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Never Walk Alone (6:39) - Jeanette Winterson, Martin Niemöller, Maidenek concentration camp and a stormy day inspire slow electronica and piano to hope in a dark world.
All Of The Rest (2012)
A song for the lonely and afraid…
I only sing ‘cos I can’t speak.
My blood is tired, my body’s weak.
The guilty feelings come without warning.
Was it so wrong to turn over and sleep ‘til morning?
Oh did you hear the noise last night?
We covered up our ears and shut our eyes so tight.
Only praying someone somewhere holds a light,
For those in peril in the night.
If you don’t mind kindly stop the world and let me rest.
I wish I was the same as all of the rest.
It turned out to be the hardest master.
We’re fleeing fast; the fear follows faster.
Terror twists the tongue and tangles tired tracks.
And then it trashes truth by crossing friendly fingers behind backs.
Only the lonely understand:
Oh how you are beat and broken by your own hand.
Oh how your feet slowly sink in to the quick sands.
And all the things you thought you’d do you never can.
And my heart was far from cold that day.
I was only too afraid to say.
I turned my back like everybody else.
I guess it doesn’t help to know how very much I hate myself.
All Along the Watchtower - Bob Dylan, last verse by Paddy
“There must be some way out of here;”
Said the joker to the thief.
“There’s too much confusion,
I can’t get no relief.
Businessmen they drink my wine,
Ploughmen dig my earth.
None of them along the line,
Know what any of this is worth.”
All along the watchtower,
Princes took their view.
While the women came and went.
Bare-foot servants too.
Outside in the distance,
A wildcat did growl.
Two riders were approaching,
And the wind began to howl.
“No reason to get excited,”
The thief he calmly spoke.
“There are many here among us who think,
Lif is but a joke.
But you and I we’ve been through that,
And that is not our fate.
So let us not talk falsely,
For the hour is getting late.”
The first rider took out his scroll,
And hurled it in the sea.
Satellites were spinning round,
Sky full of electricity.
The watchers in the darkness,
Were counting out their days.
“Some of them will understand,
But who will show the way?”
All fall down (2011)
A song for sycophants, fair-weather friends and people who make money out of the false hopes and dreams of others.
They only meant well.
Because they’ve walked in those shoes.
Everyone must have prizes
’cos if you only choose just the few,
Those jealous little things,
Will stand outside the ring,
But who’ll come to the coronation,
When everyone is king?
So it’s all fine
And everybody knows that
You only have to try.
So what makes you think you’re so special?
All fall down,
We’ve made too many compromises
To play the game without the prizes.
All fall down,
So we can take the stakes from saints and sinners.
Turn the losers into winners.
All fall down,
We were victims all of circumstances
Waiting for our second chances
But until it all comes round,
We’ll join the losers and the failures
Bow before these lying saviours.
So everybody’s won,
Before the game’s begun.
(and) everybody says you’re so wonderful,
So why are you so glum?
We couldn’t quite disquise
Our whitest whitest lies,
We kept our fingers crossed behind.
We didn’t want to seem unkind.
So now you’ve spoilt the fun
And fun is all we’ve done.
We only meant to please,
And make believe that we’re so special
We wasted so much time,
Trying and trying.
You said that we were fine.
Turns out you were lying.
Will we ever get what we deserve?
Will it be heaven or a hell or something worse?
Will we ever get what we deserve?
What makes you think you’re so special?
All fall down
We make so many compromises:
There’s no game and there’s no prizes.
All fall down.
Take the stakes from saints and sinners.
No more losers, no more winners
All fall down.
And because it all goes round.
Join the failures and the losers,
Running from these fakes and users.
What do you think? You’re so special.
It's the same old story.
The death and the glory.
French fries, Blue jeans, Coca Cola
All over-sexed and over here
Until itʼs all over.
Turn on the TV.
When the funerals are over,
the death and the glory,
Ultimat-ly de-pends upon
Who's telling the story
And the same old story,
Goes fact to fiction, to film and back.
Checking the FX and the shock and the awe,
And the rating are so great, so letʼs make some more of those
(Itʼs the) Same old story.
