we laugh at your amazed surprise As the Ark begins to sink This temple that is built so well To separate us from ourselves Is a power grown beyond control A will without a face And watching from outside I wish That I could wash my hands of this But we are locked together here This bittersweet embrace Oh God I love the world And if one day the final fire Explodes across the whitened sky I know you've said you'd rather die And make it over fast With courage from your bravest friends Waiting outside for the end With no bitterness but an innocence That I can't seem to grasp I know somehow I will survive This fury just to stay alive So drunk with sickness weak with pain I can walk the hills one last time Scarred and smiling, dying slow I'll scream to no one left at all I told you so I told you so I told you so Oh God I love the world

Stupid Questions It's not a crime to be innocent These things we have not done But you're not some little child Spring is past and gone Well I know my craving heart And I've seen your vicious eyes And I think we know the truth Both you and I Don't flutter your lashes like a little girl And ask me why it's such a cruel cruel world, no Don't ask any more stupid questions You already know the answers to Well you can kill with the best of them But your smile remains so sweet When someone comes to eat me alive Well I like to see their teeth If you really want I can name the names Be an angel of death at the children's games, so Don't ask any more stupid questions You already know the answers to Well I know that you do There comes a time in your life You've got to grow up fast And I think that your time Is coming now here at last It's not a crime to be innocent These things we have not done But you cannot run forever Spring is past and gone Waiting in line at the fortune teller Waiting to hear some more pretty lies, he says Don't ask any more stupid questions You already know the answers to

225 She stares at the screen At the little words of green Tries to remember what to do next There's a trace of frustration That crosses her face Searching for the key she should press And I would help her If I only knew how But these things are a mystery to me too And it seems that the Corporate Eyes they are watching She fears for her job And the moments are passing I stare at her nametag And think to myself Both you and I, we never asked For any of this So let's take a walk Up past the chemical works Where the sky turns green at night And we'll talk about Getting away from here Some different kind of life But even in the freshest mountain air The jet fighters practise overhead And they're drilling these hills For uranium deposits And they'll bury the waste For our children to inherit And though this is all done For our own benefit, I swear We never asked for any of this This golden age of communication Means everyone talks at the same time And liberty just means Some freedom to exploit Any weakness that you can find Well turn off the TV just for a while Let us whisper to each other instead And we'll hope that the Corporate ears Do not listen Lest we find ourselves committing Some kind of treason And filed in the tapes Without rhyme, without reason While they tell us that it's all For our own protection, I swear We never asked for any of this

Inheritance Mother, Father, I'm doing OK On the other side of the country Far away And though I know the things That you want to hear me say Sometimes these things are hard Mother, Father, I am your son Right down to the long thin pointed face And this muddled up and twisted tongue And now I find that I'm doing all those Things you would have done Sometimes these things are hard So do I thank you? Do I curse you? These tracks stretch out before me The ones you left behind What I want and what I feel It's yours, yours, not mine Mother, Father, all those battles that have been And the long long silences that lay in between Please don't try to tell me all those were in vain Sometimes these things are hard We line up at the wedding In rows of deep set eyes In our finest formal dresses Yes, and proper suits and ties Like a family of Munsters In a really bad disguise... So do I thank you? Do I curse you? These tracks stretch out before me The ones you left behind What I want and what I feel It's yours, yours, not mine So do I thank you? ... Do I curse you?

Green And Grey The time I think most clearly The time I drift away Is on the busride that meanders Up these valleys of green and grey I get to think about what might have been And what may yet come true And I get to pass a rainy mile Thinking of you And all the while, all the while I still hear that call From the land of gold and poison That beckons to us all Nothing changes here very much I guess you'd say it never will The pubs are all full on Friday nights And things get started still We spent hours last week with Billy boy Bleeding, yeah queueing in casualty Staring at those posters we used to laugh at Nevernever land, palm trees by the sea Well there was no need for those guys To hurt him so bad Whaen all they had to do Was knock him down But no one asks too many questions like that Since you left this town And tomorrow brings another train Another young brave steals away But you're the one I remember From these valleys of the green and the grey You used to talk about winners and losers All the time - as if that was all there was As if we were not of the same blood family As if we live by different laws Do you owe so much less to these rain-swept hills Than you owe to your good self Is it true that the world has always got To be something that always seems to happen - Somewhere else Do you think you're so brave Just to go running To that which beckons to us all For God's sake don't you realise That I still hear that call To the land of gold and poison That beckons to us all And tomorrow brings another train Another young brave steals away But you're the one I remember From these valleys of the green and the grey No, not for one second Did you look behind you As you were walking away Never once did you wish any of us well Those who had chosen to stay And if that's what it takes to make it In the place where you live today Then I guess you'll never read these Letters that I send From the valleys of the green and the grey Valleys of green and the grey...

