Memories
My mind is confused and I don’t know what to say
Will I ever be able to find a way to convince you
Those times and places gone, I cannot bring them back
How can I make their ghosts appear before you
The memory is slipping from my hands
I watch as their deaths destroy them
So much has been forgotten yet you need to see their ghosts
To tell you of the things dead and rotten
You analyse the body but you forget the soul
The graveyard of the past is now is very cold
New things were growing but as you light the fire
All my hopes are burning from the apse to the spire
Zeitgeist
Zeitgeist
What’s happening now?
Is rock and roll just another poor man’s cow
Zeitgeist
In the boiling pan
From out of the calm the bubbles began
This is the spirit of the age
You work hard
You play hard
When you’re on the last page
Zeitgeist
What’s coming down?
People just like locusts are covering the town
Zeitgeist
Here comes the rain
There’s too much water, not enough in the drain
The little girl stands up and took the leaders on
You know who I mean, don’t you
You know what’s going wrong
Zeitgeist
There’s a rumbling in the land
Zeitgeist
Something always spoils your plans
You may not have this word in your language
But you start to speak it out maybe with a shout
Zeitgeist
It’s the spirit of the age
It’s written on the page you can’t erase it
The spirit of the age is getting in a rage
You’re amazed by it
Zeitgeist
As you walk down the street
There are all the lonely people
You’d ever wish to meet
Zeitgeist
What’s your plan?
This seems the worst time since time began
Puberty
It’s consumerable, it’s a selling point
It’s puberty
You can buy it, you can sell it
It’s your nudity
It’s your hair, it’s your heart
It’s your crudity
It’s consumerable, it’s a selling point
It’s puberty
Selling matchstick maidens in ques for funny masks
Falling into potholes where the serpents bask
It came to you like first light like a needle in the arm
There’s now an institution that’s there to keep you calm
Burning your school satchel and drinking all you can
Looking for a straw of truth in the bales of man
It’s a song if you want it
It’s a song if you want it
Just add some chords and start to sing it
You can bash it, you can thrash it
You can even go and crash it
It’s a song if you like it
You just pretend it, do not fight it
You can rock it, you can rap it
You can even try and crack it
It’s a song like any other
In the graveyards of Picardie
It’s a song that needs a lover
It’s like a flower for a bee
It’s a song if you believe it
Just say it for the sky
It’s a song you can retrieve it
It makes you laugh it makes you cry
Who’s your best girl
There was Sara in the woodland
There was Susan on the beach
There was zeta in the churchyard
That none could ever reach
There was Mary in the market
There was Maisie with the curls
But have you ever asked yourself
Who’s your best girl?
There are memories of moonlight
There are sequences of stars
There are moments in the classroom
There are instants in the bars
There was Pamela, there was Paula
How they got you in a swirl
But have you ever asked yourself
Who’s your best girl?
She is funny, she’s amazing
She’s a gold carp in a pond
You should try to catch her
Maybe she’ll respond
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She treats me Like a common man
