1. The Human Condition (Intro)
2. Just a Great Big Hole (Misunderstanding)
3. The Tree That Barked (Vindication)
4. I Have a Mandrobe (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder)
5. Misfits & Twits (Exclusion)
6. How Can Heaven Be That Big (Disillusionment)
7. Rose Coloured Glasses (Love)
8. The Curious Observatory (Mindscape)
9. Split Personality (Criminal Paranoia)
10. I Bent My Spanner (Drug Abuse)
11. Blunting The Blades (Vulnerability)
12. A Large Table With Only One Chair (Loneliness)
13. My Raincoat (Dishonesty)
14. Sunshine & Wine (Freedom)

The Human Condition (Intro)

‘Most people do not really want freedom because freedom involves responsibility and most people are frightened of responsibility’

‘We all want to be recognised and appreciated, but we’re not all accepted
Some are too different, these people search themselves and are curiously observed’

‘To be curious is to be open and questioning
 our imagination and minds should always be tested
In order to find yourself you must lose yourself in the search’

Just A Great Big Hole (Misunderstanding)

If I tell you a story, I would tell you no lies
I’m the man on the corner looking through blind eyes
You think I’m complicated but my heads a big hole
I try so hard to get better but I simply do as I’m told

Why don’t you believe me when I tell you
Nothing ever really matters to me
Don’t you know I like it simple
Cos the hard things for me
Are just too much to know
I wanna tell you how I hope that nothing bad
Will ever come between me and you
I spend my life protecting you and all the things that we do
Without you my life’s dull
It’d be a great big hole

If I tell you a story, promise me you’ll keep
A secret no-one discovers, just keep me on my feet
I didn’t want to tell you, I never know what’s right
Now I’ve got to be open and it cuts me like a knife

Why don’t you believe me when I tell you
Nothing ever really matters to me
Don’t you know I like it simple
Cos the hard things for me
Are just too much to know

Without you my life’s dull
It’d be a great big hole

Why don’t you believe me when I tell you
Nothing ever really matters to me
Don’t you know I like it simple
Cos the hard things for me
Are just too much to know
I wanna tell you how I hope that nothing bad
Will ever come between me and you
I spend my life protecting you and all the things that we do
Without you my life’s dull
Without you my life’s dull
Without you my life’s dull
It’d be a great big hole

I Have A Mandrobe (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder)

Everything is in its place, neatly stacked and folded
Regimented, ordered, labelled
So I know where to find it

Order is all that I need, nothing screwed or creased
Things aligned, some things behind
Nature of the beast
Chaos soon flies eastward

Hey, pointing eastward
Be secure and facing eastward

The highest shelf holds secrets
And every draw is lined
My cupboards simply handy
So nothing, nothing gets entwined

Hey, it’s out of place
Get it all facing eastward

If things are never simple
Chaos soon sets in
If short stands behind tall things
My head is twisted string

Hey, it’s confusing
Get it all pointing eastward 

Order is all that I need, my lists are getting longer
Prioritise the madness, my OCD gets stronger
There’s nothing like a Mandrobe or draws to fit things in
My shelves are never dusty, my rubbish is in the bin, rubbish in the bin

Get it all in place, get it all back in place
Get it all in place, won’t you get it all in place
Get things in their space, Hey, it’s out of place
Get it all in place, I said, get it all in place

Order is all I need, everything should be neat
Things are straight, all in date, no fish mixed with meat

Tidy it up, tidy it up
Bubbade dub bubbade dub 
Tidy, tidy, tidy, tidy

Misfits and Twits (Exclusion)

Standing out and feeling different, what is a man to do?
You’re twisting your smile, you walk mile after mile and get nowhere
You haven’t got a clue

‘you are a misfit, a complete twit!...you are a misfit’

You try to fit in, but just be yourself
Whilst trying to make an impression
But you then fall from grace, and fall flat on your face
At least it’s taught you a lesson

‘cos you are a misfit, a misfit.  Yeah, a misfit’

Jesus will love you, well that I’m really sure
But we know that you’ll never fit in
Jesus will love you, but you’ll never be a hit
Your life is in the bin, just lay down and quit
Why don’t you lay down and quit

‘just quit’

You are a misfit
You are the misfit in your own world
You’re the misfit
Misfit in your own world

Feeling fine, just wasting time
I never expected too much
Your life is all hazy, nothing but lazy
And you’re never quite in touch

But I’m also a misfit
I am the misfit in my own world
Yeah I am the misfit
And I don’t fit
I don’t fit in here, I don’t fit in here
I don’t belong in here

‘you’re a misfit, he’s a misfit, she’s a misfit, we’re all misfits!
And we’re all living in our own made up, mucked up world’

How Can Heaven Be That Big (Disillusionment)

How can heaven be that big
How can heaven be that big

I like to think we have a place
We all go when life is over
I’m certain that this place is bright
As bright as a super nova

The days are long and sun does shine
And death is one long gig
But there‘s one thing I don’t understand
How can heaven be so big

How can heaven be that big
How can heaven be that big
How can heaven be that big
How can heaven be that big
That big

Heaven’s just too small
There’s no room inside for all
Best wishes to who do well
Do the others all go to hell?

How can heaven be that big?
How can heaven be that big? 

There’s room for more inside
I hear a bell boy cry
I wonder what the requirements are
As there’s plenty more to die

How can heaven be that big
How can heaven be that big

How can heaven be that big
How can heaven be that big
No, no, no
How can heaven be that big
Live your life as one long gig
How can heaven be that big
It can’t be that big!

