We’re holding the fortAgainst a dark waveWe’re no heroeslookin to be praisedOnly 7Strange names in the wind We’re guiding this shipThrough the dark wavesAnd we’re not heroesWe won’t be savedOnly 7Lost pebbles in the Brine We got dreamsTo believe inWe got dreamsTo believe in We’re guiding this craftThrough the dark […]

Where are you going, Lucy my love?The full moon hides the sun.We have a daughter, and soon we’ll have a son —and we have but the right to one. She has taken her grandfather’s coatto hide from prying eyes,a goodnight kiss to her two loved ones,then the night train to

I prefer to do than listen.I’m a hooligan windmill — not storm force,but I sway big trees. So just gimme a light and a can of strong brew,and I’ll spark up a hoolie… spark up a hoolie anew!!C’mon — hah!! Hoolie ama hoolie, hoolie ama hoolie, hoolie ama hoolie man.Hoolie

Candles lit up Tannenbaum.Stille Nacht called up the dawn.The khaki army felt rebornon a frozen morn in ’14. When boys walked out into No Man’s Land,exchanging smokes and offering their hands.Songs were sang on the blasted landon that charmed day in ’14. And many’s a tale’s been woven and spun,how

Where do we come from? Where do we go?Ah, did you grow up with tears?Ah, did you grow up with blows? There’s a field and a farm,a boy and a mother,a water tank and a windmill,a little sister and a brother. Hey, don’t you know? It’s a family show. In

Hi, said the blackbird sittin’ on a chair,Once I courted a lady fair.She proved fickle and turned her back —ever since, I been dressed in black. Hi, said the blue jay as she flew,If I was a young man, I’d have two.If one proved fickle and chanced for to go,I’d

When you need someone,when you need someone,when you need someone —I will hear the call (x2). You been caught in the light of a bad satellite,and you’re walking in the night, you’re all wrong, not right.You’re looking for a better way,a getaway,a rescue. When the sky’s fallin’ in and you’re

There’s a scary guy from the eightiesin a black Mercedes,with gris-gris in his pocketand your hair in a locket…Does he know you? Tag and Bone will paint you.Rag and Bone will dress you.But Sack a Bones will take you home (x2).Let me take you home.You look so alone,Lady Rag and

Bin memorising poets and their four-letter rhymes,talking on the telephone with an alien mind.Home is deranged —there’s nowhere safe.It’s gone missin’,it’s missing. Tell me, sweet Jesus, who did Adam call?After the fall. Kickin’ empty bottles on a broken boulevard,addressing curses to the moon and stars.The city is deranged —there’s nowhere