/// A silly little song about all the silly little ways we try and find/make peace with a silly little world /// Well there's a fire in our local rodeo supply And the cowboy's can't figure out how to cry This was once a land of constant standoffs Now it's fingers itching for the kitchen wine And touching stoves until they can finally take it But you don't find peace, you make it Run fast enough and it might feel like a breeze Or burn through your money til your assets freeze Well the coldest place to be is the nudist colony But behind closed doors they wear plain white t's There's no soul that can bear it all so naked Cause you don't find peace, you make it You don't find peace, you make it So make it quick!

/// A doomed Ancient Greek fishing boat does not realize that it is already doomed by the currents (of death) /// I was sputtered out like a fished up trout From the crater pool of Y2K And when I hit the deck I did not expect The winds to turn and surge my way And the truth I floundered to iI that all that's truly true Is how the world revolves around everyone Everyone but you And currents to the west will test a sailor's best The waves are channeled as Poseidon breathes No course correction seemed to stop the meeting Of the seams between the skies and seas And in a land of endless blue Both fisherman and fish together knew Of how the world revolves around everyone Everyone but you And the styx is a stagnant river That flows into a stagnant sea That spirals down a stagnant whirlpool That'll take you down to me (oh no!) That'll take you down to me (oh no no no no no...) You know I tend to find that it's a very straight line That's sliced up by the fates And the dolphins and the turtles from the bottom of a whirlpool Have an accent I can't quite place And so they sing a tune That I don't know the lyrics to And I get a funny feeling Like I've missed some kind of cue I settled to the floor in a house so very storied In the cheaper part of town It's built from little bits of Theseus' ship And there's plenty to go around And if I made a left When stepping my baby steps I'd find another river Settle in the same old wreck And might I realise The eye's the one true limb And we're just watching in the water Like we never thought to swim And the channel ain't too wide To reach the other side So say the lucky fuckers Washed up by the tide Washed up and out and up and out and up and out and under And the styx is a stagnant river That flows into a stagnant sea That spirals down a stagnant whirlpool That'll take you down to me (oh no!) That'll take you down to me (oh no no no no no...)

/// An aging revolutionary urges their child to never lose their idealistic, youthful spirit of protest /// Sweetheart, I don't pack the punch I used to I can't hack it like young punks do Walking sunburned streets In our failure we provided you with ruin But when I die I will not do it Vicariously So fight And spit in their eyes You were born to survive Make war if they try you Just don't ever make your peace Sweetheart, I didn't wanna let the heat up Punching down and kicking feet up A driver in no gear Oh show me there's no depth we gotta fall to And don't let the bastards call you Wise beyond your years So steal And don't stop to kneel Like what's wrong is what's real Keep stoking the feeling Just don't ever make your peace And if they come for you You run like hell So fight You take your rage, your spite And you hold it tightly And if they come for you You run like hell

/// A loser won't allow joy and excitement into their life even if they have no good reason not to. It's a character piece /// The god of good harvest's out Great Yarmouth way He's the pleasure beach's best kept secret they say Well we caught his eye as we were rolling up From the mid-life-crisis bowling club He said "what a shame, I don't yet know your names, and I know everyone See the fruit of labourless behaviour's free With the flavour you've been craving desperately It's an angel's prayer, beyond any drug" And I could barely hide my shrug Too true to be good, and I knew that I wouldn't so I didn't Not today, not tonight I got no appetite The god of good harvest shines on me With the dark part of the light The best of friends with a better sense for dreams Took one big bite and immediately glowed at the seams And he was lifted, hard and swift To burst apart like a blissful blister His liquid face filled every place In universal dissipation Breaking cosmic cycles with every breath It was a hell of a death I turned two hundred on a happy hour today All my dearest peers expanded in similar ways But transcending never befitted me I'll be buried under thick O3 And I think of that day, and I can only give out credit And every day since, I've desperately tried to regret it But not today, not tonight I got no appetite The god of good harvest shines on me With the dark part of the light

/// What If Capitalism Was A Dude???? /// I once was sure, but that was before I was younger than my son-in-law A conman baptist hosed me down But I promise that I'm holy now Well it's a long road to perdition Don't you know who I am, my children? I love a good tradition I'm drunk, drunk driving the pram, my children On the inside looking out Saying "this right here's what everything was all about" Met a model through her father My semi-honest business partner We'd sell them lies they were dying to hear But I tell you, I was semi-sincere! Now the cook is looking shifty Don't you know who I am, my children? He'll be leaving swiftly I'm drunk, drunk driving the pram, my children On the inside looking out Saying "this right here's what everything was all about" The promised land is underground So fall to grandeur, make me proud Father of the world

/// A society centered around building a really big tower, and the human cost of it all /// The cloud bed bred and settled down To drown a metalworking town But don't leave your tools to rust There's gold still in the dust We're gonna build a tower upon An unambitious Babylon A thousand hands to help And the tower builds itself Won't you raise your weary arms for me? Just one more story and I'm sure we will finally see Beyond the sky The economy, economy, economy of you and I The brakeless train will shed its wheels To get a taste of how it feels With stones from roman roads And bricks picked out our homes No one likes the squealing sound Of wheels and axles gearing down So it's keeping up the pace for now You gotta keep the pace somehow Won't you raise your weary arms for me? Just one more story and I'm sure we will finally see Beyond the sky The economy, economy, economy of you and I I'm weak, I'm tired and all to hear |Is be inspired or disappear Oh show me what you're worth Show me fit to work So they tore up my floors, they used the pine For stories maybe you could climb Cause there's nothing else you knew But to hustle as they hustled you Won't you raise your weary arms for me? Just one more story and I'm sure we will finally see Beyond the sky The economy, economy, economy of you and I Ravenous wolves in cavernous halls Cinking a glass as the chandlier falls Drinking to your health Well when they enforce a body like yours Collapse on their stairways and bleed on their floors Cause you are more than wealth Well nothing builds itself Won't you raise your weary arms for me? Just one more story and I'm sure we will finally see Beyond the sky The economy, economy, economy of you and I In the throes of productivity I'm beaten, I'm breaking but maybe we'll finally see A clearer sky Economy, economy, economy of you and I