Split Personality (Criminal paranoia)

Creep out at night in your guises
Having fun with your criminal devices
I see a crack in the window
Within seconds I’m inside someone’s household, ooh yeah
In my world I’ve two or three faces
And you won’t recognise me in the places I go

I can do anything, I could be standing beside you now
You wouldn’t know, nor would you know how
It could be me standing outside your window
You wouldn’t know if it were me who was on your phone
And you can think what you like, unless you’re picking a fight you better leave me well enough alone
Cos I’m the paranoid party
Paranoid, innocent party

I can pick the best house in the road
I could easily survive in your wardrobe
I got my face pushed up against your keyhole
You haven’t got a nook or cranny that I don’t know, no, no!
Given half a chance I’ll be spying
It doesn’t matter what I say if I’m lying to you

I might be anywhere, I might be standing behind your door
I could be hiding beneath the floor
Or maybe I’ll be up on something high and
Staring through your bedroom window when you’re alone
If there’s a picture I like I’d be cutting out the eyes
I could watch you when you’re on your own
Cos I’m the paranoid party
Paranoid, innocent party

Split personality, I’ve got a split personality
‘into one goes two’
Split personality, I’ve got a split personality
‘into one goes two’
Split personality, I’ve got a split personality
‘into one goes two’
Split!

‘I’m watching you’
‘oi, behave yourself!’
‘what, that wasn’t me…was it?’

I Bent My Spanner (Drug Abuse)

Some are strong, and some are weak,
Some are bold, and some are meek
Some will try, and some give in
Some teetotal, some on gin

Aaaahh gin!

I know how hard to wield my hammer
I bent my spanner
I know how hard to wield my hammer
I bent my spanner

Some are black, and some are white
Some are gentle, some will fight

I know how hard to wield my hammer
I bent my spanner
I know how hard to wield my hammer
I bent my spanner

Ooh the wickedness of substance
When things aren’t quite what they seem
So what’s the point in pushing hard
And what does it all mean?
What does it all mean?

We like to walk but have to run
We get tied up and then become undone

I know how hard to wield my hammer
I bent my spanner
I know how hard to wield my hammer
I bent my spanner

Blunting The Blades (Vulnerability)

Sharp, lethal, shiny and new
Grip hand tight, pointing at you
Death kick spin and he falls to the ground
Whip, crack away, blunting the blades
Blunting the blades

My pictures tell a story
But my story’s seldom told
Blunting the blades

Round, turbine, solid and strong
Fuel ignite, jet thrust song
Wing flaps down and tail fin aligned
Birds fly in, blunting the blades
Blunting the blades
Blunting the blades

My pictures tell a story
But my story’s seldom told

Push it, ride it, cut it short
Trim and strim, much to Hort
Culture, dig, prune things lower,
Cut and slash, blunt the blades

Dig a hole, going underground
Hack it, split it, cut it down
Treading on flowers while digging weeds
Capability’s muddy knees

Red tape, mindless views
Complicated living, politicians rules
File it, bin it, shred the news
You have no money so what’s the use

Bureaucratic, stupid laws
MP’s lying, closing doors
The system has you, you feel abused
Too much paper, blunts the blades
Blunting the blades

A Large Table But Only One Chair (Loneliness)

Empty and waiting like a playground with no children
You’re silent and resting
And your thoughts have no reason
Black becomes white
The day has become night
And you’re sitting at a large table
But there’s only one chair

Singing and humming but you’re making no sound
Your head feels like it’s swimming
But your feet are on the ground
Red becomes grey
The night becomes day
Still sitting at a large table
But there’s only one chair

Soon you will find a peace of mind
But I cannot tell you what’s going on inside

You think you’re famous but no-one cares
You thought you had friends
But there’s no-one there
Time disappears
You wait but no-one comes
You’re sitting at a large table
But there’s only one chair

Soon you will find a peace of mind
But I cannot tell you what’s going on inside

Shadows long and tall
As moonlight bathes us all
Even flowers close their eyes
As stars fill the skies
And now the city’s sleeping

You have tomorrow and you plan enough to do
You try keeping busy
But you haven’t got a clue
The day’s too long
So you write another song
Whilst sitting at your large table
With only one chair

My Raincoat (Dishonesty)

I found this old raincoat
I couldn’t leave it behind
You said I was stealing
You said, ‘leave it’ well I tried

It kept me warm, kept me dry
And I was glad to go outside
Now I’m looking for a hat
To match the coat that I have
That’s hanging so proud in the hall
With your gloves and your scarf and your shawl
These lost items cost nothing at all

Sunshine & Wine (Freedom)

Instrumental

1. The Puritan’s Son
2. Witch Hunting
3. Reap The Profits
4. Manningtree
5. Familiars
6. Prickers & Seekers
7. The Coven
8. Black Shuck
9. The Hangman
10. Rope
11. Assizes
12. The Book

The Puritan’s Son

‘We are gathered here today to ask God for strength and protection, 
As we wage war upon the plague of witches that have besieged our land.
Foul demons set upon the earth by Satan’s own hand.
There will be no mercy upon their souls…Amen.’     

Hunting Witches

In days gone by so much was different
Reckless thoughts and beliefs were rife
Primitive notions and punishment harsh
Makes our world we know a stark contrast

We’re in paradise

The fear of witches had those of god
Seeking answers for evil ways
People scared of curse and hexes
Looked at people who were dark or crazed

We’re in paradise

They were put to the test
Until they met their death
They were really ordinary folk
Matthew made them look a joke
Hunting witches

We take our story back to times when maidens lived in fear
Of Matthew Hopkins down in Suffolk way
Witch-hunting when near
Hunt the witch
Hunt the witch

300 women in all but name
Their only crime was to believe in magic
And Matthew tried them all by water
And lit the fires, turned the wheels of history 
Of their slaughter

And we’re in paradise
And we’re in paradise

Reap The Profits

I’m profiteering from killing women
Even though they may be innocent
The paranoid king has died
The country’s left in turmoil

Civil war is raging through town
Such distrust abounds the land
The paranoid king has died
So anarchy reigns supreme
People now are fearing witchcraft 
So I’ve become the witch-finder general

I will reap the profits
And charge by the dunk
I’ll watch them swing by the neck
Or hear them scream until they’ve sunk

I will reap the profits
And charge by the dunk
I’ll watch them swing by the neck
Or hear them scream until they’ve sunk

‘thou shall not suffer a witch to live’

It’s not that I dislike you, I just don’t care
My job’s to keep the county clean and you were there
You were there

