Zeitgeist
Obsah:
  1. Hope St.
  2. The Fear
  3. Exodus
  4. Maid of the River
  5. Saturday to Sunday
  6. 4 am
  7. Forgotten Ground
  8. Fantasy
  9. PC Keen
  10. Just the One
  11. Havent't Made it Yet
  12. Leave this Town
  13. Men-An-Tol

Hope St.

There's a young boy in the queue
Not much else for him to do
He's had a drink, he's had a few
Down the pub on Hope Street

Dear old lady you're looking thin
Got a shopping bag with your life in
Your old man's going through the bins
So it goes on Hope Street

There's a fight right down the street
The betting shop has got him beat
Blew his money for the week
on a horse called Hope Street

No old faces out today
Someone took them all away
Cleaning up or so they say
The dirty face of Hope Street

Everyday I look at you
Dressed up in your ties of blue
Saying there's not much you can do
To help the kids on Hope Street

They don't seem to even care
That it was you that put them there
You seem to think they like it there
Hanging out on Hope Street


The Fear

Do you wake up every day
In a world that seems crazy
A world you love to hate
Are you scared or do you feel pretty safe
Do you think you have nothing
Or do you think you've got it made

You know it feels like you're going insane
I've done everything you told me
To take away the pain
Then you change my medication again
It's getting harder to tell
Just who or what's insane

Do your nightmares tear you apart
Do you wake up screaming
Shouting in the dark
The deamons keep you awake
Does the clock tick more slowly
With every breath you take

Does each day seem like the rest
You turn on the morning
Coz turning offs the best
Do think that it will never change
Or does mass self delussion
medal with your brain

You see I think I know it all
I think I know the way
You've given me the power
By making me insane


Exodus

It's simple cos it is the people
Fighting for and claiming what remains
Dreaming this is not dreaming
This is the exodus from the game

Dance beneath the stars
We the sound system
We the collective
With an open heart
We the solution
Should be respected

At midnight the pharises plant the poison
False evidence to bring all back in line
It's no method just dealing out by justice
When no-one here's committed any crime

We'll turn the dust to soil
Turn the rust of hate back into passion
It's not water into wine but it's here
And it's happening
Massive but passive
To bring the peace back

Respect here for all the people
Good copper jah lawyer all good minds
Can see there is no evil
The only wrong is fighting changing times


Maid of the River

She's the maid of the river
So beautiful plain
As fresh as the country
That gave her her name
As crips as the snow
And as swift as the rain
She shone like the sun
Before all of our games
She shone like a jewel
But her price was not gold
She cired more than most
When her story was told
But her people were evil
Left her baron and cold
And her heart went to market
Where her body was sold

I said : 'Hey, hey won't you take me away
Cos I can't see the point
In the dawn of the day
So many killers gonna take you away
They'll leave nothing left except hatred'

She's the goddess of love
The goddess in green
The goddess of all
That I've ever seen
The goddess of hope
The goddess in brown
The goddess of all
That you've burned to the ground

There's all kind of hatred
Flows out of man's hands
There's the hatred that strangles
The throat of a man
But the worst of all hatred
Is that which is planned
Against what we have
In this goddess of land


Saturday to Sunday

Saturday to sunday's waste
Then monday's soon around
It's always time to leave
The nightlife first
And catch the last bus out of town
And the sentiment of the last song that I heard
Stays with me as if I'd written every word

I thought I saw an open door
With a bright light shining through
But what it was I don't recall
But I think you've seen it yoo
And there are the days and the ways I've known
Dreaming that this bird has flown

And if you burnt your fingers in the fire
Remember me and my desire

It might be easier this way
If you're trying to change the world

I saw a film just made for me
Said you've got to walk the line
The day will come when I feed the flames
I'm just biding my time
These are the days and the ways I've known
Dreaming that this bird has flown


4 am

It's 4 o'clock in the morning
We're still putting the world to rights
The whiskeys started talking
There's a fire in your eyes
Conspiracy lies heavy
In every word you breath
Contencious bones - widely known
Watering the seeds

Be sure to send a postcard
When you get there let me know
You know that I won't stop you when you go

It's 5 o'clock in the morning
And you're glad to be alive
The booze has finished working
The world is on your side
It's clear to see the tirany
Was al some kind of plot
You secretly confide in me
Where's there's brass there's muck

Be sure to send a postcard
When you get there let me know
You know that I won't stop you when you go
Be sure to send a postcard
When you get there let me know
I hope that you can make it on your own

