Wednesday, 28 April 2010

Sweet Lady of May (1986)

Love oh ma Lady she comes to me, comes to me in the morning time
Bringing a love and a light so clear, bringing things that we hold dear
Dancing like a spirit now, she dance to woo the stars to sleep
Dance with her when I can, jump for joy over the land
Come walk with me my Lady, under the moon so bright
Come lay down with me my Lady, make love all through the night

I love you Lady of May, when you're not here my world is grey
When y die I'll go dancing on till we meet again at Judgement Day
When we're alive we'll walk the night, walk the day right out of sight
Wild at night and out of harm, we'll go down without a fight
And should we ever disagree, as I am sure we will
Find the root of our dis-ease, dig it out and dance on still

A love of life I have for you, do you even know who you are
Beckon to me when I was young, called me on from afar
Sing and make music fair, harmonise with loving care
Love will in the end work out, love is always in the air, in the air
So let us dance to the morning, let us dance to the night
Let us promise of this; love the world and serve it right
Love the world and serve it right

Goodbye to You (1985 or 6)

Well I think I'll be leaving come tomorrow
After this good time spent with you
And the lines just stick in your throat and ache
Seems like you're not getting through
A sorrow's only yesterday's belated smile
I catch hold of new airs, drifting on this while
Drifting on

You lady, in the red falling gown
Your hands clutch the rose tight
As your eyes look to the ground
Remember what is said and done
Think of what's to come
We are only images, flickering in the sun
Wo, in the sun

Lain in bed, we'd lain all night now the dawn chirps it's wake
Speaking of our dancing love and of mistakes we'd made
Rising we wipe the eyes and look to the door
Rolling on the clouds go by, who needs anymore
Oh, anymore

Through the glass I gaze to see the people going by
How many stories in the street, how many asking 'why?'
Why did she leave me, did she go away
Look to the ground, feel it spoil your day
(Don't let it spoil your day)

The taxi's come, it is the hour, when we shall go our ways
I feel as if i ought to have something to say
But profundity just slips and passes on it's way
Our hands, touching at fingertips are now streets away
And we've parted

Goodbye to You

(This song I wrote but it didn't happen to me. Bits of it I did experience in ways, which got cobbled in to the story)

Planet Waves ...presently fragmented...(1985, surely, seeing last verse, sometime shortly after the Beanfield)

All of us gathered here again
And slowly making it forward
We're beginning to share again
The peace that is meant for us
There's no way around it this time
For the stars are set in the sky
And time in it's steady march forward
Has not forgotten where we lie

The ways we meet are very strange
Put it back together and see the plan that is
It all fits into place........................?
We're all part of a cosmic trick
Awakening up and down the land
Something's pulling us together

'You and I' is a mystery
Impossible to solve
We are the same and not the same
...................................... together
The pull of this thing is so sublime
Like the birds that fly so high
Our souls will soar on the breeze

Apocalypse Sunshine music
Is what we all play
Reaching people in dark place
Living in fear today
Maybe we understand
Don't .........................................
Keep the smile on cheeks young and old
That watches all our lives

And don't you just know
And don't you just know
And don't you just know
And don't you just know?
What is your feeling
Planet Waves
Apocalypso Rhythm
Sunshine brightly music
Keep on moving with it
Keep on moving with it

Up and down this country
People like you and me
Come together in places old
Where you can feel the energy
And maybe some are against us
And keep us from our own
This surely is just the turn of tide
Stranger things have been known

Timechild's Goldmine (1985)

When we were young we were shining gold
Ribbons of life, tattered and waiting for the morning to come
You were like the dawn falling on swift wings bearing sunlight
For us all

Did you realise the thousand eyes, watching you lovingly
Watching you patiently
Did you once look from behind those eyes
See the thousand lives that we're living

Passed around the turning wheel
Swept up and waiting, bashed and buffetted, because we made it so
And you stood by us unseeing, hearing
All our jealous minds, once shining chose to spill

Beside us in your crystal mind
Our thoughts are always your concern
We are blindly stumbling
But the Timechild's Goldmine still sees us in it's eye

Timechild! Seasons wild!
Timechild! New Land!
Love is coming!