I  dress in leather and pointy hat
With handkerchiefs of finest silk
My boots are made of hide
I’ve become the witch-finder general

Manningtree

He set out to buy an inn
Manningtree
His thoughts now lie within
He met John Stearne so tall and thin
They cast their plans to commit such sin

Manningtree, witches river
Satan wouldn’t let you rest
Horse and rider, the River Stour
Hopkins began his dark quest

Manningtree
John had lists of all the suspects
Manningtree
Matthew had financial prospects
Women to them were no more than objects
The country needs to rid such subjects

Manningtree, witches river
Satan wouldn’t let you rest
Horse and rider, the River Stour
Hopkins began his dark quest

‘Elizabeth Clarke indicted for murder, the wickedest woman, you should have heard her
Little john slain but Hopkins caught her, the Manningtree tailor was her informer’

His wife fell ill which gave suspicion
Cos Clarke’s own mother had been to prison
Her kinfolk also wouldn’t listen
Which sent young Hopkins on his mission
She was so bad that no-one in the village was safe
Hopkins had her and so he started presenting his case

1645 the year, carnal relations she made it clear
The devil worship, gaining fear
So no-one dare to have her near

Manningtree, have her near
Manningtree, she made it clear
Manningtree, to have her near
Manningtree, Manningtree

Manningtree, witches river
Satan wouldn’t let you rest
Horse and rider, the River Stour
Hopkins began his dark quest

Familiars

I smell the dogs and hogs
An inter dimensional feeling
Spiritual outlines and smoky forms
The devil’s presence and being

Imps and fairies plague the room
As cats begin to howl
You manifest these evil forms
The stench of which is so foul

I see familiars that suckle from devils mark
You call the spirits up from forces dark

Cast out these demons, scare the witch
Tie her down, rope the bitch
Her presence doth offend thee
She’ll swing from highest tree
She’ll swing from highest tree

My name is Matthew Hopkins and I forbid you to appear
Pyewacket, Greedigut, I dare you not come near

Cast out your demons, pull them out
My seekers find another so take her out
Her presence doth offend me
She’ll swing from highest tree
She’ll swing from highest tree

Cast out her demons, stop the curse
Your evil little gremlins are nothing worse
Their presence doth offend me
They’ll swing from highest tree
They’ll swing from highest tree
Swing from highest tree

Cast out her demons, take her down
We’ll take her to the river to see if she might drown
Her presence doth offend me
She’ll swing from highest tree
She’ll swing from highest tree
Swing from highest tree

Prickers & Seekers

I tell a tale of prickers and seekers
People armed with blades and needles
Testing accused to see them bleed
No blood, then life became needless

Prickers and Seekers, Prickers and Seekers
Prickers and Seekers

Trial by stabbing, drawing blood
If you’re innocent then you will bleed
But prickers sometimes blunt their weapons
So witch, these are the signs we’ll read

Prickers and Seekers, Prickers and Seekers
Prickers and Seekers

‘they will find you, yes and I will get you!’

No sleep, no sleep, so they will soon confess
Now that Matthew has them
Now that Matthew has them
His partner Stearne, still so much to earn
His partner Stearne, still so much to earn
He ties them to a chair and drowns them

‘and may god have mercy upon your soul’
‘nah, go on, dunk the bitch!’

Prickers and Seekers, Prickers and Seekers
Prickers and Seekers

‘my prickers and seekers will find you’

The Coven

Instrumental

Black Shuck

You prowl the hedgerows and your red eyes peer
Did witches summon you, now that you are here?
A snarl is sometimes heard yet you are rarely seen
This demon’s in the folklore
Demon in the folklore

If you encounter it you should close your eyes
For it will hex you, then everybody dies
He melts into the trees, it’s so rarely seen
This demon’s in the folklore
Demon in the folklore

‘he’ll bring you bad luck, there’s nothing as bad as shuck’

Are you the black hound of Odin?
When the Viking’s sailed towards Norfolk
You stowed away deep in which they rowed in
Now you’ve become Black Shuck
Now you’ve become Black Shuck
Now you’ve become Black Shuck
Now you’ve become Black Shuck

We think it’s a curse upon us
The witches howl, we cringe and cower
Raising familiars from the dead
Are you the black hound of Odin?
When the Viking’s sailed towards Norfolk
Towards Norfolk


Are you the black hound of Odin?
When the Viking’s sailed towards Norfolk

The Hangman

I am the hangman, scaring little girls
I am the hangman, a witches life unfurls
My face you’ll never see
Whilst fashioning my noose for all who’ll be
Noose for all who be

I am the hangman, I build my gallows high
So no-one that I know can recognise my eyes
It’s not that I am scared
It’s cos I be ashamed to sometimes murder thee
Sometimes murder thee

‘if they be a witch’

It’s just a job I do
My cold hard palms now blistered and blue
As I pull on the ropes
Another dead witch to add to my notes
Another dead witch to add to my notes
My notes

Spine snap and gurgle
Their twisted necks wrenched as they dangle
They writhe and they shake
No air for their lungs, they gasp and break

The noose is tight and the crowd stands still
It’s another witch that I’ve had to kill
Their innocence haunts my dreams
But I still watch and hear their silent screams
My hands are stained and no-one knows just how I feel
Despite all this I play my part their death is sealed

The noose hangs loose around my heart
Yet I turn killing into an art
I fashion rope so necks will crack
I hear them drop, heads will pop and snap
My hands are stained and no-one knows just how I feel
Despite all this I do my job their death is sealed

Spine snap and gurgle
Their twisted necks wrenched as they dangle
They writhe and they shake
No air for their lungs, they gasp and break

I am the hangman, executing rope-man
Husband and breadfan, paid by the body
Death is my work, you will never know me

Rope

‘My name is John Stearne, I’ve plenty of money to earn
I’ll torment the witches for truth, I’ll assist Matthew, gaining the proof’

In the night the clouds tossed up a storm
And it’s all around me
Dark shadows are cast out long and tall
And they’re all about me

Every mother will cradle their young
And she’ll love her babies
And they teach her what she had become
But she was no lady

