Dance of the Dead

You dance all day, you dance all night

You dance the dance of the dead

You danced in the streets, you danced in the church

‘Till they kicked you in the head

From the moment that you’re born they begin to take control

Dragged through education ‘till your twenty odd years old

Forced into the rat race, no time to sit and think

Just as long as you’ve got the cash to buy another drink

Now Sunday is the only day that you get to yourself

But you’ve got to give your thanks and praise or else you’ll go to HELL

Forms to sign and bills to pay every bloody day

Until you turn around and see your life just slipped away

You’ve an office job to go to and a pension fund to pay

Forgotten all the hopes and dreams of your college days

You’d be grateful if you died because your life is such a bore

Unless you raise your voice and yell "I won’t take this anymore"

You dance all day, you dance all night

You dance the dance of the dead

You danced in the streets, you danced in the church

‘Till they kicked you in the head

Show me Love

Show me love on the battlefield, the dead with honest hearts.

Show me love in the schoolyard. Show me blood, show me art.

You can cry, you can sigh, and you can turn a blind eye

But can you show me love in your heart?

Show me love in these empty words, whose meaning no one knows

Show me love for this fool, so lost and far from home

But can you show me a love of your own?

The moon lights a long and lonely road

With happiness eternally denied

And in a world where hope has been postponed

R.I.P. Good Times

The Monster of Kirkham

Commotion in Kirkham, sixteen forty three

The hand of God for the kingdom to see

A mad woman screams of a wicked sight

A monstrous thing in the shape of a child

Born of a mother so popish and proud

Her proclamation for all around;

"Rather bear or become a roundhead,

I bring forth a child without a head."

All you travellers and traitors

And tricksters in tow

Choose your side

And take your vow.

With ears on its shoulders

And eyes on each breast

A decree absolute

To put faith to the test

Exhumed and displayed by preachers

A sign to all as a teacher

The year of our lord sixteen forty three

The hand of God for the kingdom to see.

All you travellers and traitors

And tricksters in tow

Choose your side

And take your vow.

Blessed Be

Blessed be the man with the gun in his hand

He’s got a righteous, religious master plan

He’s got an atom bomb in the shape of a cross

And he’ll free the world of sinners at a collateral cost

We’re building heaven here on earth

We’ll blow it into shape

The present we will burn

And the future we will rape

Glory to the dead with bullet riddled heads

Who suffered and strived to meet your ends

They fought in your war, they died for your cause

They starved for a god but didn’t know it was yours.

Sapsorrow

Here she comes, the fallen one

The angel with no wings.

A testament to freedom

Throughout bitter seasons.

Walked on and on, all alone

Under the fading sky

To find the perfect place

The perfect place to die.

Sapsorrow sings the saddest somgs

Unable to belong

Sapsorrow mourns the morning sun

And we all sing along.

Sapsorrow. Sapsorrow.

You left me alone,

So many years ago.

You left me alone,

To die in the snow.

Devill’s Daughter

(Part One)

We’re gathered tonight, we’ll drink and dance

The bonfires light our feet in the sand

We’ve traveled afar on the land that’s ours

And we’ll drink and dance ‘till the early hours.

We care not for your society,

We’ve come this far, we’ll roam where we please

The banjos, the fiddles, the drums and the voice

The music, the dance, the spirits of choice.

And then one night to our camp came

The strangest man you’ve ever seen

He said "I’ll play for you a merry little tune."

The gentlemen danced and the ladies swooned.

A devilish talent of wicked delight

Of which they’d never seen the like.

He played the reels and the jigs again and again,

Supernatural speed with no sign of pain.

“Devil!” They cried, some ran from his side.

The others were under his spell.

Terror overcame them with the realization

His talents came all the way from hell.

Faster they ran, leaving tracks in the sand

Unaware that one remained.

A five year old girl in a raggle – taggle dress

Said ," I want the power that you posess."

He said, "I’ll teach you to play for a handsome price,

And if you accept I’ll spare your life!"

To be continued …