Monday, 26 April 2010

The Last day of May (April 1984)

I was dreaming this night of mine, I dreampt a dream all out of time
About a maiden at a fayre, about some flowers that grew in her hair

This dream was so strange so full of memories, of recalling past times when fancy free
We skipped over the grass and down to the sea with the birds who had alighted
In the fields at the time

When I awoke I felt so strange, so mighty queer, that there I lay
In bed for a while and studied the world out the window

Stunned as I was at the start of a new day, awakened from dreams that quickly decayed
And left me a feeling of a time and a place far removed from here

It was this day I do recall that folks were to gather around the hall
Singing praises to unite them all and spend the day in festive array
And celebrate, dance and music play till the night came around

And so it was that afternoon, you could just see the crescent moon
It was the last day before June, people had gathered by the church
At the cross where you can see down to the sea

On the Last Day of May
On the Last Day of May
We are just here I can't tell you why my friend
But I know it's for some reason
Some reason to be told

Practising his pipes stood by the door, the curious minstrel held me in awe
The way that he looked, the way that I saw
The way that he looked at me was not at all threatening

He took off his cloak and showed me inside, as I went further in the old minstrel cried
Making noises to me- wait behind that tree till the thunder loudly goes by

Soon after that I saw the church cat, purring and preening, licking and cleaning
Itself behind the vast rows of flowers that were to be put in the nave

What a great tortoise shell, that much I could tell, but before too long
I could hear the bell, the bell, the knell, all things are now well
It's two a clock, the fayre is just starting

Cartloads and carloads of folks pouring in I spied from my hide-out behind the inn
There were people were fat there were people were thin, people with double or triple chins
People with cameras around their necks, people carrying lengths of flex
People rushing to buy things

Oh the Last Day of May...

The vicar and the lady from the Donkey Sanctuary
Stood outside the teashop watching thoughtfully
He was wishing there had been more crysanthemums
She was nursing a bleeding cut on her thumb
"We can organise it better this year"
Was the first thing he had said
At the Salcombe Regis Fayre AGM
Back in early Feb'
"We ought to have some donkey rides
More things for the kids
A herb stall, a rat-catcher
Something like Beer town did"

There was an organ which exuded a tune wound up and not played by a long bearded loon
Who persuaded everyone to come around and around, shouting, arms waving, beads touching the ground
In time to the music

There was a wry looking man at a coconut shy his face was contorted, I didn't know why
But he was staring at a boy in his teens wiping ice-cream off his new Levi jeans
Licking what was left off his fingers

Practising flipping coins around his hat, a proud looking young man made a stand
Accused of stealing a cake from a stall, of tearing up flowers and that was not all
His mother accused him of smoking

Looking alone but still very pretty, wanders the girl who had been sitting
By the church, then by the sign, in fact all places about the town
Looking from behind here tinted glasses
Thinking was it true what her sister says about that boy

Then I kissed you down on the grass verge and reality took a lurch
The mist that had been lingering around suddenly got thicker and close to the ground
You could not see, only sound carried meaning

The whole country fayre just suddenly stopped, how had this mist so suddenly dropped?
What arm is it that has chosen to bat this ball into such a strange court?

People did not know what to do, whether to stay or whether to go
Whether they were even in town today and so, indecisive, the minutes ticked by
Not even one sound not even a cry was heard from anyone

It was then I saw the strangest sight, it really gave me quite a fright
Until I saw, in front of them all, strode the minstrel with his pipes

Out of the far past came twenty men, Celtic by nature I guessed at their kin
By the shade of their eye by the tone of their skin
On this odd stage they just wandered in and looked at everyone through the mist

Aw, not so by chance by by mystic device, I was held like wood in a vice
I would have spoke but the words but words would not come
Until this strange apparition had been and done
What it was here for

The minstrel was alone, his boots and his bones eyeing all the folks there to see
He took out his pipe and played a note of some height
And like a crack returns normality

Alright alright I know it's weird but I can handle this
What you continued with your piping I started with a kiss
"Look down at your neck, see what is there"
Was what the minstrel said. And looking down I saw I wore
A strange celtic cross that I had not seen before

On the Last day of May...

