Searchin' for water on Mars

 I look out my window

At the shining stars

And think why is it

I can't get a job

Even parking cars

When somebody closer to God

Has a job that's raised the bars

Yes you might say it's a divining rod

But they're searching for water on Mars

Searching for water on Mars boys

Yes searching or a lurching

It's creeping and a seeping

Lookin in the nooks and crannies

Searchin' for water on Mars

Well what did you know

When there's a drought down here

And they can't get a drop from the tap

And some poor fellow in Africa

Has to walk half the continent's map

Searchin' for water on Earth should come first

Let's save the kids from starvin'

And try at least halvin' their thirst

But we can't they say we're savin our farthins

While we're raising the bars

Searchin' for water

Leavin' none for the urchin' daughter

But only so we can drive more Tesla cars

Yes we're searchin' for water on Mars

There's a foot print I hear that's on the moon

And they've written poems about it

Like Seigfreid Sassoon

And many men did die in the attempt

Just like the first world war

Many lives got spent

Searchin for the man in the moon

Well back then they felt robbed

Of the best men 

Yes football stadiums were mobbed

By protests then

But this time it could be Joe Bloggs

Or another movie star

But the climated change is logged

By how many trees have fallen so far

to pave their way on their road to Mars

And there's already not enough air

And too much of it is hot

And it's floating up there

Into what can never be and what is not

Well sometime we're gonna have to face it

We all must die sometime

But why must we ruin the planet 

In the process, it's hightime

I can't stand it

Let's accept death and life are one gambit

And just get on and play the game

It's not poker 

And we needn't hide our hands

Let's lay our cards on the table

And learn from the fable

Of Narcissus

Not to fall in love with our own reflection

Nor find glory and self gratification

In the stars

And so let's stop searchin' for water

Oh the lurchin's never what it oughta

Just ask Icarus who was a lamb to slaughter

Let's stop searchin' for water on Mars

Eerie Eyrie

 

I'd kill for it

Would you?

I'd kill to live in a country

So dog-darn blue

And true in the sense of arrows flying

Feathered from an Eagle's wing

These are the kinds of things

I'd die for

It's good that's what war brings

 

Out of the eagle's nest I fly

A Kyrie eyrie Elson

Down from the bat's belfry

I fly

Battersea, Battersea tower

Onto the straits of a rolling sea

A Kyrie, eerie Elson

Out to the gates of eternity

A beery, weary Nelson

 

I'd die Eddie,

Eddy I'd

I'd ride my motorcycle right off the cliff

If you say jump, I say Miss?

Hit it once,

Hit it twice

Hit it thrice

I'd die for this

And I'd kill for your kiss

 

This is England

 The sheep are lying down now

Resting under the oak

And it is so English and free

And there is peace on the hillside

And in the valley

And whenever you hear the sally of the guns

It is not for anyone but the nuns

Who are shooting into heaven above

And firing out their eternal love

For this is England in a green, green land

This is England in a blue, blue time

This is England everyday of our lives

It is like folded ecstasy, 

Folding and unfolding in infinity

It is unravelled plentitude

and every kind of habitude

The crows know it's free

and they are so black

And the ravens in the trees

And the buzzards they attack

And the knights round the table

They talk of their king

But that was all such a long time ago

For this is England

This is England

It is so corrupt with corrosion

Finally earning its place

In the world

This is England, this is England

The smell of the cold

And the hawthorn trees

This is England

The collaged beaches

And the brownfields down to the sea

You can see it in the finer details 

of a Turner painting

While it is smeared about like Colman's mustard

Upon the ruins of the grating

This is England in our time

This is England

Thistles and pines

Broken horses and broken cows

Oh they are walking not straight

And all the houses of broken vows

It is there now

This is England following the plough

Making all furrows

All the burrows inside ourselves

This is, this is England in the hillside

Where the rabbits are all mating, none have to decide

This is England and they're all on benefits 

but that is good for the government

This is England in the Spring time

It is England in the Autumn time

This is England every noon and afternoon

And in the morning, and it is when you awake

for the sake of love

This is England and we can't go wrong

As long as we keep on singing our English song

This England I am robbed by you

And all the white van men in the afternoon

This is England and there are no voices

But the black and white choirs

Singing their different tunes.