American Movies, American Movies.
Same old story.
Death and the glory.
The military theatre as a superbowl,
A word from our sponsors
Then the credits role.
And your enemyʼs enemies
Might just be
The kind of people
Who are good at making enemies.
Just take the flag
And the country falls.
You'll bring (American) liberal decomcracy for all.
Give them the freedom, the freedom to choose,
Any colour you like, as long as itʼs red white and blue.
You tacitly approve these.
You willfully pursue the
Your life gets confused with
Until you follow all the rules of these
A Whole New Universe (2007)
Don’t look if you are easily blinded.
Don’t listen if you’re needlesly reminded.
Don’t say a word,
Until you’ve been there.
Don’t stop travelling;
You are wanderlust,
You’re the one you lost.
Wait... til you’re completely grounded.
Did you know that you’re ultimately surrounded?
So many galaxies: tell me you’ve found it.
The sweat of your brow:
You made every drop,
A sea and an ocean,
Your mind in the motion.
But every time you make up your mind,
Take good care.
And every time you open your eyes,
Look for something there.
And if you were looking for hope or for freedom,
Don’t wonder where.
And when you reach the end of your journey,
That there’s a whole new universe out there.
So to the end:
Are you drawing conclusions?
Life - it all depends:
Happily poor or miserably wanting it all.
You’re nothing much but your mind makes you tall.
You’ve finally made it.
Believe (October 2008)
This one is for frogs, youngest sons, ugly sisters, gamblers, terrorists… It’s about “wishing on a star and all your dreams coming true.”. Does the world really work like it does in fairy tales? The video is from a gig at Mr Wolf’s in November 2008.
Dreaming of princes…
Once upon a time.
(The) last of three wishes
And castles in the sky.
The prettiest of lies-es,
Are coming in your sizes but it doesn’t make them true.
The ink upon the pages,
Doesn’t show up all the greys-es,
But what else can you do?
Because maybe it’s true,
And though we all know better
(We’re all grown up now)
So you take the narrow pathways when you can,
Because you heard the one about the easy way.
And it’s maybe rags to riches every day, Cross your fingers
The glass shoe, it always “could be you”, they say.
But Cinderella’s sisters,
And the ones who got no wishes,
The ones who didn’t rub the lamp
And the frogs who missed the kisses.
And the ones who give their lives away,
For the vilest of pretences,
And the ones who’ll never let you down,
Never mind the consequences…
‘cause if it’s not true,
Then what is the use?
(Just who’s in charge here?)
But what if we made up the stories and we made up the roles.
What if we invented heaven, and we invented souls.
And when we shared our hopes and dreams were we really just pretending?
What if we invented innocence and all those happy endings?
Then the wickedest of witches has nothing on us.
Eleventh hour, Eleventh Day (1998)
A song for all victims of war, inspired by Armistice Day and released at 11am, 11/11/2011
6 days early.
1st light of dawn,
Opens his eyes for the first time;
Breathing in the air.
First steps to see what may be.
They cheered when he left,
The white cliffs of Dover.
And they welcomed him home,
When the war was over.
Over the top under fire,
Choking up the air.
What d’you do there,
First World War hero?
We kicked a ball between the lines.
I took his picture,
He took mine.
And just for a moment it felt like,
We breathed the self same air;
The war was never there;
We could be anywhere;
If God is on our side,
Smile smile smile.
He still dreams of November,
And a photograph on Christmas day.
He can remember,
11th hour, 11th day.
“Peace in our time,”
He’s back over the lines,
For his country.
Working the hands he commands,
And death falls from the air.
He’s wondering where,
It is falling.
Now he rocks in his chair,
Like a baby.
And the legends and scars,
Have gone hazy.
Torn fields return to the flowers,
And birds sing in the air.
And sense never dares,
To question history,
Fever (2008) - Otis Blackwell and Eddie Cooley
Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care When you put your arms around me, I get a fever that’s so hard to bear You give me fever - when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight Fever - in the the morning, fever all through the night.