If you should go down to Salcombe Regis Fayre beware, beware. Be aware
There's dreams and things floating in the air, and I don't know if you'd really care
For it at all, for it at all, for it had all ended soon

Oh the Last day of May
Oh the Last day of May
We are just here, I can't tell you why my friends
But I know it's for some reason
Some reason to be told

Sunday, 25 April 2010

The Tinker's Prayer (1985)

Sweet woman light, won't you come on down
Over the fields into the ground
See you carrying chill'n in your arms
Sheaves of wheat keep us from harm
Sweet mama come on to me, there's coal in the house, it's plain to see
Who you was a thinking whose it to be?
When was the time that you gave it all to me?
You may remember me, I do you
Popped from behind a stone a while back
Something tells me you've not changed at all
Something tells me we've both changed worlds
The colour of your skin, the shade of your eye
The way you tipped your hat
Nothing at all and everything
That's what it's all about
That's what it's all about

Palm to palm sat at this sunrise again
On my knees brow a sweating rain
Mercy mercy these folks all around
They don't see a Tinker thinker they see a clown
Come on down to me again
Like when I was a child I knew it then
Didn't know where I'd be
But I hoped it wouldn't be here
Pick up on the pace a bit
Got to get myself together
Lost in this sea of days
It's like swimming in lather
You don't know this agony
Like I don't know your pain
We can't use a family ticket
If we catch different trains
And I'm thinking in this place of mine
About what I've seen and done
Faces in wilderness places
Where once I saw it all began
Where once I saw it all began

Where do I stand where do I go now?
Up the road or sat where I am
Only place seems I can look for help
Is inside this head of lunatic selves
Still I'm thinking "Where are you?"
You don't know what I need but I'm sure you do
Here's for a poor suffering clown
Don't mope around, fuck right out of town
Loading up my cart of mirrors
Pots and pans, violas, zithers
Look inside, see yourself a thousand-fold
Before when our world was at war
With it's own
With it's own
With it's own fingers
Tinker's Prayer went up like a light
Gave the God's quite a fright
Tinker's Prayer went up like a light
Gave the Gods quite a fright
Gave the Gods quite a fright

Bartley Sunrise (1985)

The Stones at Bartley Sunrise are bathed in a yellow golden light
And all around the river reflects the scene that's all about
Rustling sounds and holes in banks, sudden small bright eyes
Blinking to scurry back inside
A heron slowly rises here
Flapping through the mist
As the morning light grows stronger
A starving thrush pokes it's beak into
The soft and waiting ground
And pulls out a worm

Grey and tall he stands partly obscured
By the dark line of the trees
It is he who tends the glades
Watches the trees, or dances in the breeze
He who does the work he does
And sleeps hidden in the leaves
Or chases maidens about
He clasps hold of the branch above his
Curly head of tousled mane
Swings himself above
Silently we turn away, not even knowing where to go
Is this any way to treat a friend?

The old church by the river catches fire-diamonds of early morning light
It sparkles on the weather vane and on the windows, it casts away the night
And in the day the boys will come to throw stones at the water
Or lie in the sweet smelling grass
This fine day we woke up early
Come to see the rising sun
Come to see the faerie dawn chorus
We came across the fields to stand here
See our footprints mark the way

A cat he stretches lazily on the grave of old Simon John
Uncurls a claw, some memory of his chasing dreams still curling in his eyes
Something is amiss, the cat's world does not correspond, "but do not worry"
Says the voice above.
"You and I are just like a hand in a glove, we are one another"
"What a weird night this has been" thinks the cat in his cat's mind
Quickly the subject is changed
"Must find some fish to eat,
Maybe a shrew will do.
Think I'll go look down that lane"

Friday, 23 April 2010

Spacegoats at Kentish Town Rainbow Centre late '93 or early'94.