Ballad Of Bodmin Pill Smash glass against the wall Curse the music on the radio that the neighbours play Door slams, she turns her head Watches through the window as he pulls away Funny how your racing brain drives you so mad When all the while you feel so numb Too old to be clean, far too young to be broken Like an army we come Cut back, left behind I watched you self-destructing oh so many times Shot down, once again Sitting in a chair crying What am I going to do with my life? Just learn to hide the way that you really feel Never let them know that you're scared But understand that you're not the special only one Watch us now, watch us real close How we all dance with this fire Cos it's all that we know And as the spotlight turns towards us We all try our best to show We are lost, we are freaks We are crippled, we are weak We are the heirs, we are the only true heirs To all the world Let's go build a fire down on the empty beach when the waves are crashing high White heat purify as the sparks fly up into the great black sky Sacrifice these crutches to the crackling flames Stand as silhouettes against the dawn It's far too late to try to sleep now Seems I'm never tired any more I want to dance with this fire Cos it's all that I know And as the spotlight turns towards me I just try my best to show We are lost, we are freaks We are crippled, we are weak We are the heirs to all the world We are lost, we are freaks... And we try our best to show... I am lost, I'm a freak ha ha

Family Joey puts her makeup on really well She looks cool in the flashing lights And all the boys gossip about the shape of her legs On these muddled up and drunken nights And if it's all got to end up between the sheets Well she can coo like a virgin dove But really she just doesn't want to be alone And if you want you can call that love M6 southbound roadside cafe on a wild, wet and windy night There's a kid in a sleeping bag huddled in a corner Trying to beg a light He's got mum and dad tattooed on his arm From when he thought that that would make it alright He's got hope and fear on his young boy's face Another innocent taking flight, saying Give me some place that I can go Where I don't have to justify myself Swimming out alone against this tide Looking for family, looking for tribe They said go, get out, we've got our own lives to lead Now that water is thicker than blood And every house is divided into single flats With their very own little welcome rug The shopping mall it is teeming with life Fighting for the goodies on the shelf But there's those funny old people on the escalators Talking to themselves, saying Give me some place that I can go Where I don't have to justify myself Swimming out alone against this tide Looking for family, looking for tribe Looking for family, searching for tribe Well I survive on my own for a while or so Upon a whim or a bottle of wine Just trying to make sense of these new surroundings I only changed my name a couple of times Please take me back Joey, I'm really sorry Can we try to make a happy home But she's gone with someone else and they're starting a family Trying for a clan of their own, so Give me some place that I can go Where I don't have to justify myself Swimming out alone against this tide Looking for family, looking for tribe Looking for family, searching for tribe

Family Life How did they do this to you? Tell me how did they do this to you? Were you the weapon that they used As they tore apart the family Did they bring you here As they were passing through? How did they do this to you? And now you don't want to go home And now you say that you never will go home Take a tram across the city Past the places where your brother died Of the comfort for the girls who work alone And I can't tell you that you're not alone In the cities of the far north The skies are cold and clear And loneliness is aching... And after all this time And after all these words Your hands are still shaking.. Why did they do this to you? Tell me why did they do this to you? Were they cut off from their past? Did they try to kill the future? Do we all forget the things that we once knew? In these far northern cities The skies are cold and clear And loneliness is aching... And after all this time And after all these words Your hands are still shaking... Who was it that did this to you? Tell me who was it that did this to you? Well if I could have my way I would line them up against the wall Do unto them as they have done to you Who was it that did this? Who was it that did this to you?

Vagabonds We follow the tail lights out of the city Moving in a river of red As the colours fade away from the dusky sunset We roll for the darkness ahead We are old, we are young We are in this together Vagabonds and children, yeah Prisoners forever With pulses a-raging And eyes full of wonder Kicking out behind us again Night time City Beat the radio is calling The lost and the lonely in vain Out here we are running for the wide open spaces The roadsmell after the rain We are old, we are young We are in this together Vagabonds and children, yeah Prisoners forever With pulses a-raging And eyes full of wonder Kicking out behind us again And watching as a boy alone at the quayside The ships loading cargo in the night Their names all calling to faraway places The years go past, the miles go by And still this childhood romance will not die... We are old, we are young We are in this together Vagabonds and children, yeah Prisoners forever With pulses a-raging And eyes full of wonder Kicking out behind us again

125 m.p.h. I'm heading north, I'm heading home Doing 125 I close my eyes and count to ten Ha ha yeah I'm still alive Perfect perfect tunnel vision Razor sharp and racing racing These moments, immortal No one touches this... These things they flow as blood must flow Dust to dust and wind must blow Nothing that I need to know Or ever understand These things they flow as blood must flow Dust to dust and wind must blow You can die before you get old But me, I'm going to live forever The music plays, the party swings The gaiety walls come closing in I catch your eye, you take my hand Out into the night we run Dancing down those deadend streets Howling at the moon like little kids Out on the grass at the top of the hill Your breath tastes sw... These things they flow as blood must flow Dust to dust and wind must blow Nothing that I need to know Or ever understand These things they flow as blood must flow Dust to dust and wind must blow You can die before you get old But me, I'm going to live forever And if I say I hate this place Don't take it as personal And just cos I want to kill somebody Doesn't mean to say that I will And I don't think that that makes me crazy And anyway I'm way past caring There's a ride leaves out of here at 9.00 What do you say, what do you say... Tonight we'll flow as blood must flow Dust to dust and wind must blow Nothing that I need to know Or ever understand These things they flow as blood must flow Dust to dust and wind must blow You can die before you get old But me, I'm going to live forever

Archway Towers Rolling up tab ends that the baby's collected Waiting for the number that clicks on the wall It's open season on the weak and the feeble Their meagre ambitions, their impotent fury There's bullet-proof glass in case there is trouble No doors in the building between this side and that side I've tried to wrestle some unbalanced nightmare Tell myself over that I don't really live here But the boys run away leaving blood on the pavement And a little crowd gathered to watch you pick yourself up Joining the queue at the video library To watch ninety-five minutes of simulated torture The conference hall rings to the standing ovation The people in blue ties rise from the podium Crazy with power, blinded by vision The mass-chosen leaders for a brutalised nation

