Where a man can be called a queen, a knight a tyrants dream

Where pleasure is just a fleeting thing

Where there is less, where there should be more and there is a continuous increase of the poor

Where sky TV. is all the rage and live sex can be seen on stage

Where hash fuels a young persons dream and E is taken as part of the disco scene

When ice cream cones don't taste the same and filo faxes lie discarded in the drains.

When chips are made out of chemical goo and burgers are eaten in a hurry before you might start to moo

When land is put to set aside and hungry voices left unheard

When computers now rule the waves and light house keepers retired to sunny glades

When blacks say wicked meaning good

When all cash phones will soon be scrapped, forcing us to use disclosing magnetic coated plastic crap

Big brother will take care of that

When everything can be seen from the ever watching eye in the sky and thirty metre poles mounted cameras see more than the traffic passing by

When electrical money can be moved from coast to coat, benefiting the currency speculators the most who in the main don't give a care if a country's finances live or die

You see money is the apple of their eye

When bouncers stand outside bars and act as if they are rock stars

When David Bowie would be better off with life on Mars and bicycles go faster in cities than cars

When babies can be grown in tubes and injecting dead foetus cells will be old news

When dead bodies will be used to centrally heat halls and good TV. is hard to see unless you can pay the extra fee

With boxing matches filled with hype, you might be better off eating tripe.

Why not lie out in the sun until the job is well done

Don't clone my potatoes, don't implant my meat

My taste might be abnormal, but I don't want to grow cows feet

Don't radiate my food, cause I don't want glowing teeth

You implemented these plans because you say we might end up short of food

While farmers are paid to keep fertile land bare and nude

When oil was discovered in vast quantities in the North sea, we were told that petrol would almost be free !

When all the oil has been removed, what will happen to the level of the sea bed ?

I guess the answer will make us quake, but then it will be to late to rectify the mistake.

Don't run all my details on some computer file, when the man in charge might be a paedophile

Don't issue me with a computerised surveillance card

If this is efficiency, I don't give a hoot all I want is my loot

Don't talk to me about computers, we have put them to the test

All they do is make things more efficient and the dole queue for the rest

I guess we will all be living our lives soon through virtual 3 D

To escape what looks like forthcoming reality

She too was quite happy by coming off the shelf

Her love for him was tainted with tortures from her soul.

The feelings that she gave him could never make him whole

The problems that he had were just puzzles of the mind

To search for love to solve them in itself a solution so unkind

Oh come to me cold passions, its you I, must entice.

If I am to leave this planet properly, I must have passions as cold as ice

Oh come to me cold passions and look me in the eye.

You know I want to be out there where there is no longer sea or sky

Oh come to me cold passions you know where I, want to belong out there in the outer Galaxies listening to the eternal peaceful songs

A, father and son gazed up at a starry sky one night

A star burnt out overhead in a fiery flight.

Oh look the boy cried a star has just died, don't worry son that happened a long, long time ago, why in deep outer space even light appears to go slow

The boy then surveyed the starry scene overhead and said

''Why all those stars might now be dead while down on Earth we would not know because the light goes far to slow''

When passions dip, then tempers slip

Then hurting words just fill the brain

Then loved ones are treated with disdain

Then simple statements are misconstrued

Then loud statements are hurtfully crude

O' where is the olive branch and the dove of peace now gone

O' what is happening to the World we are now living on

When children hide up long dark lanes with cans of coke and lots of dope

When beggars line up on city streets even though the social meets most of their needs

When some politicians line their pockets with unearned gold, their supposedly high moral virtues easily sold

When boys and girls have their bodies sold pursuing dreams of wealth untold

When years of criminal sentences are reduced to a few weeks allowing thugs back on the streets

When some priests and brothers turn out to be pedophiles

IT MUST MAKE SATAN BREAK OUT IN WREATHS OF SMILES WITH SIN EXTENDING FOR MILES AND MILES AND MILES

When my heart was open you took me for a fool but I, had been down that path before the ending was always cruel

The turmoil in the blood that draws us to the flame

The warmth that we feel itself a temporary thing

When passions start to cool then love takes to the wing

The windows of the soul are only open to a few,the ones who pass within their love is always true

How long will it be before I can again become whole

Rays of sunshine stir up pleasant memories as brightness is usually connected to happy events

Other timeless ones call to me from higher planes, they know that I have suffered many pains.

One flame is enough to set the World on fire so is it necessary to be crucified for eternity.

Complete knowledge can never be achieved in an ever changing World.

Reality is something that only applies to the here and now.

Look at what happened to the sword and plough, they are still useful but rarely used now.

Nothing is totally lost once it has been formed.

It sometimes exists in another place or state, even if it goes down a black hole like a good working ending up on the dole

Torn from the flesh beneath mans breast God knows he will pursue his own flesh

What a clever thing to do, it puts most men in a stew they do not know just what to do

Take my advice you'll hear me say take that erection far away other wise it will make you pay.

Priests and bishops fall this way, who are they to rule and say.

Some like black scorpions with hearts of steel,how can they hope to cure or heal.

Publicans who smile at you all night and say alright, don't care if you feud or fight once its outside in the night.