Now the witches are out in full flight
Making plans that turn days into night
Familiars prepare what they can
So they can run rings around man
It’s treading on eggshells that stops them
From treading each other

I believe with enough rope they might hang themselves
Shoot themselves if you give enough ammunition
They lie and forget what they said when questioned
You never know what the truth is
You never know what the truth is
You never know what the truth is
You never know what the truth is

You get a feeling that no-one is safe
From a tongue lashing slap in the face
You never know what the truth is

What the truth is, what the truth is
What the truth is

But, I believe with enough rope they might hang themselves
Shoot themselves if you give enough ammunition
They lie and forget what they said when questioned
You never know what the truth is

I believe with enough rope they might hang themselves
Shoot themselves if you give enough ammunition
They lie and cheat, they make a fool of you
You never know what the truth is

‘ death for money’

Assizes

We are the judges of assizes from the county of Norfolk
We condemn your actions of wickedness
Condemn your actions of wickedness 

You have subjected your victims to such an abominable plan
By inhumane, unmerciful trial
Inhumane, unmerciful trial
Which resulted in death

Your actions were fuelled by the promise of a purse
From selfish greed
You thought your actions had no consequence
 
You had no thoughts for anything less
It resulted in death

Parliamentary news, the moderate intelligencer
Has you in writing as a self-appointed witcher
So you hold no license, this court shall forbid you
You shall cease all practice here within

We are the judges of assizes from the county of Norfolk
Condemn your actions of wickedness
Condemn your actions of wickedness 

‘guilty’

‘there’s a certain truth that witches deny their baptism, when they covenant with the devil’

‘observe these generations of witches if they be at any time abused
By being called whore, thief…..by any where they live, they are the readiest to cry and wring their hands, and shed tears in abundance and run with full and right sorrowful acclamations to some justice of the peace, and with many tears make their complaints’

‘but now, behold their stupidity; nature of the elements reflection from them, when they are accused for this horrible and damnable sin of witchcraft, they never alter or change the countenances, nor let one tear fall’

We are the judges of assizes from the county of Norfolk
We are the judges of assizes from the county of Norfolk

‘condemn you’, 
‘guilty, guilty, guilty’

We are the judges of assizes
We are the judges of assizes

‘thou shall not suffer a witch to live’

The Book

My book, my heart, my soul’s dying
I put it all on paper you must read it
I’m a young man trying but I’m finding
My actions are not being agreed

Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live
Are my words and my views
This scourge of humanity is like vermin, it breeds
Did I not remove these pestilent witches?
They all spread fear

So I made them pay, then lose
I made them pay, they lose

Such superstitious hysteria grew
So I quashed them for you
I removed what was feared by you
You paid my wages
So why do you question things now
You paid me my silver

And I made them pay, then lose
I made them pay, they lose 

My book, my heart, my soul’s dying
I put it all on paper you must read it
I’m a young man trying but I’m finding
My actions are not being agreed

The Church of England hates me
But the royal court has their way
Let people know my story
Before I lay in my grave

Let anyone judge my writings 
As I leave you ‘Judicet Ullus’

1. Invention
2. Origin of Species
3. Gondal Ground
4. Bon Voyage
5. Suffer The Women
6. The Father of Science Fiction
7. Pool of Tears
8. Victoria
9. Lady of the Lamp
10. Elephant Man
11. The Ripper
12. I am not a Criminal

Invention

The kingdom of Brunel, the ships now made of steel
The land of Queen Victoria, she made some hefty deals
We had so much more and better was our pride
England built on industry, coal and steam was fired

Hard metal, men of steel
And the drugs to make us well
Hard metal, men of iron
We steamed across the sea, We steamed across the sea
Victorious people we, Victorious people we

We bartered through our days and made our world to sell
Inventions no-one perceived, the stories they could tell
Bridges, ships and tunnels we spanned the widest gorge
The railway lines were stretching, so much we could afford

Hard metal, men of steel
And the drugs to make us well
Hard metal, men of iron
We steamed across the sea, We steamed across the sea
Victorious people we, Victorious people we

So let's go hear the story of such bold, inventive times
Discoveries and adventures, creative human kind
So much that we have learnt
Because we needed to move forward
We stretched our capabilities
And marched our way toward infinite possibilities
We became the workshop of the world
Forging the rhythm of metal, metal, metal

Away this clink and clank of steel
To the abbey which you lie
A man who’s thoughts would change our race
To this we live and die

Crashing plates of metal, surging steam and fire
Forging our way forward, drive the wheels of the empire
Parallel lines and girders, sweat of toiling labour
Pumping rods and bearings, the grease of grind to tailor

Hard metal, men of steel
And the drugs to make us well
Hard metal, men of iron
We steamed across the sea, We steamed across the sea
Victorious people we, Victorious people we

Origin of Species

Listen to what this great man said
And hear the theories coming out of his head
Believe it or not we were all just monkeys
Heed his words cos he's the evolution junky

Many papers in which he writes
About the insects and all their plights
To carry down the long great line
So they can develop into human kind

When fishes start to walk on land
When reptiles weren't quite agile and
When dinosaurs died, the monkey survives
They start building missiles ending all our lives
Oh Charlie boy what have you done
And now you've upset the church as one, oh no
Your theory says that man was once ape
To upset gods believers was such a mistake

Natural selection, diversity of life
No more creation, it's evolution strife
Natural selection, diversity of life
No more creation, it's evolution and strife
Evolution and strife

Charlie talks of love and life
And all the meanings of all our strengths and strife
But all good things will come to pass
Can’t you see that religion’s a farce

How can man be from the dust
And woman born for Mans sick lust, oh no!
It's male and female, husband and wife
And only nature that gives us life
Gives us life, gives us life

Natural selection, diversity of life
Diversity of life
No more creation, it's evolution strife
Evolution strife
Natural selection, diversity of life
Diversity of life
No more creation, it’s evolution and strife
Evolution
Evolution and strife

It’s love that we are born

Gondal Ground

She walks alone and gets so far before the fields of purple tracks
Where all those creepy little thoughts she lost are coming back