Map of Larinia (Elven) or Eren (Dwarfish)

To see the full-size map go to

Monday, 19 April 2010

Christian Crusaders

Come ye all, come on Crusade
The Infidel has broken through
These were words of Church and State.
God Wills it
God Will's it my Son
God Wills it
Come ye all come on Crusade
God Wills it

That Saracen, that swarthy man
He has done the very worst he can
And stolen Jerusalem
For their other God
For their other God no less
For their other God
They've stolen Jerusalem
For their other God

Our God is a vengeful one
Pope made a dispensation
Penitential Warfare
Will now get you to Heaven
Will now get you to Heaven
Will get you to Heaven
Penitential Warfare
Will now get you to Heaven

No more prayer for Salvation
All you have to do is kill
Kill the sinful Infidel
And your soul is saved
And your soul is saved my son
And your soul is saved
Kill the sinful Infidel
And your soul is saved

Leave your work and families
Come and join in Righteous Might
Christian Crusaders
Marching on to War
Marching on to War my lads
Marching on to War
Christian Crusaders
Marching on to War

So they came in thousands
And made for the Levantine
Across land and sea they went
And over mountains tall
Across the land and sea they went
Over the mountains tall
Across the land and sea they went
And over the mountains tall

But things didn't go quite as they wished
The Holy Land was not given to them on a dish
With ups and downs and some new Crowns,
Crusader States, their fall of late
Saladin and those like him
They'd never seen such sophisticated soldiers like these
Who crucially were on their own territory
The stakes were up the chips were down
Slowly over two hundred years and more
The Christian was beaten out of Town

Could we draw comparisons
With modern day Afghanistans
At very least regarding
War in their sandy lands?
War in their sandy lands you say?
War in their sandy lands
At very least regarding
War in their sandy lands

Oh how can these wars be won
They run rings round everyone
It's our overstepping greed
I think we should go home
I think we should go home you know
I think we should go home
It's our overstepping greed
I think we should go home

Back then in the first Crusades
What was it most progress made?
Frederick of Germany
Three nations made for free
Three nations made for free
Three nations made for free
For ten years our German Fred
Three nations made for free

He was more the diplomat
In Palestine he drew no sword
Bethlehem and Nazareth
Jerusalem got with words
Jerusalem he got with words
Jerusalem with words
Bethlehem and Nazareth
Jerusalem got with words

There had been more friendly times
Muslim/Christian balance fine
Tolerance on either side
But all of that it changed
All of that it changed for worse
All of that it changed
Tolerance on either side
But all of that it changed

The Templars took the knowledge down
Troubadours their Father found
What is ringing in this sound
That resonates today?
That resonates today
That resonates today
What is ringing in this sound
That resonates today?

Eleanor of Aquitaine was said to have canvassed dressed up as an Amazon
If that's not 'sexing up the dossier' on the campaign trail, I don't know what is
With the Spear of Destiny, Odo saved the day
When in rotting Antioch, besieged they lay
How do men easily believe
Anything in need
When taken in by clever spin
From past to future wars to win
While others grin and rake it in
The faces change the motives range
War's exploitation is the same
Who'll come and join the Crusade?

