Lyrics

THE AIR RAID SIREN REPAIRMAN

He’s climbing up that pole again
Happy to be at work again
The last 30 years
Well, they’ve been hard
He hums a tune from the radio
As he goes about the work he knows
Servisol and pliers
Firmly in hand

He’s the air raid siren repairman
Did you think to thank him?
You’ll thank him, have you thanked him?
He’s the air raid siren repairman
Now war is back in fashion
But don’t forget to thank him
You’ll thank him

Furloughed in 1991
Air raid siren work all done
And peace broke out
All around the world
Well now he’s up the pole again
Making sure it’s working
Ready to blast out
Them old golden wartime songs

Thank you

WHILE THE CAT'S AWAY

Good day Mrs Brunnel
is the master at the docks again?
Tinkering with his engines
posing by some big chains.
Enboldened by a bold hat
to hang out with aristocrats,
leaving you alone is a prissy, vicky home.

While the cat’s away, expect the fox to call.
Just enquiring about yor health.
That’s All.....

Good day Mrs Byron
is the master at his muse?
Staring at the clouds
scratching with a big pen.
Exploding with a stanza
as he plans an epic poem.
Well, he’s not home?

Good day Mrs Edison
he’s had a bright idea?
Don’t know what he’s inventing,
I know that he’s not here.
It’s shocking and it’s bright,
we don’t need an electric light
for what I propose.

SPACESHIP

That ship we were talking about
The one we said could not exist
I’m starting to have my doubts
‘Cos it’s landed and they’re loading it

I know, I know I’ve been a fool
But the crew they’re not judging me
If I can get to where they load
They said there’d be some space for me

Spaceship, the planets adore you
What a sight to see
Space dust, it falls all around you
Lighting up infinity

Captain, the cry went up
And the crew all looked to me
I think I may have lost my mind
Eternal journey, endless sea

It’s the music of the spheres
It’s the music of the spheres

EFFING BOHEMIANS

Effing Bohemians, would you just look at them?
Effortlessly cool and comfortable
Effing Bohemians, they read their Guardians
They’re informed, educated, no one’s fool
I could never hang with them,
not with this hair cut
I could never be like them

But if you squint, I can pass for one of them
Can’t I?
But if I try, I could look like one of them,
Can’t I?
But it’s no, always no

I want to be with them (Who?)
The Effing Bohemians,
I’ll slip under their radar set to cool
Demeanour betraying, I’ll never be playing
With the chosen, few
I’ll never hang with them,
not in high street clothes
No, I’ll never be like them

I could never hang with them,
not with my education
I could never be like them

OLLIE OLLIE OXEN FREE

Ollie, Ollie, Oxen Free
You are now ‘we’
This is family
All you’ll ever need

Don’t look so down, You can show your face around town
You better wear some shades
‘Cos the normals they don’t feel the same

Ollie, Ollie, Oxen Free
Sing in harmony
Sing in good company
Well, if this is a game then we’re in the lead

Don’t you worry ‘bout them sins
We’ve consigned them to history’s dustbin
Your hands have been cleaned
It’s all a question of perspective you see?

You call the numbers and you throw the dice
You’d like to be with someone who’s nice
But decent folk don’t want you near
The only welcome you’ll get is here

POLITICS IS WAR / POLITICS IS ART

Politics is war, politics is art (hey, hey, hey)
Politics is war, politics is art (hey, hey, hey)

Buckminster Fuller, engineer, designer
Politics is war, I give you a spaceship
A geodesic dome, a secure home
For Earths astronauts, the many are as one

Meanwhile Alan Greenspan, got access to the big man
Gonna change the world in the name of Ayn Rand
And right wing thinktanks, and deluded technocrats
They’re cramming the machines with dodgy stats

Machine made fantasies, machine made money
Machine made stability, no it’s just dynamic chaos
Nothing changes it’s the same authority
It’s the same old greasy Utopia? She shrugged