/// Two bros on a student holiday go looking for love on the town, and strike out /// They say the evening's endless if you dream to dare We'll start it here as friends but hope to end it elsewhere So streetlight, set a chart And we'll beeline for the heart Of wherever paints the illustration in a pretty kind of light But the city slickers sigh At our slickest pickup lines Well I'm here for one more night And I'm looking for a thief To wave my handkerchief But tonight I've just been struck with leather gloves You tell me we can't lose Well not with that attitude It's mostly midnight in the European cities you love And Jenny had a heart attack in Zante I hear And Johnny took her photograph through the bottom of his beer Well must we soldier on For the monarchs of our prom? Their fairytale's a seedy sort of seelie deal The cobbles bruise our feet There's a spirit underneath You say you'd pay to feel But the lovers of our dreams Are never ever gonna leave They keep us on the streets, are we sleeping rough? You tell me we can't lose Well not with that attitude It's mostly midnight in the European cities you love We pass between club passion and club grace Oh please don't say that this must be the place We've been through all nine hells Seems so has everyone else But the barflies aren't quite ready to give up Cause together we can't lose No, not with our attitude It's mostly midnight in the European cities we love

/// Lucky man is a song I wrote about a lucky man. That's that /// Well it's swell in Sutton The cul-de-sac is humming I got the feeling, got the spirit And synched to the rooster With my five-in-six six-shooter Find beneath my tongue a ticket Or two Come call my number! Come call my number! Come call my number, I'm a lucky man! The press is always filming When I'm saving babies from burning buildings I've put my number in so many mothers' phones So preoccupy the devil You dream in wars, I dream in medals Honey soaks my never-broken bones Right through Come call my number! Come call my number! Come call my number, I'm a lucky man!

A good luck kiss upon his cheek And upward to the wonder A modest crowd arrives to seek The flying man of London And in his last disasterpiece The coward in me knows For Mister Antigravity It's how he'd wanna go

/// A plea from one misanthrope to another to change their ways and embrace humanity, despite everything /// It's the end of my momentum, I can feel the city centralizing me And I find it kind of threatening how life ticks by so second-handedly It's artificial darkness in the air And it's hard to see if anyone's still there And through my letterbox the view's a mess, I set a lock or two If this is it, I wish you'd say it like you know it isn't true I'll revile our damning days, yet all the while I can't stand to see you when you smile Well say it's made to fall And say you've grown to hate us all Just say it like you know it isn't true Well say it ain't no home And say you'd rather die alone Just say it like you know it isn't true So will you come for me? You can't make it alone, you can't make it alone I know that you're done with me But look at how you've grown, you can't make it alone And in my cabin fever I would leave a hundred lovers for you my friend I can't bear it either, oh but one way or another this will end Something's gotta live through this you know I've nothing left to give, but here you go

/// The struggle to try and do good in the world, and the temptation to just give up and shut up /// Joe's a good kid with a trembling lip And a clipboard pressed to his chest like a defibrillator His stoniest fear's his only idea To be true to the cause, to be your facilitator So shiver in fright, the rain is like a sheet A watercolour painting of a street You could make a difference here If you could only move your feet Heaven is a place, it's 3 feet off the ground There's a hand around your ankle always pulling you back down I wanna go beyond it, I want a better view Of all the gods in miniature and not a speck of you I want to find a future I want to lose it all Sid's a good kid with a plate of shit And a car that won't start and a murmuring heart left burning Born on the clock, on the boss' new watch The commuting toward the losing before the earning And puddle-soaked shoes just puzzles and clues to be found In the mystery of when this misery will end up profound Joe tries to show him a clipboard He pushes joe to the ground Heaven is a place, with a star for you And there's an upturned pin in your sunday shoes Who knows how you're meant to stand A chance encounter with your fellow man I want to find a future I want to lose it all It's the second day of the rest of our lives Was much like the first, much like the first We gave it all and boy we survived We did our worst, we did our worst Then I hear one of the neighbour's scream And I wanna be living that dream But I don't do much screaming anymore And I feel like I'm living right In the line of a rifle sight But I don't do much screaming anymore I hear him coming, the running man Face painted, with guns for hands But I don't do much screaming anymore And I heard that birthday clown He's working funerals now But I don't do much screaming anymore And as much as I'd like to be Mister Antigravity No, I don't do much screaming anymore And I saw the river run With the boiling blood of our mother's sons But I don't do much screaming anymore And I heard the heart/soul choir Raise strained voices higher, higher Yet I don't do much screaming anymore And I should've been in that crowd But I didn't make a sound Cause I don't do much screaming anymore And as much as I ought to be Mister Antigravity No, I don't do much screaming anymore And I'm hunting for something sane In the eye of a hurricane Where I don't do much screaming anymore And I'm gazing down into the sea There's a face and it's looking at me But I don't do much screaming anymore And all that I came to know Was every mistake on every flake of snow So I don't do much screaming anymore And as much as I'd like to be Mister Antigravity No, I don't do much screaming anymore