(Music W. Auld, Words W.Auld & S.Abrahall)
Countless times I've sat and thought,
Of all the things that life has brought.
As I sit in my mind of inertness,
I now know life is movements in the darkness.
There are echoes in the room,
There are whispers in the valleys of doom.
That is the place where life has gone,
As time continues the light shines on.
Physiological detachments keep the petals clear
Of everything you need to fear
The time is getting very near
So just shut up and drink your beer
There is a Shadow Of Darkness,
That has just fell across my hand.
Belonging to a thousand unheard voices,
That are racing across the land.
Straights In Their Natural Habitat
(Words S. Abrahall, Music W. Auld)
Straights in their natural habitat
See them standing in line.
Straights in their natural habitat
Think their having a good time.
See the man with the magic cranium
Wakes up mornings and he's eating uranium.
Finds his way to the edge of time
Back to the place where he committed crime
Bad words on a sinking ship
Likes to decide, on his final trip.
Straights are bogs as we all know
Their reaction time is rather slow.
When they hear a song they know
They start dancing to and fro.
Straights in their natural habitat
See them standing in line.
Straights in their natural habitat
Think their having a good time.
Straights in their natural habitat
See them standing in line.
Straights in their natural habitat
Think their having a good time.
See the man with the magic cranium
Wakes up mornings and he's eating uranium.
Finds his way to the edge of time
Back to the place where he committed crime
Bad words on a sinking ship
Likes to decide, on his final trip.
Nitrous Oxide
(Words S. Abrahall, Music S. Abrahall & W. Auld)
The kids around here are all hanging out,
They're all stuck for something to do.
It's been a long time since they've rock and rolled,
And they really need something new.
Now, I'm not trying to get technical
You see, I don't want to be unkind.
But I've got something to show you
It'll really help to lose your mind.
Nitrous, Nitrous Oxide. I'm feeling less and less.
When I'm feeling Nitrous Oxide, I'm just a fuckin'
mess.
Both my legs have fallen off,
And my head's just hit the floor.
My brain's split down the centre,
I've really gotta have some more.
Now, I'm not talking addiction,
'Cause you know what it does to me.
So just give me all your money girl,
C'mon cruise out to CIG.
Nitrous, Nitrous Oxide. I'm feeling less and less.
When I'm feeling Nitrous Oxide, I'm just a fuckin'
mess.
A friend of mine on the telephone,
Said he wouldn't mind a couple of bags.
Sick and tired of picking his nose,
And his girlfriend's on the rags.
Now, I'm not trying to exaggerate,
But his face went blue and green.
Then he went down like a bag of shit,
And put his head through the TV screen.
Nitrous, Nitrous Oxide. I'm feeling less and less.
When I'm feeling Nitrous Oxide, I'm just a fuckin'
mess.
Ride To Desperation
(Words S. Abrahall, Music S. Abrahall & W. Auld
The headlight swift like a wandering sun
The Ride To Desperation, has already begun.
Blue light that pursues me is no longer a friend
Leaning over, sliding, as I take another bend.
Blue light still advancing, it's viscious aim is clear
Speedo reaches 205 beyond the realms of fear.
Two bends, a straight, a clump of trees, a glossy oil-slick
The road hits hard beneath the night and cuts me to the
quick, C'mon.
I staggered, breathless, to my feet about to face my foe
You know, the bike was dead and a voice inside said "I'm
the next to go".
I heard the engine top the rise, as headlights blurred my
vision
For an instant, I felt threatened by this laser-like
incision.
The rain falls heavily in sheets of pummelling mass,
encouraging metal to song, a vibrant monotone.
Hark, the gushing of blood in thyne gutter
For this is your tank of gore, your reservoir of plasma,
your divine nectar.
With barrels pointed at the lights in trembling fists of
steel
Two holes destroyed the windscreen, as the pigs began to
squeal.
The car stopped dead, it's corpses warm, with vomit, blood,
and shit
I checked the boot to see how well the bike was gonna
fit.
Plastic Prophets
(Words and Music S. Abrahall)
Getting right out on the edge of a limb
And no one seems to know what you mean.
Everyday's just another opportunity
To try to cut your throat, on someone else's
windscreen.
No one likes to think they've been out-dated
And everyone's an expert today.
Yeah the Plastic Prophets are all over-rated
You know they've got nothing to say.
Yeah, your macho-men with their macho talk
Still eat their Sunday dinner with a knife and fork.
It's all very well to shout and scream
I think you need something more extreme.
No one likes to think they've been out-dated
And everyone's an expert today.
Yeah the Plastic Prophets are all over-rated
You know they've got nothing to say.
