Spirogyra Album Lyrics Part 2

'Old Boot Wine' & 'Bells Boots & Shambles'

Old Boot Wine

 

Dangerous Dave

 

Heís got a gun he really thinks heís something

He donít have to run he got a sub machine gun

He told his Mum heís gonna join the army

Look at your son heís gonna be a man Ma

He got a uniform

 

Over the seas heís gonna fight for freedom

Waving a flag heís gonna be a hero

Never afraid, heís gonna conquer evil

Do as heís told and make a perfect soldier

He got a uniform

 

Watch yourself soldier boy you missed the point son

Discipline soldier boy, you disappoint me

You just do not, you just do not see

 

Youíre needing a skirt to hide your lack of brain boy

Donít it just hurt to have to think yourself boy

A clear right and wrong, thereíll be no complications

No need to think or write those disertations

He got a uniform

 

Watch yourself soldier boy you missed the point son

Discipline soldier boy, you disappoint me

You just do not, you just do not see

 

Caught in a crumbling castle, who are we

Torn by salvations dragon, hope lives on

And so down into a time

where Liberty and Freedom have no significance

in the current economic crisis

 

 

Van Allenís Belt

 

Looking I opened wide

Daring my eyes to find

Standing on the edge can we go forward

Living in fear of it

And yet too near to return

 

Slipping, I fell inside

Crumbling walls collide

Breaking preconceived ideas like matchsticks

No rock to stand on it

No sure reality world

 

Itís so wide

Itís so wide

Itís so wide

 

Come a little closer to me

If you think you dare

Nothing else can matter to me

All the rest is air

 

Magic has drawn me in

Giving my eyes to you

Herein lies a message

Keep it secret

I have no chains for you

There are no ties in the world

Itís so wide

Itís so wide

Itís so wide

 

Runaway * (Steve Borrill)

 

Run, run, run, runaway

Todayís a holiday

Today we neednít worry

About the clothes we wear

No more Ďgeogí on the old school bog

no cracks about our hair

Janitor Giles, you cannot see me

Janitor Giles, itís great to be free

 

Hide, hide, hide, hide away

Today itís truant we play

Dodgy school inspectors

Will not suspect weíre here

No more French on the old school bench

No clouts behind our ears

Janitor Giles, you cannot see me

Janitor Giles, itís great to be free

 

But life is what you make it

And you missed school today

Good old Smithy and his pals

What keeps them away

 

Weíre going round

We dare not make a sound

To the house of my best friend

To a shed that he has found

And oh youíll have to gasp

As he takes out and shows to you the photograph

Takes out and shows to you the photograph

 

What the picture shows

Is awfully clear to me

My friends older than I

Fest their eyes so greedily

But I shall run away and go upstairs and play with my model railway

 

What goes on at night

When there is no-one else around

Is the strangest part of growing up that Iíve yet found

Though what the doe and rabbit did today at school was real

It failed to answer questions about the way I feel

Maybe Iím a queer?

 

It could be by tomorrow

The answers will be found

In these pages of a magazine

The Vicars left around

And late into the night

We will wonder if the dialog was right

We will wonder if the dialog was right

 

Wonder if my parents worry about this kind of thing

Or am I artificial, has my dad lost his sting?

A lovely girl lives up the road

Sheís much older than I

Iíd really like to know her

Give the whole theory a try

To see if it is real

To see just how it feels

 

Hush now the boy is sleeping

And we donít want him to wake him until the morning

Heís got a hard day to take

At the school that he hates

And so letís leave him dreaming

Until the morning sun shines through his window

Letís leave him dreaming

Until the morning

Letís leave him dreaming

 

Grandad

 

Stuck in an old

Home for lonely folks

Gazing from his window at the snow

Where did you go so wrong?

You struggled all your life

To keep your children warm and safe

Make the world a better

World a better place

 

Stuck in an old

Home for lonely folks

Gazing from his window at the snow

 

Through two long wars

And many years of strife

What is the value of a life?

 

Men well oiled and functioning

Is science in control?

Youíre better off now where you are

I hope you rest

I hope you rest in peace

 

Wings Of Thunder

 

Iím 21, but gosh I do feel old!

Too much concerned

With things which shouldnít worry me

Or hurry me, or make me rush

 

Iím really flash, but gosh I do feel bad!