The Charge Our history speaks in thunder From a thousand village halls In blood and sweat and sacrifice In honouring every call So the forces gathered against the thorn A-piercing in the side The brave new world is beckoning So the olden world must die In the offices of the city At all the tables of oak and power The snares are laid and baited For the approaching of the hour A hundred justifications And the presses are ready to roll The gateways to the nation They are firmly under control On on on, cried the leaders at the back We went galloping down the blackened hills And into the gaping trap The bridges are burnt behind us And there's waiting guns ahead Into the valley of death Rode the brave hundreds Well we called for reinforcements From the friends that we had known But this is the 1980s And we were on our own We never felt like heroes Or martyrs to a cause Just battleweary soldiers In a bloody civil war On on on, cried the leaders at the back We went galloping down the blackened hills And into the gaping trap The bridges are burnt behind us And there's waiting guns ahead Into the valley of death Rode the brave hundreds The massacre now is over And the Order new enshrined While a quarter of the nation Are abandoned far behind Their leaders offer the cliche words So righteous in defeat But no one needs morality When there isn't enough to eat The unity bond is broken And the loyalty songs are fake I'll screw my only brother For even a glimpse at a piece of the cake We only cry in private now Behind the shuttered glass When we think of the charge of this brigade The severing of the past On on on, cried the leaders at the back We went galloping down the blackened hills And into the gaping trap The bridges are burnt behind us And there's waiting guns ahead Into the valley of death Rode the brave hundreds On on on, cried the leaders at the back We went galloping down the blackened hills And into the gaping trap The bridges are burnt behind us And there's waiting guns ahead Into the valley of death Rode the brave thousands On on on, cried the leaders at the back We went galloping down the blackened hills And into the gaping trap The bridges are burnt behind us And there's waiting guns ahead Into the valley of death The brave thousands...

Chinese Whispers Such a sensitive opinion in one so young Would you like to know about everything that we've done You believe what you read in the printed line But you won't believe the evidence of your own eyes And yes I've done a lot of things You'd probably call a crime But I don't feel guilty for anything All the tongues waggle But we just smile That'll keep the little buggers Going for a while How, how you love it, how you love it You go out and you find it How you love it, how you love it Such horror, oh such a farce Just a little bit of broken glass You think yourself lucky that this was done You'll have something you can whine about for years to come... All the tongues waggle But we just smile That'll keep the little buggers Going for a while How, how you love it, how you love it You go out and you find it How you love it, how you love it Methinks the lady doth protest too much

Nothing Touches We drive in silence Beneath the grey dawning skies Past the cooling towers Where the white clouds slowly rise I watch the world through motionless eyes Nothing touches... nothing ever touches Raised as son of Empire Hardened like a piece of steel I am the master now Of all that I can see This means so much to you But nothing much to me Nothing touches... nothing ever touches Please take me home I am very young Please take me home And yes I heard you screaming As you walked out of my door And yes I've seen those bloody faces Picked up from the floor I feel nothing and yet I understand it all Nothing touches... nothing ever touches

White Coats Well we know what makes the flowers grow But we don't know why And we all have knowledge of DNA But we still die We perch so thin and fragile here Upon the land And the earth that moves beneath us We don't understand So we ruch towards the judgement day When She reclaims A toast to the Luddite martyrs then Who died in vain Down at the lab they're working still Finishing off How do we tell the people in the white coats Enough is enough is enough is enough? Hey, hey I listen to you pray As if some help will come Hey, hey She will dance on our graves When we are dead and gone When we are dead and gone You and I we made no suicide pact We didn't want to die But we watch the wall, little darling As the chemical trucks go by This desperate imitation now Of innocence Those last few days at Jonestown Ain't got nothing on this Hey, hey I listen to you pray As if some help will come Hey, hey She will dance on our graves When we are dead and gone When we are dead and gone Now beneath the fitted carpets Beyond the padded cells Within these crimes of passion The naked truth She dwells And this fury's just a part And this thunder's just a part Desire is just a part The cracking ice, the splitting rock Hey, hey I listen to you pray As if some help will come Hey, hey She will dance on our graves When we are dead and gone When we are dead and gone As children learn about the world We built that wall of sand Along the beach we laboured hard With our bare hands We worked until the sun went down Beneath the waves And the tide call rolling splashing in Washed the wall away How do we tell the people in the white coats Enough is enough?

Get Me Out Get up early every morning Just to put your make-up on The wardrobe's full of useless clothes Your winter coats are gone The jackal pack is feeding The motoway sweeps down The council tries to bribe the rich Just to stay in town Get me out Get me out of this place Get me out of this trap Get me out of my brain Ysidro down to Melbourne The pressure starts to build The bullets fly at random When you least expect they will Everybody feels guilty So anyone can pay I'm just surprised it doesn't happen every bloody day Get me out Get me out of this place Get me out of this trap Get me out of my brain So here come the nineties The temperature is rising I cannot seem to lose the stains When I wash my hands One world is rising, One world is dying And one has got its precious head Buried in the sand Get me out Get me out of this place Get me out of this trap Get me out of my brain