Meanwhile Robert Rubin, short circuited the big man
Gonna send in the army to save his stash
And Carmen Humdog
She calls and tells it for the what it was
We all commodified ourselves

UNUS MUNDUS (IT’S ALL ABOUT YOU)

The unus mundus is around us
It surrounds us and all that we do
It hints, it pushes, it nudges
Synchronicity in all that we see
Massed forces are forcing you
The universe is controlling you
It's all about you

The unus mundus it governs
It is the purpose in your life
Massed forces are forcing you
The universe is controlling you
Your eyes are open your one of the few
When you’re enlightened you get a great view

A sideways glance reveals it all
Through an unus mundus lens
Massed forces are forcing you
The universe is controlling you
Your eyes are open your one of the few
When you’re enlightened you get a great view

It’s all about you

WE’VE GOT KILLERS

We’ve got killers, we’ve got hours
I’m going to lay some beasts on you
We play indie, we play punk rock
and a little bit of ska too
We’ll surprise you, maybe tease you
Sing along, sing along, sing along
Sounds surviving
15’’ driving the bass into your soul

She closes her eyes
And the noise is all that she knows
With bass rib cage she flies
And she goes where nobody else goes

We’ve got killers, I thought I told you
You’re on the ride now
It’s a blast, scream to go faster
It's a sweaty human zoo

She closes her eyes
And the noise is all that she knows
With bass rib cage she flies
And she goes where nobody else goes

She closes her eyes
She is one now with all of the sound
The bass drum defines her life
What a wonderful way to fly

BIG CROWN

Come and join me for my golden age
(hear him, hear him)
Come and ride upon the crest of my wave
(hear him, hear him)
My justice fair, my orders sweet
(hear him, hear him)
My vision, your treat
(hear him, hear him)

Tiara, tiara, where are you
When I’m needing a crown, needing a crown
Tiara, tiara, I’m wanna wear her
When I need a lift, she’s such a gift
Tiara, tiara, big crown
Big crown is coming on down

Well, here we are, we’re in the land of the free
(hear him, hear him)
I hope you like the taste of milk and honey
(hear him, hear him)
And everything is neat, neat, neat
(hear him, hear him)
My new world order good enough to eat
(hear him, hear him)

WITCHES OF SOHO

She’s scented air
Showing where
She moves through it
Like a photograph
An image of
She moves through it

She moves through it
She’s enchanting this
Confined within it
She moves through

There’s no fame
No need for names
She is everything
It’s such a little place
To contain all this
Yet she moves through it

And when you’re alone
You know you’re never alone

Under steam
In your dreams
She moves through them
She’s from another time
Maybe it’s mine
She moves through it

LAUNCH DAY

By the power of his ego, he built himself a spaceship
Put the launch on at NASA, rockets chromium plated
Did a Youtube channel, to show all the doubters
That he was a man who did what he said, yes

Welcome one and all, come along
To my launch day
Please bring your love and respect, all your friends
To my launch day

By the power of the crowd, he was now a spaceman
Walking out, puffing up to their deafening applause now
He defined, he defied, he was very much his own man
He was king of his own time and space – man

Hear the excited throng
We won’t keep you waiting long

By the power of his ego, he’s now a new star
Circle Earth, shiny lights
Like the rear of his sports car

Hear the frightened throng
Something’s gone terribly wrong

SEEING TO THE BUDS

Confined to quarters
She’s nature’s daughter though
Obeying orders
It goes against the grain you know
Emitting gamma rays and vitamins
Illuminating days
That go on for weeks

She’s digging in the sun
She’s seeing to the buds
She’s passing comment on passing butterflies
She’s got planets, under her nails, she is one

She’s fetching sticks now
She’s going to make them into art
She paints the surface
Even though it falls apart
Emitting gamma rays and vitamins
Illuminating days
That go on for weeks

She’s totally absorbed like she always was
By the tiny insects and the bursting buds
She is one
Yes, she’s one