Completely smashed

Careering down lifeís avenues

Iím out of place and out of touch

 

Rolling over on Wings of Thunder

Weíre riding out to the Sun

Haring over on Wings Of Thunder

Weíre bound  to make it the Sun, Sun, Sun, Sun

Weíre gonna make it the Sun

 

Now Iím in love, and she has got me hooked

But things are good

With poor old me delirious

She takes it all so serious

 

Rolling over on Wings of Thunder

Weíre riding out to the Sun

Haring over on Wings Of Thunder

Weíre bound to make it the Sun, Sun, Sun, Sun

Weíre gonna make it the Sun

 

My head has spread, it wonít stay in one place

Confused and laced

Iím liking going haywire

And I find I have a taste for the pace

 

Rolling over on Wings of Thunder

Weíre riding out to the Sun

Haring over on Wings Of Thunder

Weíre bound to make it the Sun, Sun, Sun, Sun

Weíre gonna make it the Sun

 

 

Worldís Eyes

 

Worldís Eyes Ė see for miles

Light

We are gonna help you

We are gonna help you

 

Each man is human, we all need each other

And walls burn eyes

 

Light

We are gonna help you

 

Iím not a person, my cells are exploding

Iím you, yearn, insane?

 

Go from this room

Leave right away

Thereís nothing here

Thereís nothing here to make you stay

 

Itís not so sad

Youíll find another

Youíll find someone who needs a home

That you can share

Youíre very young

Thereís time to put away your cares

 

But donít forget

We were together

And through forever

I will know that you were there

You need to laugh

So go to where the light is clear

 

As for understanding

If thereís such a thing existing

Thereís a sparkle in your eyes

I find it hard to put in words

And you take me to the depth of sorrow

Pleading for no more tomorrow

Hanging on the edge of moments

I canít bear to end

Iíd have loved you if youíd seen beyond the time

 

You gotta know weíre waiting here

You gotta know weíre waiting here

You gotta know

 

All things will flow

As sure as water

As sure as silence

I will meet you once again

Nothing will change

There are no changes

Thereís only pages

Where the book remains the same

Give fortune time

And we will meet between these lines

 

As for understanding

If thereís such a thing existing

Thereís a sparkle in your eyes

I find it hard to put in words

And you take me to the depth of sorrow

Pleading for no more tomorrow

Hanging on the edge of moments

I canít bear to end

Iíd have loved you if youíd been beyond the line

 

You gotta know weíre waiting here

You gotta know weíre waiting here

You gotta know, You gotta know

You Gotta know

 

 

Donít Let It Get You

 

The facts of life are very simple

A job some money, settle down

Thereís lots of things that may distract you

Ignore them, lest they do you harm

 

They say a dreamer always stumbles

They say a dreamer has to fall

Onto the rocks of what is solid

Into the arms of what is all

 

Donít let it get you

 

My eyes were cracked my body broken

My thoughts all bent my seam was torn

Stood lost in space with no direction

When suddenly I heard a call

 

Donít let it get you

 

What is this point of no returning

Where I am standing with my friends

There is no basis left for learning

There is no start or end

 

Donít let it get you

 

 

Disraeliís Problem * (Steve Borrill)

 

Just seen the soldiers on patrol in Derry

What they thinking?

Bet they wish they could stay at home

Go out drinking in the evening

 

Just seen the newsprint tonight

Violence increasing, an explosion

Suddenly a public house went off bang

Foul play suspected, someoneís cheating

 

Surely you see at the top of the stairs

A young mother cries

Convinced that her husband lies bleeding, defying

While 13 more died

See how her eyes glow

Sheís going insane

And you tell me enquiries will show

Whose to blame

But next Sunday at 2,  will happen again, again.

 

So you think you can get away

Go down to Brighton for a season

Discuss the issues from day to day

Looking for reasons on paper

 

Surely you see at the side of the road

What looks like a bomb

Shoppers with children lie bleeding and dying

But what have they done

See how our eyes glow

Weíre going insane

And you tell me enquiries will show

Whose to blame

But Maudling, you fool, it will happen again, again

 

A Canterbury Tale

 

Thereís smoke in the hills

And dust in the valley

Theyíre burning candles now in Canterbury

And thereís roads that go East

And roads that go West

And roads to the sea to see where the seagulls fly

 

And there was a group who played in the country

And sang through the changes

Young hearts must needs be finding

 

I see dispersion

New roads are calling us

And though that means a parting

It is not for always

You should not be lonely

How Iím going to miss you

 

What do you think of yourself

Do you think of yourself

As a lion or a tiger?

Do you have eyes for the dark

Can you play in the park

With no fear of the strangers?