Space Well you walk the thinnest of the ice So easy to hurt We drove through the dark in the pouring rain And barely said a word So dress your wounds as best you can And close your tired eyes Try to climb away from here Towards the empty skies And I'll meet you there High above it all In the kiss of air, the lover's breath Visions rise from each little death As Moses stands and turns his gaze Away from the feuding tribes Walks towards the mountains And through the rocks he climbs God he orders Moses Bring the people to my will 'Leave me be' cries Moses Keeps on walking up the hill And I'll meet you there High above it all In the kiss of air, the lover's breath Visions rise from each little death And should the Devil come And should he say - 'All of this will I give to you, if you Just bow down and worship me' I'm on my knees... "The white twisted clouds and the endless shades of blue in the ocean make the hum of the spacecraft systems, the radio chatter, even your own breathing disappear. There is no cold or wind or smell to tell you that you are connected to Earth. You have an almost dispassionate platform - remote, Olympian and yet so moving that you can hardly believe how emotionally attached you are to those rough patterns shifting steadily below" (quotation from Thomas Stafford, astronaut)

Innocence We scream, you run Fall out - fall out You scream and we're gone Fall out - falling out There must have been tunes in the smoke and the beat on the dancefloor When all of the doors, they were opening for you There must have been times when you thought you were kings of the whole world With the chemicals eating away at your reason But now you're shut down, closed in We build our own little jails I've had to watch this thing so many times Another little death of innocence Now we scream, you run Fall out- fall out You scream and we're gone Fall out - falling out None of us saw the clever image you hold of yourselves The things that you thought were so cool were just a joke to everyone else Didn't they tell you when you pulled a stupid expression That when the wind changed you'd be stuck with it forever And now you're shut down, closed in With all the money you owe I've had to watch this thing so many times Another little death of innocence Now we scream, you run Fall out- fall out You scream and we're gone Fall out - falling out

Purity The rains move in eastwards In waves of succession Drawing lines of grey across the sky With history just as close As a hand on the shoulder In hunger and impatience we cry The battle against corruption Rages in each corner There must be something better, something pure And the call it is answered From the caves to the cities Come the dealers of Salvation on Earth We've seen the restless children At the head of the columns Come to purify the future with the arrogance of youth Nothing is as cruel as the Righteousness of innocents With automatic weapons and a gospel of the truth Revolution for ever Succession of the seasons Within the blood of nature All raised to rot and die This purity, purity is a lie Now immaculate conception in sterilised laboratories How this vanity goes on Or in the message of the preacher With his morals and obsessions The wars that we wage upon ourselves Purity is a virtue, purity is an angel Purity is for madmen to make fools of us all So forgive yourself my friend All this will soon be over What happened here tonight is nothing at all Revolution for ever Succession of the seasons Within the blood of nature All raised to rot and die This purity, purity is a lie I will always see Brendan At that broken down piano His fingers thick and red shaking on the keys Battered by the years Of alcohol and working Still playing with the faith that never leaves So sit us down, buy us a drink Tell us a good story Sing us a song we know to be true I don't give a damn That I never will be worthy Fear is the only enemy that I still know

Whirlwind I felt a shiver in the heathaze And the waiting time is over Strange tongues on the airwaves As the voices call from distant lands I saw which was the winning side But still I joined the other And I'm in love with every strange unfolding day As the storm begins to break cover So let the whirlwind blow - through the ice, the melting snows - across the freezing skies and the tiny lights below And so we shutter up the doorways As the ripples move towards us For a moment stop breathing She wakes and stirs beneath our feet The Order try to stand their ground While every battlefront is shifting They still believe that they can hold the reins But then they've got no sense of history So let the whirlwind blow - through the ice, the melting snows - across the freezing skies and the tiny lights below - the waters seething, bubbling out of control - come on take my hand and we'll dive A television blares in an empty room The prisoned waters glisten Goliath staggers round in a punchdrunk haze Doesn't understand what hit him I saw which was the winning side But still I joined the other And I'm in love with every strange unfolding day As the storm begins to break cover Let the whirlwind blow - through the ice, the melting snows - across the freezing skies and the tiny lights below - the waters seething - we watch the oceans rise and the governments start to fall - across the freezing skies until the lights go out below

Marrakesh They found us in the courtyard At out table in the shade We toasted our last few moments And then the end came They took us back to the airstrip In that beaten up old car And we rattled across the African scrubland In silence And with cold steel cuffs Sometimes I wish it was still that way Now a whole world has died since then So many faithless days I was born alone and lucky And I'm just used to it that way My dice still roll in sixes And yours still turn up ones And I have taken my good fortune And I've run and run But I always swore I'd come back for you Is it too late now to come back for you Now beneath this lonely junction On the northbound M6 We spray our words of signature On the concrete bridge And between the words of wisdom And the slogans of despair Someone's just gone and written 'I'm sorry' there Well I always swore I'd come back for you Is it too late now to come back for you You're the only one I'll ever love

Lust For Power Across the flatlands we came out of nowhere special Like a peasant revolution - makeshift weapons in our hands We crashed the gates so hard, we'd never heard that kind of sound before And braced ourselves for victory and the spoils of the land Defences melt away before our frozen blank surprise From the palace now we stare into a million waiting eyes I've got my trophies on the wall The heads I've hunted down the hall And I guard my winnings well Carry them with me when I fall Now the daylight hours pass Like the people I have lost In the triumph of the hour In the bloody cause - lust for power Like a vision she dances through the shafts of light Everything I've ever dreamed about focused true and bright And fortune opens up the ground, blackens up the sky I kissed her once, I kissed her twice But I couldn't remember why When I was young they taught me well to always play to win But they never said what happens when you've won the bloody game I've got my trophies on the wall The heads I've hunted down the hall And I guard my winnings well Carry them with me when I fall Now the daylight hours pass Like the people I have lost In the triumph of the hour In the bloody cause - lust for power And all desire is satisfied But still the hunt goes on It's funny how this feeling stays With all the reasons gone We've seen them fat and bloated, those who once could hold a flame I've run for home and words gone by but nothing seems the same I can watch the world in secrecy From one side of this glass From the other my reflection and I don't know which is worse The streets are lined with glittering stores and a million fatted calves I can catch myself sometimes these days and all I do is laugh, laugh I've got my trophies on the wall The heads I've hunted down the hall And I guard my winnings well Carry them with me when I fall Now the daylight hours pass Like the people I have lost In the triumph of the hour In the bloody cause - lust for power