Down on the street where the talk is cheap
There's some secrets there you just gotta keep
The changing ways in a stagnant town
There's more than elevators going down
If you're right on time, get into it
Get into it, while you're still fit
Cause it's the only chance you're gonna get
To stop yourself from getting wet
So if it's what you want, or what you need
There's some people 'round here who need to take heed
It's the parasites trying to feed
On the stupid fools who did the deed
Nobody
(Words And Music W. Auld)
Nobody wants to know,
Just sitting around on the grass or the ground.
They're just listening to their favourite sound,
To a live band, or music down on the sand.
Nobody wants to know,
The way life's to be, they just can't see.
They've just got no class at all,
They think that they're precision, take a dose of your own
decision.
They're just a bunch of fools,
There's some writing on the walls, that's intriguing them
all.
None of them went to schools,
They try to read the writing, but the blind end up leading
the blind.
That Night
(Words and Music W. Auld)
The silhouetted trees that line the broken tracks of
time
Desolation reigns the blackness of the night.
An image of the moon seen through wet cracked glass
Casts a luminous thread of beam upon the grass.
The loneliness of the soul, a speck of sand beholed
The fogging of the glass, waiting for lost time to pass.
But is this any use, I feel like I've got to cut loose
And all I want to hear is those words whispered in my
ear.
That Night
That Night
That Night.
You know the feeling that I mean, although it's present
it can't be seen
Images pass in many ways, hallucinating or in a dream.
That night these moods were felt, going slowly nowhere into
space
As if time had slipped the belt, through the grasp of the
human race.
That Night
That Night
That Night.
Don't Follow Me
(Words and Music W. Auld)
What ever you do
Don't follow me
Otherwise the blind
Will never see.
I've been there
And I have seen
Everything that
Has ever been.
What ever you do
Only time can tell
It's a matter of knowing
And how you feel.
I'll be going back that way.
I'll be going back to stay.
It once was told
From a wise man
That water you drink
Will turn to sand.
And as you walk
Where you're going to
The earth will fall
From in front of you.
And light that shines
From the sun above
Shines on everything
But the man with no love.
I'll be going back that way.
I'll be going back to stay.
Ain't Got No Reason
(Words S. Abrahall, Music W. Auld)
Ain't got no reason to be planning a treason.
It's not the season to be losing adhesion.
Sticking with you, 'cause you're made of glue.
Don't make me spew, or our pact I'll review.
You're making haste, 'cause you're sticking like paste.
It's such a waste, on this planet you're based.
I said, think of the cosmos, it's not all that big,
Not all that big unless you're changing a sprig.
You say that you're blue,
And it sticks like glue,
When I get near you,
I feel it too.
Not The Time
(Words & W. Auld)
Too many people have lost the ability to think,
No individuality in this conservative stink.
Just doing the same as everyone else,
Like sheep being led by a shepherds crook.
Why can't they see, if they want to be free,
To get up and around, get off of the ground.
Anything different they just can't do,
Penned in the cages of a uniformed zoo.
When will they see, that they just can't be,
Listening to pseudo sounds, with their heads in the ground.
Believing what's been made, not making what they believe,
They won't speak their mind, it's Not The Time.
Gods they believe in, is a thing of the past,
Wake up from your blindness, it's all a big farce.
No motivation to change from their lore,
They accept what they're told, taught, but not what they
saw.
Keep on living in your mindless, pathetic ways,
Becoming a no-one, from birth 'til the grave.
Just another statistic on life's long list,
Your something is nothing, like fog in the mist.
When will they see, that they just can't be,
Listening to pseudo sounds, with their heads in the ground.
Believing what's been made, not making what they believe,
They won't speak their mind, it's Not The Time.
Knowledge Is Power
(Words S. Abrahall, Music W. Auld)
Knowledge is power, forget what they say,
Knowledge, like power, can't get in your way.
'Cause you are the one, the one and only who knows,
That knowledge becomes something that you just can't
disclose.
See how that knowledge, cascades on itself,
Knowledge becomes currency, exchanging for wealth.
All of you people, and some of those criers,
They sing about knowledge, but they don't know what it even
is.
Knowledge so hideous, an alien being,
An entity of biology, that no one has seen.
A legacy of a post-war, thermonuclear era,
The irony of which, is that these days it's quite
nearer.
Coonamble Face
(Words & Music S. Abrahall)
You know you've, got a Coonamble Face,
I said I'm looking for emotion, there is no trace.
I said there's no trace, in that Coonamble Face,
Hey Mate, give us a mouthful.
At the Sutton Forest Inn,
It's about a grand and it's only for the entree, and
they're in demand.
Seafood extender, waitress on a bender,
Happy New Year ......, stick it up your arse.
Hey Mate, give us a mouthful.