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Train to Erewhon

The next train at the station
is for atheists
and free thinkers

No tickets for believers
in scary tales
of damn nations

Godless and fearless
but not headless,
we shall leave,
dancing, singing,
shitting in the wide mainstream.

Cornless and fearless,
but not friendless,
we shall leave,
dancing, singing, fucking, thinking,
shitting in the wide mainstream

Yes, cornless and fearless
but not friendless,
we shall leave
Wave bye bye to the black age
and bye bye the swamp breed

Bye bye the swamp breed
Bye bye the swamp breed

Now our train, we call it Giant,
and from its fender, we smell the blood
of the reptiles and the leeches
who’ll never leave the clinging mud

Thoughtless
and merciless
and lifeless
and in pain,
their writhing empire screams at us and curses
at our train

But Giant gives us wings ,
so from their hellhounds
we may flee
Yes sir, it’s bye bye to the reptile mouthed,
Bye bye the swamp breed,
Bye bye the swamp breed,
Bye bye the swamp breed

Oui, Bourgeois

In my book, I’ve a thousand portraits
of all the petty snobs I’ve ever known
It begins with a childhood memory
of being left alone out in the snow
My little friend had a birthday party
and he invited me to come along
His mother said I was a council estate kid
and shut me out of her healthy private home

It doesn’t hurt now
It’s not so bad now
I got the chip up on my shoulder
It’s better there than
in my soul.
Now,
I would prefer to carry on

The second chapter is in full colour
about a girl, or a mansion on the hill
Chose and pronounced every word so perfectly
We watched TV on the ‘sofa’, not the ‘settee’
She had garlic in her parent’s kitchen,
laughed down her nose at he who didn’t
I said "you got the wrong vampire darling"
I just ain’t been introduced to French cuisine

It was a nonsense
that U and non U,
but every moment
felt so hostile
I got so burnt then,
like burnt on ice
I would prefer to
carry on now

And as for me I’m saving pride of place
two chapters and the epilogue
I swell my feats to save my face,
to shine out in the London fog

Oh understand me
I’m not ungrateful
These contradictions
make me strong
Cos if I cave in
I can’t go on now
I’ve always joined in
I am a snob

Oui, moi aussi, bourgeois!

Artistes and Repertoire

Oh it's lovely,
sitting, watching,
as all you dudes go by.

And it's there
in your eyes
that you're on the verge of something

I don't know what it is.
I don't know what it might be

But it's there
in your eyes,
you're on the verge of wotsit,
and you haven't got the nerve to reach out
and touch it
Nothing scares you more
than what you want

Why do you take yourself so seriously , John?

Now, you're sitting in the flesh canteen
watching for the next band.
Will it be the Moaners?
Will it be Jackland?

They can’t take it away from you, it’s yours
You can’t take it away from them, it’s theirs

Kill the thing you love
Kill the thing you love

Why do you take yourself so seriously, John?