Bury The Hatchet Bury the hatchet with a smile and a curse The world is big enough for both of us The pack's been shuffled now - we've got different hands There's different enemies for both of us now There's no one round here who remembers those times When we were little kings of our own different sides Was I the punk who stole your thunder Or was it all just the other way round? Now it's gone, done, the feud is over Funny how vendettas just turn into a bore Gone, done, the feud is over I really can't be bothered any more Bury the hatchet with a smile and a curse The world is big enough for both of us But oh how that bitching was fun while it lasted Until I got to realise no one really cared So it's gone, done, the feud is over Funny how vendettas just turn into a bore Gone, done, the feud is over I really can't be bothered any more It's such a waste of my time Thinking of you And all the stuff that I hear Which may or may not be true I never did like you - probably never will But I bet you can live with that fact pretty well People get to drinking, they get sentimental Maybe I'm a bastard human after all Bury the hatchet with a smile and a curse The world is bog enough for both of us The pack's been shuffled now - we've got different hands And this whole thing is just ridiculous

Eleven Years Stevie said now don't look round they're watching us Two girls in the corner of that dodgy club And the grey eyes, the storm that I've come to know and wish for Before I caught a breath well she was standing there We walked the streets ofour town just talking And the dawn broke grey and freezing through the deserted blocks Just when your life is stale and there's reason there for everything Something comes to kick you up inside Eleven sweet years and no nearer home A hundred thousand miles through this battle zone Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness Trying not to look down No Rest for the wicked is still how it goes Twisted up and turning in my bed alone And separation pains like a blunted amputation Pushing endless coins in the telephone Eleven sweet years and no nearer home A hundred thousand miles through this battle zone Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness Trying not to look down So rest in these open arms And lie until they come for you And tell me everything you've ever felt Tell me everything you want to see Forever running even when we are standing still Driven on and fired up as the whirlwinds blow And shouting out inside, I'm proud of you, I'm proud of you Ten thousand footsteps echo down the Brixton Road Eleven sweet years and no nearer home A hundred thousand miles through this battle zone Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness Trying not to look down

Lurhstaap One swallow never made a spring You can buy a crown - it doesn't make you king Beware the trinkets that we bring When the visionary dreams set hard and grey As flesh made into stone You tore the statues to the ground Crying let our people go And now they're gone, all is gone But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile The freedom passion and the two-faced call They dance together upon the wall With nothing left to break the fall Now twenty-five miles north in the great dark woods The college buildings stand And the ghosts of hope walk silent halls At the death of the promised land All is gone, all is gone But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile One swallow never made a spring You can buy a crown - it doesn't make you king Beware the trinkets that we bring And in the shadows of the crowded square A thousand paper deals go down And hungry sharks from everywhere Smell the blood and head for town Innocence starts to peel away How money changes everything The past it eats the future up And this blind desire eats everything Now the rats they leave our stricken ship For another sailing past Your world was going nowhere slow While ours goes nowhere fast And now it's gone, all is gone But these changing winds can blow cold and hostile

Before I Get Old I'm going to kiss the girls, make them cry Live too fast, still not die Before I get old I'm going to see you raised above this place Watch the moments shine upon your face Before I get old I'll watch the sun set over every sea From every city wall, every mountain peak Before I get old The Northern Lights and the Southern Cross The harvests and the miles of dust And the blowing wind across the world So wrap this coat around yourself And leave what's done behind There's so much left for us to do And yet there's so little time I'm going to pull the fences to the ground Watch the twisted towers come crumbling down And start again I want to be a hero and a villain And a father and a son Take care of my body and abuse it still Until everything goes numb So let's make this dance and never fear That there's any real reason why we're all here Live real fast, still not die Before I get old Live real fast, still not die Never get old...

Vanity I'll teach you everything that I know now, Eddie If you really want to take the time But don't expect to get answers to anything, Eddie There is just one thing I've learned Through everything that I've done and tried Everything I have justified It's all vanity, all vanity We try to have control It's all vanity, all vanity 'Cos Chaos rules it all I always drive like a madman, Eddie But you'll soon get used to that I believe if you're moving fast enough, Eddie You don't ever have to watch your back I choose solid ground to make my stands I stay off the streets at closing time It's all vanity, all vanity We try to have control It's all vanity, all vanity 'Cos Chaos rules it all Remember how it was out at Bunglass We climbed up on the peak and stood against the rocks The photographs came - you couldn't see us We were lost against the mountains like specks of dust And the mirror never lies It's just these foolish eyes And we all see what we want to see What we need to see What we have to see And so will you do just the same one day, Eddie Been to that place a thousand times Looked over the edge so many times Wanted to jump a thousand times Well we talk about saving the world now, Eddie It's our vanity gone mad She'll survive us all perfectly well When we're all long buried and dead Clever monkeys with technology Barely out of the caves and the trees It's all vanity, all vanity We try to have control It's all vanity, all vanity 'Cos Chaos rules it all Eddie now let it go I turn my head away from here Down towards the rolling seas again I kneel and worship where I can The ground comes swirling up and through these veins...

