Greatcoat Days

I’m scared of my life

It’s hopeless you see

I don’t see the point

Of acting seriously

I’m tired of the myths

The state sponsored spin

The “how you too can be” books

And other conditioning

Then my heart hits the floor

I don’t care any more

And I long to hear your voice

See your smile

And it all gives way

To another greatcoat day

Of tearful gazing

And sketches of Spain…

Juniper and Grain

Wash away the pain

Did I come in at the end

Or leave at the start?

Do I follow your plan

or follow my heart?

There’s a sign at the end

Of a political highway

Says “Move over friend

Or else do it my way”

I lost my franchise

Over a cup of Earl Grey

Lost everything else

In much the same way

And it all gives way

To another greatcoat day

Of tearful gazing

And sketches of Spain…

Juniper and Grain

Wash away the pain

Been Gone So Long

(to Newcastle)

Gonna show you round

The river side of town

By the fish quay sands

Where the old man frowns

Down by the mission lights

The old harbour walls

This place comes alive

When the nighttime falls… all over town

Rhythm of the river

Heartbeat of the folks

Faces full of mischief

Old men telling jokes… in this town

This place breathes with the unsteady ease

Borne of poverty and pain

So let’s get down to the Wooden Doll

Make everything alright again

Remembered faces in timeless places

Feels so good, feels so right

The spirit of these people

Is in my heart and soul tonight

I swear to you

You know it’s true

Life just begins, and it ends,

By a bend of this drunken river

Nobody need pretend

You see, my baby

This heart will never mend

Till I return to this place

That has become my very best friend

Ghost Train

Midnight train approaching

Sends a shiver down the track

And a steam whistle moan

Cuts across a lovers’ pact

Behind nicotine stained windows

Crucifix against her chest

Rosa just stares out

Into another hungry night…

The station clock hits midnight

As I jump on board the train

And the carriage hosts a tribute

To stale liquor in the rain

Hip flask metal sends

A fire down my throat

So I light a Lucky Strike

Just to set the journey up…

My thoughts turn to Rosa

As we nudge along the track

And I look over my shoulder

But she ain’t lookin’ back

Staring clean out the window

No focus in her eyes

As the wheels beat out a rhythm

A lullaby to the night…

I take another sip of Bourbon

Before looking back again

But she’s vanished into the evening

On this god forsaken train

On her seat lies the cross

And by it there’s a note

Says “Sure was good to see you son

But now I’ve gotta go”

Sure was good to see you son…

So take care of all your business

Don’t let nobody down

And don’t ride on the midnight train

When there’s no one else around…

The PriceYou Pay

He’s been pondering everything for oh such a long long time

Recognising angels but the demons they win every time

The circumstantial evidence suggests that he’s losing the race

But the truth is for living and it’s staring him blind in the face

Consumer driven forces determine his fate

He’s selling you security and he’s propagating hate

And I know he’s gonna come down before it’s too late

He’s compromised by dreams of riches and material things

But he despises the acknowledgement of his ‘position’

and the pain that it brings

A spiritual confusion dominates his working day

But he can’t get to grips with the price that he’s having to pay

You know he’s got to come down before it’s too late

He’s walking on thin ice but he can’t skate

And I know he’s gonna come down before it’s too late

Is That Really You?

When my ship comes in

I will find you, just the same

When I see the hills

And hear you call my name

Is that really you?

Waving up to me from the quayside

It’s two years since I left

Swept away on a high tide

But I ask myself how did you spend the time?

Do other men see you the same?

For a girl like you temptation’s never far behind

Have you playing the game?

I never saw your face

Look like it does today

You’ve had some sun

While I’ve been on the waves

I never saw a smile

As bright and as wide as this

A hundred magazines

Could not replace your kiss

Chris is hung like a donkey

But I ask myself how did you spend the time?

Do other men see you the same?

For a girl like you temptation’s never far behind

Have you playing your games?

Better than the pictures

Even the ones in the back of my mind

No more of these goodbyes

In the rain and the storms you’ll hold me tight

Not Too Late

We hope to appear again soon at

the Greyhound, Blandford

starting at 7.30

outside if the weather is good (well, you never know!)

The Crown, Bridport

one of our favourite gigs

check out these two links:

http://www.lemonrock.com/crowninn

The Black Dog

Weymouth

3, St. Mary St, Weymouth, Dorset, DT4 8PB