The disease of greed

 There is a disease and it rises in the tide

And it coughs in the nation

And is spread by the pride

The gods are taking over

And the wild wind blows

In the railway sleepers 

It lies in the throes

It seeps in the heart

From your head to your toes

It gets in your blood

Before you even knows

It's the enemy of love

It's a canker on the rose

Its like the nectar of Gods

And people are the bees

But if it gets in your blood

Then it will make you bleed

Because you've stood on it where you trod

It's the disease of greed

And they push and they shove 

From Suffolk to Greece

They will push out love

It'll wage war in place of peace

And as everyone knows

Wickedness never will cease

You've got it and it shows

The disease of greed

It shows in your face

Your smiles they crease

The little slip of a dove

Carrion crows of unease

They shelter above

In the crown of the trees

But you've got nowhere to go

When you've got

The disease of greed

When you're caught between desire

And the path of the priest

It's like being trapped between

The Devil and the deep blue sea

Keep well your garden

And hoe down the weed

Before its grip starts to harden

In the disease of greed

The horse shoes and the scarlet paint

 oh the horse shoes

And the scarlet paint

All these things are so worn out

And blood ties 

In blood shot eyes

Oh the horse shoes

And the scarlet paint

What makes you live a life without taint

The horse shoes and the scarlet paint

What takes you from sinner to saint

The horse shoes and the scarlet paint

I walk and I want to shout

All these things I have no doubt

For when I was a child

Then I played in the gravel

With the horse shoes

And the judges gavel

Oh the horseshoes and the scarlet paint.

Queen

 If the Queen was my mum

As if I cared or could come

To her dying bed

And pay my last respects

Or comfort her there

If I could show her a picture of how she used to be

And the leaves turn in a circle

In the the car park

And the noise of the traffic

Passing cars

And the Queen has

Died

But 

Son of a dream

 You see it through to the end

You, do, oh you do my friend

Because the ache runs deep

Like the oak trees tap

Which speaks and seeps

And strange how sleep comes not to those who

Wait

But the deaf and dumb of fickle fate

And it is dawn, ticking on the lawn

The sun dial steals a smile

and peek at the clouds

But rain never comes

And the yellow grass hums

And the fathers and babies and mums

Succumb to the heat

Like a Viking invader

raping and pillaging our stores

Of energy

Drinking your water

Vampire fangs

Sucking on the pink flesh of man

A humour hangs

And arrow falls

The lap wing sung

Upon the wall

And out in dried up reed beds

The lonely moor hens rest their heads

Dying or living in chorus

So shall we because we are all connected

On some level I believe

Sleepless in Seattle New York

Or Milton Keynes

It's all the same foot to the metal

It's just the way I walk

Don't block the sun,

Or block the stream

Don't sing what's sung

Or hung what's been

The mother tongue

Is your only Queen

Do what she says son of a dream

Come and gone all unseen

Here comes the Gazprom man

 Gazprom

He was an employee from Gazprom

Arnold Tarkovskj was his name

He held on tight to his dream of flight

But always was swimming up stream

He travelled day and night down the gas line

All the way from Moscow to Kazakhstan

Then he went west into Europe

Ah here comes the the Gazprom man

Come to deliver their Gas to us they say

But surely we have no way of knowing

Their plan

Increase the price it or decrease the flow

Only the GazProm man can really know

Love on the rocks

 I love you, love, love you

Bishop's rock

And way below the ocean where the fishes swamp and swan about

Oh shoe, shoe, shout

Kelis, Kent, and Cunt

No

Clam juice

Prunes and perfect pout 

The trout, true, true

Barney Mc Grew and What a shrew

Shew away the lout

What a louse

Losing his way in the pestilent field of pesticides

And pests

Cross pollinate vests of 

Stripy bees

Borrowing keys to Maiden's houses

And Yet

Yet

I see the swallows wind and wander

Like forgotten star sin wonder

Of such trite bellowed up

Platitudes of Science

That mean nothing to me

I am holding on too tight

She said it

I know

it

Seriously grave matter

 They nearly put me in my grave

I was an archaeologist working in Italy

On an ancient burial ground

The sky turned black

And I was on my back

Just another piece of lost and found

Searching for a body

Anybody down there

Shake my hand

The weather's grand

Living without a care

Dying to get out tonight

You can't go out when you're dead

Looking for some kind of light

Trying to straighten out my head