Brother It's been a long dry season in tinderbox town And the ghetto cars go cruising up and down and round and round With tinted windows and the screech of tyres Poverty likes to ride in the best disguise The boys get bored, set fire to the sheds at the end of my street The thick black smoke rises up into the dusk Sirens scream out across the hills Turn into the close as the boys all swagger. I've got no quarrel with you brother But the war is getting closer Down at the union there we stood And embraced like brothers should The fire catches when your back is turned And now we watch as the city burns And now we watch as the city burns We used to joke about the colour of our skins We used to joke about the names of God But now the racist cops come round Put your cousin up against the wall A little crowd gathers round and takes up sides The white trash come out of their doorways and mutter There's a macho stand off with sullen faces all around And all the middle ground is washing away And no one really wants it there anyway It's a time of pack dogs brother And the war's getting closer Down at the union there we stood And embraced like brothers should The fire catches when your back is turned And now we watch as the city burns And now we watch as the city burns And I, I accuse you, you want so much But you give nothing of yourself And I, I believe you, you want so much But you keep nothing of yourself

Sunset Coming in at night all the desert highways Crackle with the static of a thousand little radios Everyone talking, no one listening Well by now I should expect that Down into the city I smell artificial green A glasshouse full of growing things That are not what they seem to be Look away, look away, the procession's leaving town The emperor rides naked and no one gives a damn That was the last time I get a morbid satisfaction watching Sunset in all its degradation We were in a restaurant for wannabes clinking glasses in celebration We had to leave before something bad occurred and Niko grabbed the keys We drove out in the early morning with the radio jammed on R'n'B Drive away, drive away, and he turned to me and smiled Said, how does it feel to be living through the Fall of Rome And I said it's beginning to feel OK The last time Well I gave you all my money I'm ashamed to remember now just why I did that I got bitter, I got jealous, but not as much as you Do you understand that? Ten hours drifting half awake and finally touching down I went out in the rainy morning and kissed the blessed ground Coming home, coming home and the most of it is done And the worst of us is left behind in the place where it belongs That was the last time

Southwest If I could save you, I surely would; I'd take the world with you, the way we should. I'd drown your violence in a sea of blood; I'd drown the pain for you in the breaking waves, I'd crown your innocence with the golden sun, I'd drown your violence in a sea of blood... South-west bound on the winding A-roads - days of scorched brown rolling hills and ripened fields, down to where the sun glistens on the sea beneath Pentire. Diamond light, evenings becoming cool and fresh as the seasons change. I can't wait to see you again - feels like something good is going to happen, as if reborn in the last days of summer, burned to the core and then somehow, made young once more - as if you were going to be the one crowned Harvest Queen. All the black will fade away in glory days, and Indian summer; you and I, sun and moon, different paths, always together; all the black will fade away in the sharpened days that will soon be coming. All love and change is one, all love and change forever... And I can feel it falling away, And I can feel it falling away from you...

Song To The Men Of England Men of England, wherefore plough For the Lords who lay you low? Wherefore weave with toil and care The rich robes your tyrants wear? Wherefore feed and clothe and save From the cradle to the grave Those ungrateful drones who Drain your sweat - nay, drink your blood Have ye leisure, comfort, calm Shelter, food, love's gentle balm? Or what is ye buy so dear With your pain and with your fear The seed ye sow another reaps The wealth ye find, another keeps The robes ye weave, another wears The arms ye forge, another bears Sow seed - but let no tyrant reap Find wealth - let no impostor heap Weave robes - let not the idle wear Forge arms - in your defence to bear With plough and spade and hoe and loom Trace your grave and build your tomb And weave your winding sheet till fair England be your sepulchre

Refugee My room is dark, and very small; there's a place to wash at the end of the hall. I hear strange languages through the wall, I hear them shouting in the street below. I listen now to anything, anything at all; just to keep the ghosts away, not to let them come. Lusala, she was the first to hit the ground, running up the hill at the side of the house One by one, in the screaming sun, my family fell, the air alive with bullets and the smell of fear. Don't look back, don't look back, don't look back at all: Their bloodied faces are here with me, now, in the room Until the lights go out and the silence comes don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep, just keep on running; keep running, keep running, keep running, run, run, run...

Higher Wall We're out here on the borders with our favourite few possessions Traded stories whispered round the fire As shadows in the searchlights, mugshots in the files Waiting in the camps behind the wire Kick the door until it opens, what you have you cannot hold We are young, forever hungry, you are fat and growing old Still every day you try to build a higher wall We pick the leaves of coca, we stack the crates of cola We wait upon the tables where you dine And learn from you not to accept the little that we're given To take the piece of silver where we can Now clutching at these papers in another office line We're staring from the darkness up at windows filled with light And every day you try to build a higher wall In my town we used to pray to idols sent from far away From out beyond the dusty days, we heard your voices call And in your town the streets are cleaned The order stands, the sirens scream You talk of peace, vacation dreams - and reinforce the wall Now in the queues at immigration, in the border zone We are your bastard children, all coming home And every day you try to build a higher wall Every day you try to build a higher wall But your money cannot stop us And your violence cannot stop us No you will never stop us with your higher wall