Thursday, 1 April 2010

Tom Paine


Tom Paine was a radical writer
A revolutionary pamphleteer
He was born in Thetford England
In Seventeen Thirty Seven

He came from a family of Quakers
Their profession was courset-makers
After several years at sea
And working excise duties
He sailed to Americay

Wars of Independence as a private he did support
"These are the times that try Men's souls" he did report


Jefferson the future president
Read a pamphlet called "Common Sense"
That was written by Paine and inspired
The Declaration of Independence

Common Sense it was widely read
But it didn't go to everybody's head
John Chalmers called him "A political quack"
John Adams called it "Crapulous Mass"

Newly formed Congress made him a secretary
And he met Iraquois Indians, saw harmony and dignity


But he lost his position it is true
When to secret talks with France he did allude
Paine was sent over there to aquire a loan
Returning with silver and gold

This improved his lot to be sure
They gave him an estate, he took little more
Franklin was involved and Washington too
The money went straight into their cause

This was the only real estate that Paine ever owned
In Bordertown New Jersey he made his intermittent home


When back in London in Seventeen Eighty Seven
Paine was living a private life
Revolution once again called his name
And he went back over to France

The Bastille fell in 'Eighty Nine
But it felt very different this time
Edmund Burke wrote a critique, "Reflections
On the Revolution in France"

Many people wrote replies but Paine's they wanted burned
His shocking, eloquent and dangerous 'The Rights of Man'


It was William Blake the poet
Who tipped Tom off to head for Paris
When the State cried "Sedition" and "Libel"
This was one boat he didn't miss

Paine was tried 'in absentia'
Because the government must have felt the fear
They had agents make hate mobs and burn effigies
Just to make their feelings clear

Paine answered, "If it is libellous to promote Universal Peace
And expose the fraud of Monarchy, let 'Libeller' be written on my grave"


Even though he spoke no word of French
Thomas Paine was elected Deputy
Of the National Convention
Where he voted with the Girondists

At the trial of King Louis the Sixteenth
It was said that Thomas Paine alone
Would have it that the King was granted
Asylum in America

After all, it was the Royalists who gave silver to his Revolution
Even for the Monarchy, he saw executions were no solution


Now Robespierre and the Montagnards
Had risen up into power
As an ally of the disfavoured Girondins
Paine was arrested and banged up in some tower

Knowing he might meet the guillotine
Thomas once again took up his pen
To assault established religion
With his book 'The Age of Reason'

A chalk 4 on the door meant death in the morn
But Paine was ill, the door ajar for a breeze, the mark was missed,
Death's Angel passed him o'er


The new American Minister to France
Successfully argued the case
For Paine's American citizenship
And he was re-admitted to the Electorate

He opposed the new constitution
Of Seventeen Seventy Five
It was a Montagnard document
Which for some the vote it denied

It is said that he met Napoleon and plotted an English Invasion
Bonaparte doted on Paine, who decided he was "The Completest Charlatan"


Paine believed that now America
Had betrayed Revolutionary France
French and English politics disgusted him
He was really losing friends very fast

Back to America he went
But his popularity it was spent
People had read his Age of Reason
-Too much for their deluded religion

Paine thought that Washington had abandoned him
And accused him of private betrayal and public hypocrisy


Thomas Paine died at age Seventy Two
When it seemed his reputation was through
Only six people came to his funeral
Including Negros two

"Shunned, abhored and execrated"
So many had wanted him dead
Though his name was dirt to most
"He preserved the poise of his soul"

Paine had been unshaken, his convictions remained intact
Still a freedom soldier, he never gave the hatred back


Paine had lived the life of a Deist
He said "My mind is my own church"
He thought that private ownership
Robbed the people of the Right of their birth

He proposed emancipating slaves
And also the pension for old age
And a National Fund for everyone
Compensating for land taken away

William Cobbett exhumed his bones and took them back to England
Where in youth, the jeering mobs at Thetford stocks made concern for justice his natural opinion

chorus: chorus: chorus

The Cause of War

The cause of war I might well say, is never very far away
When communication's down and frowns are all we wear
It sneaks into the unknown ground and makes it's deals right there
It's silver tongue gets everyone involved inside a snare

The history books tell it so well, we should not need reminding
That at each turn with bridges burned, mutual hate was binding
Us into a fearful state as war was all we were finding
The black night had stol'n our sight and to our fates was blinding