The moors poetic ramble, dreams that tumble through her restless mind
She questions why they hover, the answers hard to find

There's every reason to suspect that love will rise and fall
We balance life on scales of time with safety nets for all
Her rainbow thoughts that merge into the Gondal ground
Her literacy will move your soul
But she will hardly make a sound
Hardly make a sound, hardly make a sound

Like the music from her world and voices from the past
They're caught between the things she'd do
And what she’d done last

She'll gather thoughts together
Surround herself where spirits linger next
Heath and moor she wanders, she'll disguise her dying breath

There's every reason to suspect that love will rise and fall
We balance life on scales of time with safety nets for all
Her rainbow thoughts that merge into the Gondal ground
Her literacy will move your soul
But she will hardly make a sound
Hardly make a sound, hardly make a sound

And once again she fails to see what wuthering’s time might bring
But just as sure the day will end, the night shall soon begin

There's every reason to suspect that love will rise and fall
Rise and fall
We balance life on scales of time with safety nets for all
Nets for all
Her rainbow thoughts that merge into the Gondal ground
Gondal ground
Her literacy will move your soul
But she will hardly make a sound
Make a sound
Hardly make a sound, hardly make a sound
Make a sound

Tomorrow comes, again she walks, let daylight talk of colour
The bright blue sky, the purple heather
The day has formed and she will write another
She will write another, another

Bon Voyage

So bon voyage, sail across the deep blue sea
We’ll carry the word that you'll reach your destiny
And remember who you are
We'll remember who you are

Decks for all those people both high and low
Quarters below and then cabins so high
We'll remember who you are
We'll remember who you are

We don't know your names, no-one knows your names
But we all know the tale, how she’d ever sink or fail
Sink or fail

Open all the portholes of your dreams
Guide this mighty rudder through the sea
We'll remember who you are
We'll remember who you are

Stoke the engines, drive the turbines harder
We must attempt to cross the sea much faster
Toughened steel, rivet plate of the white line 
Against the sea

Polished wood and glass and those chandeliers
Oh, tell me true that you are unsinkable
Despite its tragic ending
It remains as powerful in loss

And we’ll remember who you are
Remember who you are
We'll remember who you are
Remember who you are

Suffer The Women

Suffer the women I hear you cry
The gentle race, not eye to eye
Man will always rock the boat
Woman never get the vote

Suffragettes, they suffer more
They have their rights, so ask for more
They're only fighting for their liberty
When people say 'know your place'
We know it divides the human race

Just round the bend she sees him come
She'll make her point to everyone
Horse and rider, she has no qualms
But she will die to pick up arms

The king will learn a sorry tale
Her last crusade, she cannot fail
Beneath the fence with leap and bound
One more step, she stands her ground

Ooohh, and now we'll make you suffer
With each and every step we'll fight and become even tougher
Ooohh, we'll stand for what is right, our voices will be heard
For every sister, wife and mother

Another chained to fence and rail
The name is Pankhurst, she won't fail
Cos these ladies require respect
But till now there's been no effect

Suffragettes they suffer more
They have their rights, so ask for more
They’re only fighting for what's right
When people say you can't do that
It makes you want to do just that

They live their lives so you might too
They cry the chant for women who
Might someday speak and then quote
That they gave women the right to vote

So speak aloud and we'll be heard
We'll make Lloyd George see what's occurred
By blowing up his brand new house in Walton Heath
The lying louse!

Ooohh, and now we'll make you suffer
With each and every step we'll fight and become even tougher
Ooohh, we'll stand for what is right, our voices will be heard
For every sister, wife and mother

In all this time they've done their best
To be treated like the rest
I know they've broken many laws
You do it sometimes to open doors

Emily has done her time
Suffering for women was her crime
Now she has earnt her place
But it’s to Mans disgrace

Suffer the women, suffer the women
Suffer the women, suffer the women

Sshh, go to sleep, everything is fine, sshh, nite-nite

The Father of Science Fiction

The game of the goose, I need 63 to win
My teacher's name was Madam Sambin
Her father was a captain, the stories he once told
My imagination had struck gold

My dear old Uncle Prudence
My hero Victor Hugo
They all gave me such wild feelings
Escape the day to day
I'm the father of science fiction
Science fiction

To join the French army, abandon all my dignity
I'm right to follow my instincts
And realise who I’m meant to be
The stories that I am telling
And all the books that I am selling, I still write

My dear old Uncle Prudence
My hero Victor Hugo
They all gave me such wild feelings
Escape my day to day
I'm the father of science fiction
Science fiction

I can journey to the centre or dive beneath the sea
I'm leagues ahead in fiction, my balloon so real to see

So join in my adventures and travel in my mind
I dream fantastic novels, the far-fetched human kind

Nautilus descending, as my bodies pressure’s bending
I choose to go so deep as the metal begins to weep
Become as one with fishes, beneath the sea life’s riches
Dare I visit Neptune
I daren't descend too soon

My dear old Uncle Prudence
My hero Victor Hugo
They all gave me such wild feelings
Escape the day to day
I'm the father of science fiction, yeah
Science fiction, science fiction, science fiction

Pool of Tears

He stammers in hesitation and calls himself a dodo
But beats you all at scrabble
Creating his own word games, he takes you on a journey
He dreams of Alice

He writes a tale of mischmasch the nonsense magazine
That turns into adventure, much taller
The girl falls down a tunnel whilst chasing the white rabbit 'drink me' to get smaller

Swim in a pool of tears, fantasise for years
He knows just how to do this
There's no-one quite like Lewis

Smoking caterpillar stares as hubble-bubble steams
She falls upon an open door, betwixt
A tea party of dreams, riddles much abound
The hare and hatter laughing about 10/6

Just then the queen appears proclaiming Alice stole her heart
Not listening to what anyone says
Her head expands and temper rises jack of hearts antagonises
Hear her shout 'off with their heads'

Swim in a pool of tears, fantasise for years
He knows just how to do this
There's no-one quite like Lewis