 

We will not be frightened

 

How do you handle your life

Are you conquered by strife

Are you wholly receptive?

Are you surrendered to doubt

Do you keep a look out

Are you open to changes?

 

We will not be frightened

 

Bells Boots & Shambles

 

The Furthest Point

 

Body and matter just flow

Into an infinite number of variables

Which can be meaningless or false

Or disproved by scientific negotiations

Whilst Love, Mind and Limb

Are easily interchangeable

In the hands of physicians

Perfectly equipped

With all the modern devices

So you stand there, merely bewildered

And looking at the Moon

 

We are the stars

We are the furthest point you can see

We are we

 

Donít be sad if I should say

That once upon a time I was a young man

Filled with thoughts of special beauty

Living well on hopes

But nothing solid

Life, Life

 

Turn away and make a million

Gather all you can and make it your land

But remember at the end

Youíll look and see youíre nothing but a dead man

Life, life

 

But ee, we started off so wide eyed

Never doubting success

But it were foolish to undertake such a mammoth task

As re-organisation of molecular history

And thereís absolutely no basis

For any particular currency of thought

When living in

McLuhanís Media, awareness area

Communicating with each atom that explodes

 

We are the stars

We are the furthest point you can see

We are we

 

Who can you trust

to be your friend in this division

when standing in the middle of

a mighty bad collision

Itís always best to stay amused

 

Well us lot here

Weíre waiting for a big salvation

Someone whose gonna stop decay

And get on with creation

Someone whose gonna save the world

 

The sort of chap who bridges gaps

And sorts out muddles

A smashing bloke whoíll help the dregs

And drag big heads in puddles

I wonder if it might be me

 

But no thatís  daft

Youíre nowhere near to being that super

No our chap, heíll be just the job

The sort to have in clinches

Weíll know him cause heíll be alive

Weíll know him cause heíll be alive

Weíll know him cause heíll be alive

 

If you are old, you may be moved

Youíll know all things must pass

And you will think about the song

You sang when you were young

And there was glory

 

Old Boot Wine

 

Donít be scarred of shadows

Nasty men who lurk

Lots of rotten bullies

Pushing you around

They will never steal

What it means to feel

The wonders of being without

 

Where I stand it seems that existence

Is resistance to despair

Now I know my lifeís not been easy

But at least it has been there

Sometimes thereíll be good times

Some folk can be kind

But the wind that blows inside us

Will be blind

 

For this time I have waited for ages

All my pages have been dry

Iíve been lost in a swirling of potions

All my motives have been high

Over every molehill

Under every mile

For the essence of motion is devotion

To the wheel

 

So you see Iím not going to mind it

Or define it in degrees

Every inch of being is like all time

Is the right time to be free

 

 

Parallel Lines Never Separate

 

The lights were high and burning

The room was filled up with men

Some playing cards for higher stakes

Some looking into telescopes pointed within them

 

Are you with me

Itís you and me

I feel youíre on my side

Are you my space

A trace of lace

A face thatís near to mine

 

Theyíre going back

Theyíve had it

Theyíre slipping up on their ends

Theses foolish men

With eyes of ice

The culmination of things

That were never inevitable

 

Are you my wing, my everything

My platform to the sky

Are you my gem, a star for them

Upon the other side

 

Iím caught on a cloud

A feeling not defined

Iím floating away

A stranger with no eyes

A loser with no ties

The laughter rings

 

Weíve plenty to do

I never would complain

Feet losing the ground

Iím always out of time

I always miss the line

It doesnít count

 

But Oh no, no. no, no

Why must I always be far away

Gone astray

Caught like a bubble in the wind

 

They took him away

They said that he was bad

He told them the truth

They said he had to pay

They said he couldnít stay

They always chose

 

But Oh no, no. no

Why must I always be far away

Gone astray

Acting like traitors

Trapped in time

 

Spiggly

 

Love so easy

Love so fine

Into our lives

The time we always needed

No more to stray in shadow

I feel us make it

Hope we make it

Over

 

An Everyday Consumption Song

 

I asked him to take me upstairs

Where the music was loud

He said things have changed

Iím consumed, I belong to the crowd

My lifeís an echo

Where do I stand in relation to you

And the world spins round

They say the world spins round

Am I alive

And my head spins round

I say my head spins round

Iíve been confined

 

Feelings defying description are troubling me

Iím in a vacuum

A nameless statistical sea

My lifeís a number

Seeking a factor to treble itís value to three times three

Equals the point where theyíll maximise me

Three blind mice at an amazing price

Come in and see

 