I had a friend, a friend so true, we'd see any situation through
We were two lines but then one time, our nation split our lives in two
For country for creed for some stupid need, we were forced to bear emnities
Each fight against him we found it a sin and wished to return to our pleasantries

So make a prayer before the end I called to the other barrio
We cannot waste this precious time, make haste and do not tarry-o
And in that dark, we lit a spark, each from opposing sides married-o
And for an instant's link was made whilst the bullets o'er head did harry-o

And when the time came for the push I went, my head was fazing
Over we went, my mind was spent, my thoughts they stopped their racing
And in that hell of lead-shot rain, I heard my name, then stabbing pain
I fell into the mud to lay as the grenades and gunshot went blazing

And as I lay I had a dream such as like I have never seen
And saw them freely speaking lies, oh so many worm-tongues squeaking
The cause of war that we deplore is manufactured hate
I woke to wish these lies untied, but I just lay there bleeding

Now others on that stinking bridge were watching all the while in dread
For any who would come the way, cross No Man's Land by orders led
"Avaunt take Heed to this Decree", it was a Spirit speaking
A comet sped over our heads, across the sky went streaking

All soldiers stood in holy awe, they could not fire a shot no more
The Spirit spoke and it spoke strong, it spoke of that which they did long
Equanimity and family, to be free from political intrigue
And with it's voice it gave a choice, which to a man did please

Whose was this voice you may well ask? Who was this commanding Spirit?
That non-corporeal had them held, then took their lost soul and filled it?
It was the fact of all who'd died led by mendacity madness
The jaws of war could make gore no more, the claws could cause no sadness

Do you remember the Rainbow Centre?

Do you remember the London Rainbow Centre
Early 90's 420 Kentish Town Road
It was a church but we were pagan ravers
Eco-mental pixies come to save the world

Did you go to a rave there once on a full moon
Sit in a circle, paint your face or chant some Om?
Did you practice what you preach up on the One Love
Did you take it down the Tube and into Babylon?


Did you meet any of the Dongas Tribe there
Resting up from protesting Twyford or Solsbury Hill?
Where machines were cutting up the scenery
Which the D.O.T's stinking tarmac lanes now fill

Did you wear a crochet top? (like me)
Did you make a bender in the pews?
Did you pop up Hampstead Heath for a breather?
Or perhaps drop by for to pop some pills?

It was perfect anarchy at the Rainbow Centre
Activists and children doing it themselves
Shakers and makers at the Rainbow Centre
Teched-up, loved-up mainframe-wired
Environmental Elves


We would go down for a demo in the City
And end up at Cooltan in Cold Harbour Lane
Leightonstone and Wandsworth didn't want the M11
Do the London circuit, Clairmont Road and back again

Colourful information boards to give the picture
On actions of activists and what you can do
D-I-Y culture, Empowerment through Action
Autonomous groups came and met, but only one loo


The police never bothered us at the Rainbow Centre
Even though it got truly skaggy come the end
They gave the cases they could not handle to us
"Take me to the Rainbow Centre" cried one guy off his head

There was a fire one party night in the Creative Space
Fire Brigade came, we had to leave the place
En masse in dribs and drabs we headed out to Newbury
After which 'environmental damage' became a household phrase


Those days '93 through '96 there was less greenwash
After Newbury road-protest everyone knew the score
And nagging feelings hidden beneath the surface
Were manipulated by ad-men, the fucking whores

I was there at the Rainbow Centre
It was the time of my life I'll tell
You wouldn't believe what went on at the Rainbow Centre
For a time we were invincible


Though this is true

Chorus: (after each verse)

Here's a tale, I tell it true, concerning abuse of power
And unhappy lives it leaves behind, growing more each and every hour

Far oversea did Europe go, to fill the New World untainted
So took that World by force of war, before we were very much aquainted

With hypocrisy of church and state, and their lust for gold, which could not wait
Though Quaker colonies I do not implicate, the land was stripped of Man Innate