It comes to pass how fantasy will always last
Collect your thoughts, make a date
White rabbit meets you there
Double meanings, be aware
Make sure you're never late

Swim in a pool of tears, fantasise for years
He knows just how to do this
There's no-one quite like Lewis

Who are you someone said, cheshire cat could now be dead
Lewis’s real name is Charlie
Still she haunts him phantom wise Alice moving under skies 
Will we forget him, well, hardly

Swim in a pool of tears, fantasise for years
He knows just how to do this
There's no-one quite like Lewis

Dada da, dada da dada, dada da dada, dada

Victoria

I see you standing at the window again
You're removed and you've got sad and lonely eyes
You've lost all hope, your prince has gone
Is there none of your love alive?
And you're dressed all in black for all time

Once you were queen
Your followers were keen
Now you feel empty and alone
Sleepless you pine for the love you dared to find
You poor empty soul, searching for truth

Just remember you built up this land
Whilst joining with others to make the world great
Now the country needs you, don't turn away
Or turn your back on all those with faith
Whilst you’re dressed all in black for all time

Once you were queen
Your followers were keen
Now you feel empty and alone
Sleepless you pine for the love you dared to find
You poor empty soul, searching for truth

So what’ll we do and what will we decide
We need our queen, but we know your love has died
The lords and ladies are waiting
They want to hear you speak
Your words will mean so much cos you’re Victoria
Our lady, our queen, Victoria
Our lady, our queen, Victoria 

Once you were queen
Once you were queen
Your followers were keen
Followers were keen
Now you feel empty and alone
Alone
Sleepless you pine
Sleepless you pine
For the love you dared to find
You poor empty soul searching for truth

You are the Empress of India, defender of the faith
Sovereign, wife and mother, keep the country safe
You made us proud and strong, now you ask to be alone
Quietly on your throne while the world about you waits

Lady Of The Lamp

There was everyone to see and no time to lose
Her mind was in tatters despite all she knew
She’s a mine of information, no-one asks why
She's an intellectual, professional student
Of the medic world gone by

Ask her a question, she'll find you the time
To give you the answer she’ll tell you no lies
She's a coat of many colours, the lady of the lamp
She's an intellectual, academic pupil
We've all got her to thank

She'll sit there beside you, and sees a world full of greed
She'll make conversation, has a book you should read
She's a head full of wonder, despises Mans cruel war
She's an intellectual, graduate of people
Who could never do much more

She won't want your opinion cos you wouldn't understand
She's mopping up the wounded, and you'll be damned
If you think this angel would ignore your cries
She's an intellectual, gifted new angel
Saving soldier’s lives
She's up there with the angels where all good people rise
She's a guardian angel looking down with loving eyes

The lady of the lamp, the lady of the lamp
The lady of the lamp

Elephant Man

I see you in a circus, in a play, how you live from day to day
I see you

You're hurting, in your eyes there is pain cos you have to act again
You're hurting

You're twisted, though your body makes us squirm, your mind we've yet to learn
You're twisted

A freak show, they so cruelly make you stand, their eyes misunderstand
A freak show, a freak show

Elephant man, do the best that you can
Cos the people can't see what your mother could see
An unfortunate man and your living is hell
Your mind is inside an unfortunate shell
Your mind is inside an unfortunate shell

I'll take you, I will give you a new home, I can't cure you it is known
But I’ll take you

Protect you, I will do whatever I can, take the monster from the man
And protect you

Elephant man, do the best that you can
Cos the people can't see what your mother could see
An unfortunate man and your living is hell
Your mind is inside an unfortunate shell
Your mind is inside an unfortunate…shell, shell

In safety, I will watch and keep an eye
In safety, this is home until you die

Your sadness, it's the damage you go through
Your sadness
Your sadness, it's the damage you go through
Your sadness

I see you, once again you're on display in a cabinet, each day
I see you

The Ripper

Such cruelty be it blindly seeking women
Out to sell their bodies for a young man so she can witness hell
Blood soaked in crimson fury clothes torn and slashed about
Her innards pulled with anger he turns them inside out


Dark shadows as he creeps like mice avoiding men
He scurries under lamplight and hides them where he can
The sharpest blades of steel so fashioned for their keep
Yet he has other uses, his murderous talents reap
Talents reap


The Ripper has a mission, his talent is his knife
He preys upon loose women
And stalks the streets at night
The Ripper has a mission, his talent is his knife
He cloaks them like a shadow
And takes away their life
Takes away their life, takes away their life
Takes away their life, takes away their life
Takes away their life


A cold and lifeless body is found upon a bed
The remains of flesh once healthy, now heaped beside her head
Her face is wet and slashed the legs are wide apart
The ripper loves anatomy, dissection is his art
It’s his art


The Ripper has a mission, his talent is his knife
He preys upon loose women
And stalks the streets at night
The Ripper has a mission, his talent is his knife
He cloaks them like a shadow
And takes away their life
Takes away their life, takes away their life
Takes away their life, takes away their life
Takes away their life


Was he old, or was he young, what was his plan?
No-one knew this killers mind
We all know he’s Jack the Ripper
He left his ordinary world behind


They even thought the Queens own surgeon was the killer
We'll never learn about the man
But we all know he’s Jack the Ripper
He’ll go down in history an unknown man
He’s just The Ripper

I Am Not a Criminal

“I do as I want and want what I choose cos anything else is faking
Remember the words 'just be yourself' cos everyone else is taken”

Always forgive your enemies
As nothing annoys them quite as much
Put pen to paper and sign it
With your delicate touch

We’re all in the gutter
But some of us look to the stars
Such poetry in motion
While my time spent behind bars

I am not a criminal
But these are criminal times my friend Bosie
But I am not a criminal
Forever your affectionate friend
Forever your affectionate friend

I see myself in that picture
My face so fresh, so clean and knowing
To make it last though I know my age
Dorian's life still growing

I am not a criminal
But these are criminal times my friend Bosie
But I am not a criminal
Forever your affectionate friend
Forever your affectionate friend

