A vision of hope I sing for you
A vision of hope is coming through
It's what we in this world must heed
Hope filled loving vision seeds
Aural receptors hear the words
Please do not think it absurd
A vision of hope is what we need
Because this earth here wounded bleeds
Hear this provoking rhyme
Heralding action's hopeful tide
Take it to heart for there it flows
Courage surging as it goes
Foundationed block by hopeful block
Caused by faith like unto a rock
Make majestic dreams to fly
Into societies mind's eye
Tuesday, 24 January 2012
The initial extended utopian acid dream
World war one blew off our arms and legs
World war two laid the atomic egg
World war three is the war against nature
This is the story that the freaks created yeah
LSD came with the nuclear dawn
And all the boom babies picked up the score
Till the plastic colours of the nineteen sixties
Faded round about seventy four
Punk came along and with anarchy rent
All it's feelings of discontent
At the shitstem with an amphetamine rage
Youth rebel resistance violence in the head
No more heroes they're all dead
New Romantics were naff but Thatcher was worse
And all the good that was done got reversed
So began the soul devoid eightees
But of the women of Greenham I shall speak of in greatness
They sat on silos for nuclear warheads
Chanted to the Goddess to come to them
Rid this land of the cruel Cruise missile
And this is exactly what they did
By the time of nineteen eighty four
We had the miner's strike, they deplored
Conditions under which they had to work
So stood firm at their pickets not taking no more
So the riot police came and did their worse
But they practised on the hippies first
At what seemed like a festi at Nostal Priory
Was there ever a public enquiry?
So here enter police not wearing their numbers
In riot vans with batons gas and shields encumbered
To the peace festivals that people were making
An alternative life to the daily grind partaking
The infamous so-called Beanfield Battle
Marked what would have been the twelfth annual
Stonehenge mid-summer solstice celebration
But a Queen's charter was never granted
It would have secured the gathering for good
But the state trashed the hippies because it could
What can you say it was low and obscene
It got twisted in the papers and on the screen
The New Age Traveler Peace Convoy did annoy
The powers that be who scattered them all
Because they were scared of what they had formed
Because their traveler ways were becoming a norm
There were certainly too many drugs
But these people were not by nature thugs
But driven out of house and home
By circumstances that they did not own
Alienated to the extreem
By different sorts of government scheme
Offered shit work or unemployment lines
You bet that they looked for a better time!
It was the end of the end of the initial
Extended utopian acid dream
World war two laid the atomic egg
World war three is the war against nature
This is the story that the freaks created yeah
LSD came with the nuclear dawn
And all the boom babies picked up the score
Till the plastic colours of the nineteen sixties
Faded round about seventy four
Punk came along and with anarchy rent
All it's feelings of discontent
At the shitstem with an amphetamine rage
Youth rebel resistance violence in the head
No more heroes they're all dead
New Romantics were naff but Thatcher was worse
And all the good that was done got reversed
So began the soul devoid eightees
But of the women of Greenham I shall speak of in greatness
They sat on silos for nuclear warheads
Chanted to the Goddess to come to them
Rid this land of the cruel Cruise missile
And this is exactly what they did
By the time of nineteen eighty four
We had the miner's strike, they deplored
Conditions under which they had to work
So stood firm at their pickets not taking no more
So the riot police came and did their worse
But they practised on the hippies first
At what seemed like a festi at Nostal Priory
Was there ever a public enquiry?
So here enter police not wearing their numbers
In riot vans with batons gas and shields encumbered
To the peace festivals that people were making
An alternative life to the daily grind partaking
The infamous so-called Beanfield Battle
Marked what would have been the twelfth annual
Stonehenge mid-summer solstice celebration
But a Queen's charter was never granted
It would have secured the gathering for good
But the state trashed the hippies because it could
What can you say it was low and obscene
It got twisted in the papers and on the screen
The New Age Traveler Peace Convoy did annoy
The powers that be who scattered them all
Because they were scared of what they had formed
Because their traveler ways were becoming a norm
There were certainly too many drugs
But these people were not by nature thugs
But driven out of house and home
By circumstances that they did not own
Alienated to the extreem
By different sorts of government scheme
Offered shit work or unemployment lines
You bet that they looked for a better time!