The Wars of Independence, of which in history lessons you will have heard the date
Were all on the land of a butchered race, the like of which will never be seen again

With the trade of slaves and tobacco, which take dignity from a man
From Jamestown out the modern world was made, from such bad seed began

Though Independence had it's declaration, such a high-minded concept
What came to pass wasn't quite so fine and left us with reasons for regret

The years went by and with new technologies, the world was getting smaller
From ships and guns to atomic bombs, the shadows they grow taller

And after World War number Two, many smaller wars ensued
Much the same but more, it's true, robbing poor peoples through and through

Now the many goods that the West consumes, little asking from where they issue
From chemical food to training shoes, are from countries very badly abused

And Shopping Malls in every town keep the exploitation High Street
Have sucked the very breath of life. Chrome and Glass are all we see

Such a system of production is not a ever-steady structure
The supermarkets rise, like Goliath's size, could fall hard and so be fractured

From Seattle to the City Mile, from Genoa, Prague and Copenhagen
People are smashed who raise the cry, protesting against the Institutions

And yet, beneath these Edifices of Modern Order, a song is sung that says "No more please"
People re-address the situation and cause awakefulness from this death grip dream

Tony Blair

Tony Blair look good he got the face
Got that smile and social grace
Prime Minister or Prime Suspect
Who or what does he protect?

Someone called him Bomber Blair
'Cos we're such friends to America
George W. Bush said "Let 'em roll"
And on Iraq the bombs took toll

Hey Hey Moma, something's going on around here
It's Yankee Doodle Dandy walking with Tony Blair

Spinnin' script writers they got the story
You just knew it was going to get gory
War on Iraq was a pre-emptive strike
Well have you ever heard the like?

Has anyone ever wondered in the U.K.
About this obsession with the U.S.A.
Is it healthy is it sane?
Or have we all been flushed down the drain?

Hey hey Moma something's going wrong around here
It's Yankee Doodle's poodle, A.K.A Tony Blair

Well now people do you believe
Everything that you receive?
What goes on behind closed doors
Sex it up to justify war

Where was the threat to our national security?
It was a message that lacked a certain purity
Alistair Campbell and his 40 minute scare
Not one jot of truth in there

Hey hey Moma something's going wrong around here
It's Tony's belligerent accomplice; Campbell, Alistair

Tony got ambition, he's taken it far
Likes to be seen with big Rock Stars
He don't mind if they sniff cocaine
See 'em in the papers, he's on top again

Public opinion public opinion
It's a mighty sway-able thing
Watch out all you peoples
What's the next one gonna bring?

Hey hey Moma something's going wrong around here
It's that failed rock-band manager. Presenting; Mr Tony Blair

Tony make a deal with a supermarket
He know his public don't want no more
Tony say one thing and do another
Tony do a trick with a revolving door

His wife bought a flat over in Bristol
Seems they got it on a whistle
The story broke and they got out
That was one law they couldn't flout

All you benefit frauds you better take care
But what you get is such a small share
Tax evasion is the rich man's way
Robin Hood come back today

Hey hey Moma, whose this poking 'round here?
It's our guide to moral virtue, Prime Minister Blair

As a war criminal he could be tried
But Blair tells us he never lied
He acted on what needed to be done
Didn't ya see that smoking gun?

Who pulls the strings? We know who wears the mask
If so, can they be brought to task?
Alistair and Tony are just the ones we see
What is the real identity?

Hey hey Moma, something something's in the air
Is it a bird? A plane? A lizard? Oh, it's only Tony Blair

I saw him in the paper putting down the Blues
Reds and Green-ers and in-betweeners
Will they all take us to the cleaners?

I'm singing about Tony, but would he care?
Off on a yacht with his billionaires
Lecturing all the World on peace
Will these wonders ever cease?

Hey hey Moma, something's gone wrong around here
Is that Jesus Christ our Saviour? I thought it was Tony Blair