I can take my bow in a world full of stories, full of words
Memory is the diary we carry around with us every day
I simply write as playwrights do
It's the importance of being earnest
Epigrams, satire and wit
To which I find my life is furnished

I am not a criminal
But these are criminal times my friend Bosie
But I am not a criminal
Forever your affectionate friend
The saddest words are ‘it might have been’
Forever your affectionate friend

The saddest words are ‘it might have been’
The saddest words are ‘it might have been’

1. Ritual
2. Prophet of Thelema
3. Hell Awaits
4. Numerology
5. Wicker Man
6. Burning Witches
7. Golden Dawn
8. Hellfire
9. (Nirvana)Voices
10. Dark Churchill

Ritual

The spirits
Unfurling
The magic
Seeing eye
Light the fire
Draw the light
Pentagrams
The dark nights

The spirits
Unfurling
The magic
Seeing eye
Light the fire
Draw the light
Pentagrams
The dark nights

Start the ritual
Start the ritual

‘Every time I open my eyes I see something different
A blue bird on the fence
Or maybe a shark swimming in a sea of tears’

Candles burn
Wizards sperm
Stitch the witch
Watch you teach and learn
Drawing lines
Bloodlines time
Coven’s lair
We will see you there

Raise the cross
No time lost
Sacrifice
Let the blood flow
Pagan chant
Ritual dance
Cast your spell
Won’t you cast your spell

‘What’s reality? What's in my head?
The ring of fire that opens up before me beckons me into the depths of hell’

Start the ritual, start the ritual

Prophet of Thelema

The spirits watchful eyes
One that he desires, unfurling the magic
There's more than meets the eye
Directly in our lives, unfurling the magic

His thoughts materialise
Ghostly cries escaping all the logic
He's guiding humanity with the book of law
Partnering with Horus
With Horus

The spirits watchful eyes
One that he desires, unfurling the magic
There's more than meets the eye
Directly in our lives, unfurling the magic

Ooh, Aleister can’t you see
Through the mask you breathe to witness god Osiris
Seeking for lust and blood he would sacrifice his mistress
Scarlet woman, scarlet woman

‘Argenteum Asten, silver star of Aiwass
….do what thou wilt’

The spirits watchful eyes
One that he desires, unfurling the magic
There's more than meets the eye
Directly in our lives, unfurling the magic

‘The spirits watchful eyes
One that he desires, unfurling the magic
There's more than meets the eye
Directly in our lives, unfurling the magic’

Do what thou wilt in my palace
Aiwass, Shaa, Thelema rules  
Book of the law by god Horus
Teach them, Shaa
Thelema, Thelema, Thelema ho

Prophet of Thelema, Thelema

Hell Awaits

Hell awaits if you dare to go to Blyth Road
Satanic verses are spoken so I am told
The golden dawn will corrupt every mind and soul
So mind you watch where you’re going when they are home

Hell awaits you in there
Samuel Mathers should beware

Bursting in with a dagger in his hand
The cloaked eccentric starts screaming towards the man
A fight breaks out as his mask falls to the ground
His mistress screams from behind and chants a line

Hell awaits you in there
Samuel Mathers should beware
Hell awaits you in there
Samuel Mathers should beware

‘The beast awakes inside of him, but he…is inside out!’

Inside out, inside out

The devil lives round here Blythe Road is so near
With cloven foot and rams head horn he forces power

Inside out

The threat of certain death penetrates the flesh
Your screams of fear they’ll never hear, it’s witching hour
I’m inside out or is he just inside of me, he likes it
Hell awaits for me
I’ve got my fingers to burn, does anyone learn
Stop your messing with Aleister Crowley

Samuel Mathers should beware

He’s making pentagrams dancing across the floor
‘do what thou wilt’ he shouts because it’s my law
He claims his magic is tried and tested
But Mr Yeats has him arrested

Hell awaits you in there
Samuel Mathers should beware
Hell awaits you in there
Samuel Mathers should beware

Numerology

888, 666, number tricks, digits line up
Rock death club, 27, gone to heaven, music’s sign up
Numbers, religion, etched in your soul

7th son, 7th wave, 7 seas, 7 wonders
7 days, continents, and 7 rainbow colours
Numbers, religion, etched in your soul

It’s just a sequence of numbers I’m told
Mathematical theory written in bold
Stretched out, it’s a line multiplied by 4
Occurs in points just like it was before
Divide, but increase the score
The meaning is 42 and it answers all

13, God Loki in Valhalla, dead God Baldur
Stretched out, you can hide well inside
Times 2, Pythagoras theories are helping you
Subtract, and decrease just a few
The meaning is 42 and it answers all

Unlucky, but for some, Judas come, Jesus will die
Numbers, religion, etched in your soul
Numbers, religion, etched in your soul

Wicker Man

See it standing against the sky
Outstretched arms, burning high
It's the Wicker Man
The Wicker Man
It’s the Wicker Man

Flames lick higher, trapped inside
Glowing embers, oh they will die
It's the Wicker Man
The Wicker Man
It’s the Wicker Man

Earth, Sun, Moon
Stargate my mistress
Om, Shaa, Rae
God be my witness

Love, Hate, Cry
Spring-child as flower
Move, Chase, Time
Chant be my power

‘All along the edge of the barrow, the druids stand in white.
Flaming torches aloft, eyes skyward towards the sun.
In the distance a wooden giant stands awaiting the equinox
Of the Summer Solstice and for gifts to be received’

Pagan punishment
Sacrifice the man
Flame forever eternal
That burns across the land
Celtic ceremonies
Smoke the little people
Sending them all to hell

Victims in hells mouth
Baskets of fire
Held by the wicker ties and straps
Sparks ignite the pyre
Pagan festival
Sing with Celtic song
Sending them all to hell
We’re burning them all to hell

I’ve seen the Wicker Man 

Burning Witches

Creep through the rats nest, take a look inside
Molten flesh and bone be there with dead witches beside

This never-ending burning 
Of spells, potions and lies

Supernatural powers won’t keep you alive
A potion of frogs eyes can’t help
Can’t help you survive, death

Hoping there’s a heaven cos at the stake you die
Death a mere passing with ghostly screaming cries
You’re smelling the stench of fat that spits
The witchy burns you hear her crying
Despite her craft but still she’s dying

I smell burning witches dissolving out their time
We think you’re dark and evil, you’ve cast your last spell
I smell burning witches dissolving out their time
We’ve dunked you in the water, now sending you to hell
Sending you to hell

‘Burn the witch!’