It was the end of the end of the initial
Extended utopian acid dream
What goes around
Standing at the edge of time hanging out my washing line
Spiral wizard make your spell at bottom of a wishing well
Throw yourself into the void there's no need to be destroyed
Karma has it all but kepy the pebbles Dionysis wept
Makin' spells of ancient law it opens up a very door
Door in the mind is door to sky science still wonders how and why
Cobbled words from bits of string dragon scale and magic ring
I can't tell you how to live it's all in the love you give
What goes around around around around
Comes around around around
Comes around comes around
Spiral wizard make your spell at bottom of a wishing well
Throw yourself into the void there's no need to be destroyed
Karma has it all but kepy the pebbles Dionysis wept
Makin' spells of ancient law it opens up a very door
Door in the mind is door to sky science still wonders how and why
Cobbled words from bits of string dragon scale and magic ring
I can't tell you how to live it's all in the love you give
What goes around around around around
Comes around around around
Comes around comes around
The ballade of the Spacegoats
Ever movin' ever changing ever staying the same
They roam the stars in burnt out cars
Here's how the Spacegoats got their name
The cosmic crew knew their cue fate of earth is in the swing
Knowing God the cloven shod came down to sing 'the Morning Dew'
So to transform it was their norm by playing 'pon the Huru horn
They took it down to Twyford Down they played their holy sacred sounds
And here they met the Dongas folk the music rang long hard and loud
With magic blows to a Tarmac heart it's what you'd call a road protest!
Earth children we've gotta listen to our
Soul Mother she's on the go
From Solsbury Hill to Newbury with a Fairmile in between
With festies all around the place where many stones were turned
Now the stakes are getting high corruption war all deadly lies
Flame of fire and Goaty bleat stamping of a Dragon's feet
From El Nino to eschaton you might wonder what we're on
Two hundred years of abuse will surely let the storm unloose
Earth Mother!
Transformation!
Radiation for breakfast
She's gonna take us through the cyclone's eye
To Hunab Ku and back again
Then we went to a Goodman's place when the Law evicted Crystal Palace
From folk through punk to Gypsy Hill starry eyed and laughing still
"Inamorata" hear us shout Thirteen Moons will work it out
Mandala was the studio where we recorded don't you know?
We vision of a world to be through turmoil of this present age
To heal with music word and weed so much to grow from tiny seed
The task it is just begun yet only half a tale is spun
Around the world and back again tied up with a daisy chain
Lightening flash forgotten dream no-one knows what it means
We're all involved come what may to travel through the Milky Way
It's where us Goats all belong and where lives this strange old song
So watch out when you turn around perhaps you'll hear the Goaty sound
Transform complete this wicked world so the Rainbow's start to whirl
Trance us Hurunagas worm of your glory let us learn
They roam the stars in burnt out cars
Here's how the Spacegoats got their name
The cosmic crew knew their cue fate of earth is in the swing
Knowing God the cloven shod came down to sing 'the Morning Dew'
So to transform it was their norm by playing 'pon the Huru horn
They took it down to Twyford Down they played their holy sacred sounds
And here they met the Dongas folk the music rang long hard and loud
With magic blows to a Tarmac heart it's what you'd call a road protest!
Earth children we've gotta listen to our
Soul Mother she's on the go
From Solsbury Hill to Newbury with a Fairmile in between
With festies all around the place where many stones were turned
Now the stakes are getting high corruption war all deadly lies
Flame of fire and Goaty bleat stamping of a Dragon's feet
From El Nino to eschaton you might wonder what we're on
Two hundred years of abuse will surely let the storm unloose
Earth Mother!
Transformation!
Radiation for breakfast
She's gonna take us through the cyclone's eye
To Hunab Ku and back again
Then we went to a Goodman's place when the Law evicted Crystal Palace
From folk through punk to Gypsy Hill starry eyed and laughing still
"Inamorata" hear us shout Thirteen Moons will work it out
Mandala was the studio where we recorded don't you know?
