Living In The Past
Happy and I'm smiling walk a mile to drink your water
You know I'd love to love you and above you there's no other
We'll go walking out while others shout of war's disaster
We won't give in let's go living in the past
Once I used to join in every boy and girl was my friend
Now there's revolution, but they don't know what they're fighting
Let us close our eyes outside their lives go on much faster
We won't give in let's go living in the past
Witch's Promise
Lend me your ear while I call you a fool.
You were kissed by a witch one night in the wood,
And later insisted your feelings were true.
The witch's promise was coming believing he listened while laughing you flew.
Leaves falling red, yellow, brown, all are the same
And the love you have found lay outside in the rain.
Washed clean by the water but nursing its pain.
The witch's promise was coming and you're looking elsewhere for your own selfish gain.
Keep looking, keep looking for somewhere to be,
Well, you're wasting your time, they're not stupid like he is.
Meanwhile leaves are still falling, you're too blind to see.
You won't find it easy now, it's only fair.
He was willing to give to you, you didn't care.
You're waiting for more but you've already had your share.
The witch's promise is turning, so don't you wait up for him, he's going to be late.
Aqualung
Sitting on the park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot is running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Aqualung drying in the cold sun watching as the frilly panties run.
Aqualung feeling like a dead duck spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Aqualung
Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely taking time the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog-end He goes down to the bog and warms his feet.
Feeling alone the army's up the road salvation à la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung my friend don't you start away uneasy you poor old sot, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember the December's foggy freeze
When the ice that clings on to your beard was screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea-diver sounds,
And the flowers bloom like madness in the spring.
Sitting on the park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot is running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Aqualung drying in the cold sun watching as the frilly panties run.
Aqualung feeling like a dead duck spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Aqualung
Too Old To Rock 'n' Roll: Too Young To Die
The old Rocker wore his hair too long wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too light.
Death's head belt buckle yesterday's dreams the transport cafe' prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams in his post-war-babe gloom.
Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die.
He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs and prays that he always will.
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys all of his mates are doing time:
Married with three kids up by the ring road sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars and meet at the tennis club do's.
For drinks on a Sunday work on Monday they've thrown away their blue suede shoes.
Now they're too old to Rock'n'Roll and they're too young to die.
So the old Rocker gets out his bike to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner just like it used to be.
And as he flies tears in his eyes his wind-whipped words echo the final take
And he hits the trunk road doing around 120 with no room left to brake.
And he was too old to Rock'n'Roll but he was too young to die.
You're never too old to Rock'n'Roll if you're too young to die.
Steel Monkey
As the moon slips up, and the sun sets down, I'm a highrise jockey, and I'm heaven-bound.
Do the work boot shuffle, loose brains from brawn. I'm a monkey puzzle and the lid is on.
Can you guess my name and can you guess my trade I'm going to catch you anyway.
You might be right. I'll give you guesses three feel me climbing up your knee.
Guess what I am. I'm a steel monkey.
Now some men hustle and some just think and some go running before you blink.
Some look up and some look down from three hundred feet above the ground.
Can you guess my name and can you guess my trade well, I won't rest before the world is made.
Arm in arm the angels fly Keep me from falling out the sky.
Steel monkey.
I work in the thunder and I work in the rain I work at my drinking, and I feel no pain.
I work on women, if they want me to you can have me climb all over you.
Now, have you guessed my name and have you guessed my trade I'm cheap at the money I get paid.
In the sulphur city, where men are men we bolt those beams then climb again.
Steel monkey
The Betrayal Of Joshua Kynde
You just know it, don't you you can sense it, can't you?
There's always someone to spoil the party fun
Turncoat in right-hand, right-hand trusted service
The moment come for the coup-de-gun
What did I do to so upset you did you feel so cruelly, cruelly maligned
To push you to this cold conclusion and the betrayal of Joshua Kynde?
A spy with coin, a coin of sweet betrayal
Of dagger hidden, black cloak unfurled
Swayed, perhaps, by ideological obsession
Or plain detachment, dark other world
So take this silver, feel it rattle comforting in pocket and comforting in mind
Should I be flattered at this price upon my head and the betrayal of Joshua Kynde?
How does it feel to point the stabbing finger
With perfidious kiss from those deceiving lips?
You sealed my fate as goodly Joshua Kynde
The kind who played with fish and had his chips
So take this silver, feel it rattle comforting in pocket and comforting in mind
Should I be flattered at this price upon my head and the betrayal of Joshua Kynde?
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