Here with the swingers

I never make it

Iím out of date

My life is useless

Rupert refuses

To be my friend

We will think of you

Think of you

 

Rupertís gone funny

Heís got a boyfriend

Iím out of place

Faces keep changing

Nothing is stable

Iíve lost the race

We will think of you

Think of You

 

The Sergeant Says

 

The sergeant says

Youíve got to turn down the lights

Itís the things you keep concealed

That makes you safe in the night

Not the stars

 

The sergeant says

That if thereís room at the top

Heíll be sure to let you through

To give the things that youíve got

If you fit

 

Weíve been living on air, oh yeah

Weíve been living on air, oh yeah

 

The sergeant says

That if youíre nearing the phone

Will you kindly check transmission

As the meters have gone

Out of phase

 

And I suggest

That if youíre thinking of her

That the best thing you can do

Is to forget she exists

And get on

 

Youíve been living on air, oh yeah

Youíve been living on air, oh yeah

 

And she lives in a block of flats

Sheís always on her own

Iíve tried to get in touch with her

But sheís not on the phone

And every avenue you lead

Itís never where you are

The stars that blow into the night

Are never very far

 

And so I play the game

Of the gone insane

And the never, never, never can tells

And I try my best

To get on through the test

Of the never, never, never can tells

 

Iím becoming aware, oh yeah

Iím becoming aware, oh yeah

 

So this may well be the last song I write

Cause I canít touch the truth

When the words donít seem right

Well, who cares?

Iíll leave you now with a silent salute

To the man dressed in armour

Who has stolen your youth and your charm

 

Weíve been living on air, oh yeah

Weíve been living on air, oh yeah

 

 

But one day I will find a way

To save her from her plight

It may well take a million years

But she will see the light

 

Because Iíve had enough of the hoochy coo

And the never, never, never can tells

And Iím going back to the human zoo

To see if animals are relatives of mine

To see if animals are relatives of mine

To see if animals are relatives, if animals are relatives

If animals are relatives of mine

Of mine mine mine mine mine

 

In The Western World

 

a)      In The Western World

       

I wake my days, look at the world

How it laughs at a man who can have no place

Put on a smile, into the streets

How they ache for the smell of a sunny field

But still machines they grind

And life is harder now than it has been before

 

They say youíre mad

Look at the wealth in the western world

For a boy with brains

Please come with us

Weíll buy your soul

With the privilege of a chosen few

And so machines they grind

And life is harder now

Than it has been before

 

b)      Jungle Lore

 

We came away from the sea

There was you, there was me

There were others

We made a home on the land

Where we found we could stand

In the sunlight

Nearly there, nearly there

 

We fought for life in the gap

Where we found weíd a knack, for survival

All forms of live were controlled

They were bought, they were sold

They were smothered

Nearly there, nearly there

 

If life is a plight

In a jungle fight

Must we now turn on our brothers?

If life is a case

Of strong and weak

Will the strong now devour all the others

Or themselves?

 

There is no room anymore

Nowhere left to escape, no evasion

There is no choice anymore

We must now learn to live with each other

Or implode, or implode

 

If life is a plight

In a jungle fight

Must we now turn on our brothers?

If life is a case

Of strong and weak

Will the strong now devour all the others

Or themselves?

 

Hey look at the race

I wonder who is winning

I wonder if they know

It doesnít mean a thing

Hey look at the pace

Stability is spinning

But then it doesnít matter to a clown

A clown

 

c)       Coming Back

 

A knight in arms, a knight in dark

As he turns we are digested

A face lit up, beyond despairing

This voice that was rejected

 

Give it back to the shores of Albion

Where the mills were first abused

Give it back to the folk in search of hope

Give it back the will to live

 

A strange recluse, this thought elusive

We cheated with excuses

Amid the rush of evil forces

Abusing our resources

 

Coming back the tide

That canít be stopped

The wheels that always roll

Coming back beyond the eyes of greed

Coming back inside your soul

 

A nearer man has never feared

Than the one Who is within you

The voice you heard before you died

When your mind was most receptive

 

Coming back from below

Through all these years

At last I hear the bells

Coming back with winds

That fill the sails

Of rags, defeat and fools

Coming back the tide that canít be stopped

The wheels that always roll

Coming back with winds to fill the sails

Of rags, defeat and fools

 

d)      Western World Reprise

(A jolly good idea!)

 

 
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