Sun lights up the daytime, moon lights up the night I light up when you call my name, and you know I’m gonna treat you right
Everybody’s got the fever, that is something you all know Fever isn’t such a new thing, fever started long ago. Romeo loved Juliet, Juliet she felt the same When he put his arms around her, he said “Julie baby you’re my flame” Thou givest fever, when we kisseth, fever with thy flaming youth Fever - I’m afire, fever yea I burn forsooth.
Captain Smith and Pocahontas had a very mad affair When her daddy tried to kill him, she said “Daddy-O don’t you dare. He gives me fever - with his kisses, fever when he holds me tight Fever - I’m his missus, Daddy won’t you treat him right?”
Now you’ve listened to my story, here’s the point I have made: Chicks were born to give you fever, be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade They give you fever - when you kiss them, fever if you live and learn Fever - till you sizzle, what a lovely way to burn.
Hanging in the Air (1999)
I thought that there was a lack of songs about the ubiquitous mobile phone. At the time of writing, there probably was! The song’s taken this long to reach the open air. At school, people should be taught how to speak on the phone without shouting,and also how to use them efficiently and effectively, unlike the person in this song!
Can you hear me?
You know I’ll be there with you soon.
Somewhere near the bar.
Breaking up the signal’s
Raking in my credit.
Battery is fading,
Only one bar left to
Go all the way,
Down to the station.
Hanging in the air.
You haven’t called me since today.
It’s nearly two.
We’ll wait another twenty anyway.
You’re nearly there.
I know you’ll be here with me soon.
Then carry on,
Live it up (28th December 2000)
The stars came out tonight,
Just like I thought they might.
Empty and cold,
Just like we’ve all been told.
Touching my heart,
You make it fall apart.
Shouldering the blame,
Tomorrow’s just just the same.
So live it up
Laughing and joking
Screaming and choking
Live it up,
’cos we’ll never live this down.
My stars came out too late,
And I just sit and wait.
Smouldering the flame.
Tommorrow’s just the same.
If I could I would,
And if I would I could.
These words so hard to tame.
But don’t ever call it a game.
The Man Who Planted Trees (1997)
This song was inspired by Jean Giono’s story The Man Who Planted Trees. Look it up online if you can find it, or read the book, with its lovely illustrations. It took ages to programme and record!
A man on a journey,
Takes his time,
He knows it is early;
Feels the eyes of a friend.
Silently they work the land.
A seed in his hand.
A seed in the ground.
“I returned, years gone by,
of freedom and genocide
Reality and memory,
And cut the ties.
All the things we have done:
So easily overcome.
Tell me why, in a lifetime,
So many things must die.
Forgotten for so long.
The old man still carries on,
And all around,
As far as I could see,
(were) The labours of,
The man who planted trees.”
Monster, isnʼt this fun? Teeny tiny tiny teeny, Thatʼs the way the monster comes. Monster, isnʼt it neat? The preacher tells you infidels are living at the end of your street.
Monster, what have you done? So sure? Youʼre the one. Midnight lights are flashing blue, Itʼs come to what you surely knew The victims didnʼt like the game Now all the papers know your name.
Nah, nah nah, etc
One look, isnʼt that wrong? A furtive glance, A photograph, Forbidden pages pull you along. Download again and again, The interNIC has chased your click: the latest greatest beast in the pen.
The monster is still hiding inside. Just waiting until the right time. And everyone with any sense is trying to find a way. To keep the monster in and stop it coming out to play. And who only knows just what we can do? It wasn’t really me! It wasn’t really you!
What have you become?
More, more and more,
You’ll finish because you began.
Midnight’s flashing flashing blue,
The neighbours say they never knew.
The victims didn’t like the game,
Now all the papers know your name.
Never Walk Alone (2003)
The wildest of all days,
And the world’s all out of focus in these rivers of rain.
A faceful of pain,
And did I need reminding why I’m travelling again?
Don’t ask me,
’cause all you’ll get is useless love and sympathy.
In this world you’re all alone,
But somebody who knows your name could be calling you home.
All you have to do,
Is struggle in the dark.
All you have to do,
Is watch it fall apart.
All you have to hold,
These empty broken hearts.
All you have is gone,
But you’ll never walk alone.