We vision of a world to be through turmoil of this present age
To heal with music word and weed so much to grow from tiny seed
The task it is just begun yet only half a tale is spun
Around the world and back again tied up with a daisy chain
Lightening flash forgotten dream no-one knows what it means
We're all involved come what may to travel through the Milky Way
It's where us Goats all belong and where lives this strange old song
So watch out when you turn around perhaps you'll hear the Goaty sound
Transform complete this wicked world so the Rainbow's start to whirl
Trance us Hurunagas worm of your glory let us learn
Roll on
Walk you out in the moonlight walk you under the stars
Walk you out in the moonlight walk you under the stars
You know my baby you're beautiful just as you are
Your father's the sunshine your mother's the rain
Your father's the sunshine your mother's the rain
Catch 'em together you've got a rainbow again
Your brother paints pictures of the tramps in the street
Your brother paints pictures of the tramps in the street
You'd think they wouldn't like it but he paints 'em neat
I ain't got no shoes walking down this mile
You ain't got no jewels but you're wearing a smile
What we got is the moonlight and that's always in style
Walk you out in the moonlight walk you under the stars
You know my baby you're beautiful just as you are
Your father's the sunshine your mother's the rain
Your father's the sunshine your mother's the rain
Catch 'em together you've got a rainbow again
Your brother paints pictures of the tramps in the street
Your brother paints pictures of the tramps in the street
You'd think they wouldn't like it but he paints 'em neat
I ain't got no shoes walking down this mile
You ain't got no jewels but you're wearing a smile
What we got is the moonlight and that's always in style
Sunday, 22 January 2012
Don't cry Sandy
Sandy got a ticket for the Underground, she paid her money at the stile
Waited for the train to Charing Cross bought some news to pass the while
She knows she has to get to where she is going
Got to get to Peter on time
Train rolls into the station and Sandy gets on board
Sees there's five stops to go till she gets there, well at least there's no more
She's late already what will she do
Gotta get there on time
Man in a trilby hat and great coat looks down at her with weasely eyes
Doesn't say a think and she avoids his eyes but Sandy goes queer inside
And at Charing Cross she darts out of the station
Got to get where she's going on time
It's exactly a quarter to one and it should have been half past twelve
Sandy didn't make it on time but that gets put on the shelf
Peter's open arms welcome her in and Sandy feels all a glow
chorus:
Don't cry Sandy don't feel blue
You know he loves you you know it's true
Waited for the train to Charing Cross bought some news to pass the while
She knows she has to get to where she is going
Got to get to Peter on time
Train rolls into the station and Sandy gets on board
Sees there's five stops to go till she gets there, well at least there's no more
She's late already what will she do
Gotta get there on time
Man in a trilby hat and great coat looks down at her with weasely eyes
Doesn't say a think and she avoids his eyes but Sandy goes queer inside
And at Charing Cross she darts out of the station
Got to get where she's going on time
It's exactly a quarter to one and it should have been half past twelve
Sandy didn't make it on time but that gets put on the shelf
Peter's open arms welcome her in and Sandy feels all a glow
chorus:
Don't cry Sandy don't feel blue
You know he loves you you know it's true
Wide eyed Annie
Chick name of Annie she's waiting upstairs she's got a deal she's made
And needs to get up country to get away and be clean
But there's a street load of policemen who just don't want this to be
Her man didn't come through and she's got a case full
A big bag of bad luck if she's caught in this state
And the state of her mind is wiped all over the place
Now anyway Annie's got a hyper-set brain and uses cocaine
That's why she's stuck here in Maine where it ain't so quaint
And she's thinking to herself "How did I get here?"
And the police are calling "You gotta come out
We're gonna kick the door in, we know you're in there,
You'd better give yourself up, it ain't tea for two, get ready we're coming through"
But it's ok she says she can cope, ties up a tourniquet
Cranks up a needle full of coke, "It's no joke" she says
In fact you know shit it's all the same
Annie's wide eyed and she's slipping away out the window down the drainpipe
Briefcase handle clenched between her teeth, dangling in the breeze
And her conscience is calling when will my mind find peace
chorus:
Wide eyed you are you are with your briefcase little Annie
Wide eyed you'll be till you get away from your mind
And needs to get up country to get away and be clean
But there's a street load of policemen who just don't want this to be
Her man didn't come through and she's got a case full
A big bag of bad luck if she's caught in this state
And the state of her mind is wiped all over the place
Now anyway Annie's got a hyper-set brain and uses cocaine
That's why she's stuck here in Maine where it ain't so quaint
And she's thinking to herself "How did I get here?"
And the police are calling "You gotta come out
We're gonna kick the door in, we know you're in there,
You'd better give yourself up, it ain't tea for two, get ready we're coming through"
But it's ok she says she can cope, ties up a tourniquet
Cranks up a needle full of coke, "It's no joke" she says
In fact you know shit it's all the same
Annie's wide eyed and she's slipping away out the window down the drainpipe
Briefcase handle clenched between her teeth, dangling in the breeze
And her conscience is calling when will my mind find peace
chorus:
Wide eyed you are you are with your briefcase little Annie
Wide eyed you'll be till you get away from your mind
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