If I had my way I'd make them pay.

So Soft and cunning will they be from Eve to eternity

Torn from the flesh beneath mans breast God knows he will pursue his own flesh

What a clever thing to do, it puts most men in a stew they do not know just what to do

Take my advice you'll hear me say take that erection far away other wise it will make you pay.

Priests and bishops fall this way, who are they to rule and say.

Some like black scorpions with hearts of steel,how can they hope to cure or heal.

Publicans who smile at you all night and say alright, don't care if you feud or fight once its outside in the night.

If I had my way I'd make them pay.

You could be a bug .

You might be a rug

You could be Dallas, you might be a tour

It could be your end, you could be the news

You could be the blues, you could be the eternal flame.

You might even be a famous airport name

You could come out of a famous birthday cake.

You could be a mistake.

You could be some pills or a movie star with mental ills who kept a diary just for thrills

You could be a drain.

You could be a plane.

You could be a train.

You could be a cock.

You could be a crow or an apostle who said he did not know.

You could be a do.

You might be a don't

You could be a plan or even a Volkswagen van

You could be a bee just looking for a buzz.

You could be the fuzz or just a long beard.

You could be a sword you might be a spear or a pioneer or just an old dear dying from fear

You could be a light.

You might be the match

You could be the catch or the wrong faulty batch

You could be the vet, you might be the pet .

It could be your friend , it might be a sad end

You could be a boat, you might be afloat

You could be bad news.

You might sleep with the fish.

You might mirror your wish

You might be ice cream or a banana split in a dyslexic fit.

You could be a knicker box glory you might be the old, old story. You might fall out of bed with the morning glory

You might be viagra pie

You might touch the sky

You might never die

You could be a tramp, you might be a lamp .

You could be a scamp , you might be the damp

You might be a cad or simply just bad

You might be a pea, you could be the pod.

You might be a fish , you could be the rod

You could be a cod.

You might be a dish or a princesses wish

You could be by the sea you might be in Galilee,

You could be walking on the sea if you truly were free.

You could open the seventh seal.

You could give hope.

You could heal.

You could hear the final ringing of the death bells from Hell

You could break their wicked spell

You could talk in any language as well

You might be on a cross or simply just doss or not even give a toss

You might be the boss or just a bad head.

You might be easily misled.

You might be well fed

You might be a priest.

You might be a feast.

You might be a bishop with unrequited love.

You might live in the jungle soon after your bungle.

You might be the edge or you could be the fall

You could be me too.

You might be a shoe or some sticky glue.

You might be a clue or a dead end too.

You might be to short , you might be to tall,

You might be a wall.

You could be a loon

You could be a Baboon

You might be a binary coded tune going round in some head.

You might be in bed, it could be so nice, you might be some spice.

You might even be some curry and rice

You might be part of Gods greater plan

You might end up as a man

You could be a man and not give a damn

Through unfathomable depths I must plunge unaware of final fate.

All currents must emanate from a powerful force.

Cause and effect need not necessarily be true when our logic is laughed at by higher beings

Chaos is the only result when rules are disregarded by the ruling forces

Twisting snakes feed on weaker souls before dragging them down to bottomless holes

Please ignore me O' mighty cruel serpent

Thank God you can no longer fly above the higher celestial sky

Your temptations flood over me in soft whispered dreams.

Often have I gone along with your ungodly schemes.

I must battle hard to join the chosen few, after the light in me is stronger than the dark

I, will then begin to fight when there is a pathway in sight

When fire meets ice then water flows and eventually returns as rain

It waters the arid deserts and the barren plains and some goes down our throats before flowing down Many drains

When fires go out their heat only temporarily remain, unlike the water that even rains down on sunny Spain

So ice will always outlast fire, like true love conquers hate and pain

Sometime the Sun will burn out

Will we then be living still upon the Earths beautiful face or living far away in another galaxy further away than we can see to-day

Will we still think we are free without the bird and the bee or a nice cup of tea?

Probably we will be part machine and man unaware totally of Gods plan for man.

Beautiful rainbow arching across the sky in its bowlike shape.

It simmers with twinkling vivid colours as direct sunlight hits the misty rain drops dripping like tears from the high above clouds.

How can we find peace on Earth ?

Can we see ourselves more clearly as we lose our sight ?

CAN WE REALLY SEE OURSELVES CLEARLY IN THE MIRROR OR IS THE REFLECTION JUST A CLEAR DECEPTION.

Can we really trust our friends or is it just some means to an end

How can we think we might be free when we are all numbered and watched by TV ?.

Are we aware thta there is nearly a barcode on everything we buy, transmitted daily to the satellite in the sky, I wonder why

How can some religious group with virgins for their dastardly acts in them it seems there is no pax

How can we let all the rivers and lakes turn into open sewers and acid rain wares out our drains ?

How long can we expect to turn on the power with just a flick of a switch!

Can we expect our clothes to get really white when we fill the planet with pollution and shite.

Look out for the Unicorn, see it sip form the silvery stream that flows into the ocean of unending dreams.
Ride this pure white stallion with fires in its eyes accross crystal blue mountains and purple black skies and
hear no more the cry of the Wanton Wail