Dinosaurs

 D When you're young

F Dinosaurs mean a lot to you

D When you're young

D yes when you're young

F Dinosaurs mean C a lot to you G

When you're old

Yes when you're old

You're like a dinosaur in a zoo

When you're old

Yes when you're old

You're like a dinosaur in a zoo

Maybe that's why

When you're young

Dinosaurs mean so much to you

When you're young

Yes when you're young

You do what you want to

When you're old

Yes when you're old

You do what you want to

So I want to be a dinosaur

Roaming around with you

Because that's

The best thing to be

That I can think of for me

And for you

Camelot

 I met a knight upon the road

He said he was looking for buried gold

But buried near or buried far

He could not tell, he was following a star

And it told him left or right

When to duck and when to fight

Around each corner, tract or Spinney

He rode his mare and she did whinney

At the appalling gusts of wind

That blew in his face and thinned

The locks he grew when he was young

But though he grew old, this knight was strong

Ever searching for where he did belong

A landscape of the Avalon

I met a knight upon the road 

In his search for Camelot

We crossed paths and he shone

As a light of knowledge gone

From our world of busy men

As heaven holds

Her head a loft

And blesses in Sun the Castle Camelot

Arise Sir Knight and see through soft mists

Your lady rise from the lake as gift

Of giving life, and love and water

For the thirsty knight, in search of

a King's daughter

A princess whom the pure of heart shall find

But always searching for a love to bind

I left him there, and he shot an arrow

It passed through forests and cliff gaps narrow

It sailed out to the restless sea

And there it left its mark on me

Freedom's train

 I travelled on a train heading west

Through the country that I loved the best

Every city we seemed to pass

the lights went out like the last

It was all same on the train

Oh liberty was its name

So come on and get on board

This train carries rich and poor

You don't even need to know its name

Just wait on on the platform for Freedom's train

I'm looking out of the window

And the country is falling into shadow

The carriage light is all that remains

Shining across the land like a flame

And in each city the same story's told

Of the fight for land, glory and gold

And the frontiers have always changed

But you can travel to the coast

And see the sea and drink your toast

To a land whose face you've rearranged

Everybody is trying to win

What they felt they'd lost to begin

But nobody can hear the spirit sing

And if this train can ring a bell

And people can walk free from hell

Then let's hear the whistle blow once again

For it's time to get on board the liberty train

Yes, this train is leaving soon

It's got to travel by the moon

Because the restless riders don't want it to stop

In case the bandits try and hold it up

If you see freedom in the light of day

You may wish this train would stay

But this train keeps rolling right on through 

Freedom is it's name, Freedom for me and you

The disappearing democracy blues

All the houses of the high and mighty

Have fallen down like dominos

The diamonds glitter in the clubs

While with golden spades their fields are dug

And the hearts and minds have faded like a dream

Oh Wish I knew America, 

and that when it looked into a mirror

It wasn't only vanity and greed that could be seen

But I'm afraid that humanity and Christianity

Have been replaced by fear and an idiocy

That threatens the fabric of democracy

And leave a lunatic king to order executioner's insanity  

While civil war beckons within the American dream

So I sit at the card table, 

the one where Eve loved Cain and Abel

But After Cain had cut the deck, 

he used a knife and slit Abel's neck

And reshuffled all the hearts and clubs, 

he slipped in a Joker to distract the judge

Then behind the smoke and mirrors smudged

 the constitution written on the walls

And then he whitewashed the white house halls, 

painted them in blood

Like in hellish balls, 

while Noah and his animals waited for the flood

So I wish to see America, 

one more time before she disappears

And liberty's statue falls into the sea, 

behind three monkeys closing their mouths, their eyes and ears

Yes I wish to see America, where is she? 

I can't see her through my tears

All that I loved about her in the Eighties 

when I was growing up she was changing through the years

But it's not that I have changed and she has remained the same,

It's just I have the disappearing democracy fears

So Good Night to you America

I hope tomorrow the world will not seem so dark

Because today you snuffed out the torch of liberty

And with it you have killed a big piece of my heart

So Good Night to you America, 

Don't take down the flag that once you flew

Over a world where we looked to you like a symbol

For tonight you've got the disappearing democracy blues

Adamantine

 Adamantine, a material that makes you more like Adam Ant everyday

Zombie Farmer's Market

 I'm at the Zombie farmers market

And they're all selling pickled brains

Brains in glasses darkened

Like looking down a darkened lane

Gherkins of amygdalas

Wishbone corpus callosums

Thin films of the meninges

Hanging like dried vellum

All the riddled, addled roots

All the winding passages

All the folds so manifold

Look like pale moon sausages

Oh so mouth watering

Such victual prospects make them slaver

And along the saliva soaked pavements

The Zombie Farmers gather

Ooh Ahh and lookie 'ere

And I'll 'ave ee one of 'ee pickled brain chutneys

Give me a swallow of a skull not hollow

I'll drink down the fluids, bloods and the discharge

It all looks so horrid, yellow green spew rancid

Butter wouldn't melt in their throat if they had one

But what surprises me most is how restrained they all are

That's how you know they were or are the landed gentry

It's all in the breeding you see

This Zombie life is Country Life magazine

With one shotgun slung

Nonchalantly over an arm

And a bloodhound at his knee

A beagle at baye, bugler in the hay

And the Irony is the Zombie Farmers

They don't even look grey

A bit wet round the gills maybe

Some a bit yellow say

Jaundiced probably lacking in Iron

Some of them missing a liver

But The Lord gives and he takes away they say

Any way He does on Zombie Farmer's Market day

A pirate's holiday

 I met a pirate upon a river cruise

He was on a Pirate's holiday

I said are you a planning

On some marauding

Or hoarding the gold in the bay?

He said no I'm not a viking

I just wish for a canal boat

And a peaceful stay

So as I walked along the tow path

I saw this pirate sipping cups of tea

What sort of pirate

I thought to myself

Must this pirate be?

He was relaxing and taking it easy 

Away from the hard life at sea

Where he'd been drinking rum

And stealing gum

Upon the Merciless Albatross Dizzy

He said my life is real taxing

And I should be relaxing me

Ironically I don't believe in tax axing

Because my tax is between the devil 

and the deep blue sea

Oh how I wish I were a busman

And not a pirate so free

For then when I needed a holiday

I'd just drive my buses and let it be