They’ll finally come for you,
Because of something you said,
Or didn’t say,
Or didn’t do.
We’ll hear it on the news,
’til darkness shuts our eyes and we’ll dream until the dawn.
And I’m not exactly to blame
I just started calling evil by a pleasant sounding name.
Someone gave the call,
Their souls all flew like butterflies
They’d scratched on the wall.
All you have to do,
Is hidden at the start.
But all you have to prove,
Is hidden in your heart.
When everything is said,
And everything is done.
You’ll never be alone,
And you’re not the only one.
Repercussions (1999 / 2004)
This is a bit of an old-skool dance/electro track. It was originally built around a collection of samples from a US American Cold War safety reel from the 1950s. I’m no longer using it in this re-recorded version (which has some real instrument in the form of a low tin whistle), but I still feel the cold war connection to it.
The title comes from the echoed bass drum, which was the basic inspiration behind the track.
A song about our seductive consumer culture and the damage it does to our health.
Smile like the sun,
You rise to the occasion.
Now it’s begun.
The grass is always greener…
Where were you going?
Did you “leap before you look?”
Like some carrot on a hook.
The line we follow,
And then we swallow.
Until it all goes down, yeah.
You’re feeling hollow?
Wait til tomorrow.
Burn like the sun.
I am not the,
Only one, wandering wondering;
Is it really better,
Leave all the old queues,
And step out of tired shoes.
It really is that simple.
It really is that easy.
You try to tempt me.
So sad that they think it makes me happy.
I’ve changed my mind,
Now it’s done.
And everything is beautiful,
The meaner the better.
And I’ve been crying,
For the struggle and the waste and the race we run.
But now, somehow,
It’s the birds and the bees and the sun is shining! (for)
All these foolish stars I’ll follow,
Oh let me swallow.
Until it all goes down down/oh let me drown
It’s new today (and)
It’s new tomorrow.
Something Still Remains (2013 and 2016 remix)
I thought I’d do a Christmas song. The “darkness” line is inspired by the carol Oh Little Town of Bethlehem - “The darkness and the light, are met in thee tonight”. Cargo ship dimensions are thanks to Wikipedia!
A thousand LEDs,
Are wrapped around the trees.
And friends are fighting foe,
On every TV show.
All these thoughts combine,
Still after all this time.
It’s only once a year.
Won’t somebody, somebody raise a cheer?
It’s Christmas time.
The Christmas balls and chains.
It’s Christmas time,
But something still remains.
The season has arrived,
All stacked in ships fifty metres wide.
It comes so slow and then it’s gone so fast,
And every one must be better than the last.
Something stayed behind,
The tinsel and the wine.
The darkness and the light,
Are both in you tonight.
It’s Christmas time,
For all these balls and chains.
It’s Christmas time,
And something still remains.
It’s Christmas time,
Something still remains.
The Time! The Time!
If the Smiths were a folk band… My custom-made capo led to some new chords which led to this song about getting older.
Just keep breathing;
The time! The time! The time!
Keep those feelings out of sight until they’re out of mind.
One more season ‘til the feeling I’ve finally arrived.
Don’t deceive me.
Am I leaving the best behind?
I know “it’s only a game.”
And I know, but I still play it again and again.
Don’t you tell me where to begin.
The time, the time, the time, the time, the time!
The Wonder of it All (1996)
Some people go to walk on holy ground
Some people stay, and nothing more is found
Some people see, and wonder if there’s more
Some people know the wonder of it all.
All I know: so far to go.
The truth is so elusive,
The mind so inconclusive but we
All have our uses, someday.
Find the door and live some more
Cast ashore: the fatal flaw,
Adrift in the ocean.
Take my hand.
Step into the stars.
Some people do… nothing
Some people say… nothing
Some people take the time…
Some people smile.
After all that’s gone before,
With everything worth trying for,
I’m concluding less is more,
And living is better than dying for.
Set your store on sure as sure,
Or rest your oars on distant shores.
Your imagination… your destination
And when the doors open
Sometimes your heart’s broken
Sometimes you’re flying blind
Sometimes it’s fine.