Far Better Thing In the white washed cancer ward with my hot blood running wild I see the pain behind your eyes and the search for a reason And the knowing and the fear of the passing season Now please give me strength to cut and to keep our secret Please give me strange to cut That the things we love may remain here still There is time to wait and there's a time to kill I see your outstretched hands through the closing door But it's a far better thing I do than I have done before And so it seems that murder's not so hard - I've eaten flesh and blood each day And if I believe the things I write through the passing season Then with a rifle in my hand and with a thousand reasons I'll wait, far above the crowd in the summer sunshine And history changes now, forever That the things we love may remain here still There is timet o wait and there's a time to kill From the barren land come the seeds of war So it's a far better thing that I do than I have done before

Rainy Night 65 It's a silent scream in rain town How far have we fallen now> And the rain come, wash away The promised land that is here to stay We came back, things left undone Like uncut stone And little breathes and nothing fills, Things broken. Still, we're all looking for it Still looking for it It's a silent scream in rain town My shadow hunts without me now In for the kill, in for the kill Still, we're all looking for it Still looking for it Now half killing ourselves Still looking for it

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BD7 Well the warmm wind blew through the '60s But it didn't blow much round here Disappointment hidden in the jutting chin - 'we didn't want it all anyway' White paint daubed on a gritstone wall, the words of the prophets told And we smiled to ourselves every time we walked by The junction up on All Saints Road 'It's a mean old scene' It doesn't do much for business or the paper-crack West-End dream The council took it down every now and again But it was written up fresh and clean Raise your head above the parapet They're going to arrange to put you down Bad stories in the clubs at night, scrap metal in a rusting town 'It's a mean old scene' BD7 - what I remember most is October evenings of endless rain The backed-up storm drains bubbling and hissing And the street-cats running for shelter underneath the cars... Twenty-nine years on and nothing's changed Though in the end they took it down stone by stone But we're still laughing all the way to the edge Of our beloved, unredeemable, desperate town 'It's a mean old scene'

F (Sharp) NY Took a drink from the bottle in my coat I can smell it now like it was yesterday The cold November winds biting round those Bradford streets Going downtown to the club where your band used to play Well the years go by, and the choices come We fall by the wayside one by one And there's nobody left but you now There's nobody left but you Stevie he was always just the quiet one Got married, got buried the way that people do Came back ten years later, tried to make up he was still young With all the drugs and the girls and the stuff he thought he should have had But you, your monsters became your friends And you'll carry them with you till the bitter end And there's nobody left but you now... Only you, only you Somehow you survived, well I don't know how And you still burn the same, maybe a little slower now You remember the winter of '74 and going down in the rain to the Royal Standard to watch the Ruts play?

See You In Hell As we touched down on the tarmac, they strode out to greet us It was under a blue snake-skin sky With a handshake of welcome, they set their agenda With their smiles never touching their eyes We've been here before on the edge of a promise Surrender is all that remains But we'll see them in hell, we'll see them in hell We'll see them in hell before then You made me a coward - I can't stand what I've become What I most of all regret is not what I did But all the things that I left undone Like nobody learns, and nothing is changed You ask me to follow again But I'll see you in hell, see you in hell I'll see you in hell before then

Freedom '91 It's time to rebuild in Dresden, the great machines come a-rumbling in The desecration of the ruins and everything that might have been You showed me the square in the melting snow As the light was beginning to fade But your melancholy eyes betrayed you Just as you have been betrayed I get culture shock coming back to the west - I can feel the wicked sting I see the stores all glittering like fools' gold - beckoning the innocents in The constructed face of a civilised world, complete cosmetic control But it's not far back to the caves and the trees And soon it will be time to go Freedom? I don't hear any more songs of freedom. 121st street and rising the western dream aspires The smack kings like to drive German cars and there's children up for sale The streets are left scorched and barren There's eighty-seven channel satellite television And gang murder hype from Tinseltown to sell a movie about Malcolm X But freedom? I don't hear any more songs of freedom. So pinned down and what do we get? A longer piece of rope for our cute little necks Sweet liberty and her faithlessness Freedom? I don't hear any more songs of freedom.

Wanting I'm wondering, I'm asking, I'm feeling, I'm seeing I'm wondering, I'm asking, I'm reaching, I'm finding, I'm wanting I watched you get the things that you could buy Raise your arms and try to fly Face turned up towards the sun Nothing that you dare deny Because it's hunger that feeds you, hunger that bleeds you Falling forward into nothing catching at the air And everything still out of reach With the chill of sweat drying on your back I'm finding, I'm feeling, stretching, falling... There's nothing that you can resist But you must deny yourself first to get a fix Another cure that don't exist - that's all there is Because it's hunger that feeds you, hunger that bleeds you Falling forward into nothing catching at the air I'm wondering, I'm asking, I'm looking, I'm begging... You and I, we walk these unforgiving streets We get so desperate sometimes we can barely speak And through the night the sirens scream But just like us, they don't fix on anything And we take our different poisons, the ones half-chosen And first comes the blinding flashing light Then the wave of the blast and then the waiting emptiness Because it's hunger that feeds us, hunger that bleeds us There is no end to this There is no end to this

Still Here Hey there Matthew Hopkins, are you listening to us - we're still here Bloodstone, Tigers Eye, what the hell - we're still here The dreaming Earth moving in your sleep - it's all real And everything you tried to keep so secret will one day be revealed There's grit in the oysters there's wind in the trees There's a full moon rising and salt in the seas And we're outside of the line Still running - outside of the line Heinrich Kramer, Jacob Sprenger - we're still here Can you hear in Torquemada - we're still here The rolling of thunder, there's holes in the sky We'll meet you again on the opposite side Outside of the line Still running - outside of the line The scent of datura, the beat of the drum Seven by seven, all the ravens have flown The crack of the lightning, there's holes in the sky We'll meet you again on the opposite side and we're Outside of the line By the earth and the fire and the water and air By the blood pouring in my veins I swear Outside of the line Still running - outside of the line