Smoke is in your eyes just as your feet feel heat
The flames will lick your body as people watch you burn and melt like meat

This never-ending burning
Of spells, potions and lies

‘Burn the witch, burn the witch, burn the witch!’

I smell burning witches dissolving out their time
A mere passing
Death is a mere passing
Passing, take your last breath
Take your last breath

I smell burning witches dissolving out their time
A mere passing
Death is a mere passing
Passing, take your last breath
Take your last breath

I smell burning witches dissolving out their time
We think you’re dark and evil, you’ve cast your last spell
I smell burning witches dissolving out their time
We’ve dunked you in the water
Now sending you to hell
Sending you to hell

I smell burning witches dissolving out their time
A mere passing
Death is a mere passing
Passing, take your last breath
Take your last breath

Judge and jury, trial by fire
I smell burning witches dissolving out their time
A mere passing, sentenced to death
Death is a mere passing
And burnt
Passing, take your last breath
Take your last breath, For no crime

Golden Dawn

Golden dawn and gold finger
One of the same if truth be known
Fleming was a possible member
Dr. No and Thunderball

Numbers again like 007
Is there significance in what he writes
When all the baddies are shot to heaven
Ian has much more devious sights

For he has friends in higher places
The tarot cards like all 4 aces
The Hermatic order Aurora Aurea
Bond yourself as sage and spy
Golden Dawn
Golden Dawn


Coinciding events that linger
Dawn breaks open, spoken rights
Count out time on just one finger
Pointing out the ritual rights


For he has friends in higher places
The tarot cards like all 4 aces
The Hermatic order Aurora Aurea
Bond yourself as sage and spy
Golden Dawn
Golden Dawn


Aurora Aurea

Hellfire

‘Deep in the hellfire caves at the mouth of the River Styx
Lays the bones of women and children
Sacrifices made in exchange for immortality from their celestial majesty’

Your damnation at the club of persuasion
I’ll see you there, in your diseased disguise
At half past five, we will do what thou wilt, tonight

Sit at your table and watch us perform
You think you’ve seen everything but you haven’t been born
We tear up religion while taking the piss
It’s a world of debauchery you just won’t wanna miss
The Hellfire Club
You’ll be hungry for women while your food’s on the table

The Hellfire Club was made for sinners
With high societies lavish dinners
Breast of Venus and Devils Loin
Choose your women at the flick of a coin

Dashwood our leader, he was bizarre
He dressed as the King of Sweden and upset the Tsar
I think you should join us, I know you’ll have fun
I’ll tell you some history, all the things we’ve done
At the Hellfire Club
But now I’m hungry for women and they’re all on the table

‘He’s new here, so let’s corrupt his stupid little mind into believing everything we tell him
Are we ready?  Let the ceremony begin’

‘Deep in the hellfire caves at the mouth of the River Styx
Lays the bones of women and children
Sacrifices made in exchange for immortality from their celestial majesty’

You’ll be hungry for women while your food’s on the table

(Nirvana)Voices

I see the people climb the mountain
I think they feel there’s something there
To give them rest-bite from all danger
They look for peace and take the air

Monks and nuns performing prayers all for respective gods
to give their love and hope for all they can to find their inner peace
How they promise soul to keep away and stop the devil from his evil ways
from entering their heads and stopping them from reaching
Nirvana, Nirvana

Temples built of stone to symbolise the creation of hope, Vihara, Chaitya, Stupa, Wat
will all inspire such inner peace and outward love and symbolise the elements
of fire, air, water and of space and with such prayer it's helping them all reaching
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana

I see the people climb the mountain
I think they feel there’s something there
To give them rest-bite from all danger
They look for peace and take the air

‘Om Mani Padme Hum’

When there's nothing else inside my head I hear voices
When the silence is louder instead I hear voices
When I lie all alone in my bed
And strange magic has entered my head
There's a feeling I get that I’ve more to regret
If I try to make some kind of sense of these voices
I hear voices

When I can't hear myself in a crowd I hear voices
When I think that you're all sounding loud I hear voices
If I can't seem to make any mark
Then the spirits put me in the dark
Then the voices take over I’m feeling much colder
So how can I warm any sense from these voices?
I hear voices

Well I won't hang around if I’m trying to speak
Whilst no-one is listening to me
I feel that the demons and wizards are teasing my voices
Still these voices
If you've said something I didn't hear
Maybe you never said it too clear
But it's likely to be that you said it to me
Whilst possession took over my mind with strange voices
All these voices

‘Come back alive, come back alive, come back alive’

Voices, voices, voices, I hear voices
Voices, voices, voices, I hear voices

Dark Churchill

Winston, oh Winston, where are you now?

Was being interested in the occult
Just one Havana too much?
You kept your secrets in the cabinet
Whilst dealing with so much

Big H had threatened us for so long
So let’s turn to something bizarre
Now Crawley's dressed all in black
His cloak hangs off his back, wearing his crown

He wants to be Churchills occultist
To stop the enemy from penetrating
The cliffs of Dover, standing white and proud
Cos the war’s still spreading

Big H had threatened us for so long
So let’s turn to something bizarre
Now Crawley's dressed all in black
His cloak hangs off his back, wearing his crown

Dark Churchill, where are you now?
Dark Churchill, where are you now?

Big H had threatened us for so long
So let’s turn to something bizarre
Now Crawley's dressed all in black
His cloak hangs off his back, wearing his crown

Big H had threatened us for so long
So let’s turn to something bizarre
Now Crawley's dressed all in black
His cloak hangs off his back, wearing his crown

Dark Churchill, where are you now?