If You Can't Save Me In a nowhere bar-room on the east side of the city There was a strange smell of burning outside in the street I was giving a sermon like the son of a preacher I was high on revolution and wild with belief Across the table she was lighting a cigarette And in the light of the flame her eyes flashed fury as she turned to me She said - you're never going to save the world If you can't save me On Calvary Hill, the sky turned black And the wind blew the dust in the blistering heat But the heavens were empty, no angels came The only sound I remember was the crying of Mary and the mother's weep And he cried out - you're never going to save the world If you can't save me It's all vanity and you're never going to save the world If you can't save me

Falling I said - Father, I'm going to change the world He said - Don't you think that maybe, son, it's changed enough already? Don't try to justify the things you live by The fear you carry with you is not of your own making Let it go - falling, falling, falling away 11 000 feet, we're out of breath and still climbing up High above the snow-line in the glittering ice And beneath us, like an ocean, the white clouds slowly drifting Breaking up on the mountains Let it go - falling, falling, falling away Wasting all the years just waiting on a promise Undelivered but still not broken And the world rushes by you way out of control Like a carousel of noise with wild spinning lights And sometimes we both sit here Paralysed with tension, seized up tight You want to make it safe, you want to make it ok But this fear you carry with you is not of your own making Let it go - falling, falling, falling away

Trees In Winter All rise for the king in all his rage and glory All kneel for the queen - her secret silver whisper Across the snowbound fields, slowly the sad procession moves And we follow them down into the cold, cold ground Remember the things that we said The faith that we hold, the trees in winter The things that we said, the faith that we hold All buried in the earth and the earth like stone

Knife Turn and the world turns on, we're riding out with the dawn All fired up once again like a thousand times before Beneath the blessed sun and the coming day And the years don't change a thing - the rush remains the same And I feel like a knife, these days are calling I feel like a knife, sharpened like steel Touched by the hand of the gods on these golden mornings I feel like a knife for you Stopped on the way down to the sea on the wide and lonely roads The scent of summer nights and the warm fever of dreams Beneath the falling stars, with the music loud We're dancing spinning round in the wild cascading lights And I feel like a knife... These days to remember where it was that we came from What it was that we wanted before all the changes And the hardest part is choosing and watching all the doors closing No turning back, no turning back Well the years and the miles don't change a thing The blood remains the same It's a dream in a dream in a dream in a dream With the darkness rushing by again And I feel like a knife...

Burning Season I'm sick of the sight of some snot-nosed kid Cutting a swathe through the age of deconstruction Picking at the sores of the dying beast And winning all the prizes for imagination I don't know what we've got to lose But I see the statues beginning to fall The diesel's turning, the moon is high What the hell are we waiting for? I see the smoke on the blue horizon I smell the fires of the burning season What the hell are we waiting for? I'm sick of the ironies piled up high In this sneery culture with its knowing smile I'm sick of the sermons from the Church of Unbelief All fat, empty and anaesthetised The emperor's out riding naked again I can't believe we're still out playing this tired old game Let's get out there and cut him down What the hell are we waiting for? I see the smoke on the blue horizon I smell the fires of the burning season What the hell are we waiting for? On a smoky yellow sunset, I'm sitting at the wheel As the traffic crawls by on the ten-lane Bumper to bumper, nowhere to nowhere into the next millennium I see you drowning in a sea of rage Let's go back and get the ones who put you down here The highway's jammed up with disinformation And the anaesthetic dealers are selling by the million What the fuck are we waiting here for?

Coming Up Kandy's coming home 11.45 today I'll take the battered car and meet her down outside the gates She says we're going back to where it all began Now that the prices have been paid and all the penance done I'd forgive her anything to make me feel the way she did I'm not worried now, I'm not worried now We're coming up in the morning air We'll cross the bridge just when we get there I don't care what comes any trick that fate can bring We'll take on any cause, anybody, anything One day I'll understand what it all was for But I'm not looking back or thinking too much any more And tonight out on Black Dyke Ridge We'll pull the car to the side of the road And watch the shooting stars and all the city spread below We'll be cheek to cheek and all those things we missed I'm not worried now, I'm not worried now We're coming up in the morning air We'll cross the bridge just when we get there And all the hours go by and the faces pass Their secrets held and their eyes like glass And there's always time, there's so little time For us to be but maybe... And all the hours go by and I'm counting still And I see her face and I see her smile And there's so little time, there's so little time For us to be but maybe We're coming up in the morning air We'll cross the bridge just when we get there

Over The Wire Behind all the rusting cranes, in the lengthening shadows of the Empire days there's a world that waits, but it's not needed. In the teeming rows behind the goal - yelling for blood on the pitch below; where does all the passion go when it's not needed? Over the wire, and into the darkness... Come evangelists of the Grand New Age proclaiming the future that they stole, condemning the things that they can't control - just like the priests before; and now I can hear them call - the ghosts of the 1914-18 war Where do all the innocents go when they're not needed? Over the wire and into the darkness... And the dawn it will come like blood across the sky, Not the way that you think, not the way that you dream In the silence of God, in the fullness of time, like blood across the sky - the dawn it will come - the dawn it will come. All still, like the pit-shafts and the two-mile-down where they buried their hearts; where does all the loyalty go when it's not needed? In the plastic seats behind the goal yelling for blood on the pitch below; where does all the passion go when it's not needed? Over the wire and into the darkness...

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