It's 6 o'clock in the morning
There's nowhere left to hide
Now we've seen the dawning
All that's left is our goodbyes
It's hard to see the sanity
In what we call our lives
Sometimes it seems that you just need
To follow what's inside


Forgotten Ground

Come onto me, it's easy for a long life
Don't be denied forever under the night
Come along
To be this free
Is what you want to

Breaking the line forever under the sun
It will be done together for each to be one
Come along
To be is easy
Taking the stars

Across the road at the end of this place
It's not far and anyone can go there
It's waste ground
There's no name on this place
But it always has and always will be there

There's no fence, no walls, no fools
Just the summer sun
And what you choose
But was it only yesterday
Tomorrow came
And handed you the tools
To burn it down
Your forgotten ground

The golden bough with a rope
Lies there for you to climb
Higher and higher
But by this rope you can hang
If you've forgotten why it was
You came there
And you burn it down
Your forgotten ground

When you are old and see this
Know this is cold
That when the sun rises
Tall shadows will hold
The ground you loved
To you is broken
Taken from you

And I carve my name
And then you wrote yours
The black smoke
Will rise up to cover the stars
Nothing said to be forever
Except for the night
That will come
When we burn you down


Fantasy

He thought he was as drunk as can be
New white skinny rebel was he
Because he knew what mattered
It's all in a clatter of the bands he's seen
His words of wisdom would shock
Whether he meant them or not
He'd save the world
All the boys and the girls
But another single's all he'd be

That's sad
That's right
Another night
Of someone else's fantasy

He thought he was cool with his tunes
He practised the knack in his room
And in the evening he'd DJ
With the slider at eight plus
Believing that at his feet we swoom
Now he's always there in the queue
While down on the dance floor it's you
And when he starts playing
He's up there playing
You don't notice that they're not his tunes

He thought he could measure the world
Because he loved the flag when unfurled
First he's a lawyer, excellent debator
You should have heard the mud he hurled
Now you've seen his face on TV
Leading parliamentary
When he makes decisions
That meet your derision
He reminds us all that we're free


PC Keen

There's nothing new
In this sad story
The slaughter of innocence
Without glory
At the foot of your hill
Without warning
The centre of operations
They attack in the morning

Now you can lie
Like a lame before them
You can dance in the dawn
You can even ignore them
But with your skin on file
There's no escape
P.C. Keen's got the snap shots
And he knows your face

And the press will declare
That you're all mad and insane
And you'll be accused
Of not playing the game

You'll stand in the court
And declare your bravery
For fighting all this
That brings us all slavery
But they won't even see you
They won't even hear you
Because you are the truth
So nothing can save you

And the southern intelligence unit will say:
'Thanks to you P.C. Keen
You've saved the day'


Just the One

Do you fancy a drink
Just the one
To clear your head
We won't be long
It's a beautiful day
To waste away
There's plenty of time
For another one

Make mine a short
I'm getting there
But where there is
I couldn't care
There must be something
I haven't tried
Perhaps that bottle before my eyes

Through the haze
The sun goes down
It's getting late
Let's hit the town
Call some friends
To paint it red
Feed the animal
In your head

They throw you out
You hit the night
Go to a club
You feel alright
You get a pill
Take just half
Then take the rest of it
For a laugh

The rest is blank
And that's the worst
An empty head
For an empty purse
You had a laugh
Or so you think
But in the morning
You just stink

So you fancy a drink
It's just the one
To clear your head
We won't be long


Haen't Made it Yet

You know when the sky is blue
And the wind cuts right through
The sun shines on you alone
Every step you take you nearer home

And I love the river
That carries us on
In one direction
Bringing me nearer, nearer home

The sky turns grey
And the river runs high
Running faster
Passes you by
Ghosts of life
Are following you
With a bit of luck
You can make it through

I thought I heard you sigh
When you thought that you were there
But the world turns for you alone
Every step takes you nearer home


Leave this Town

Wasting time at nowhere very special
Seems almost a part of it these days
I know every crack along the pavement
I remember what you said in '88

You said:
'It's time to leave this town
The world keeps turning 'round
The only thing that keeps me here is you'

I'm drinking in the same bar where I met you
Without you it wouldn't be the same
We talk for hours and hours 'bout different places
You said that you would see them all some day

You were always so good with words
The tales you told we've heard
The thing you said to me that day
Will never fade in memory
Time is unforgiving
You know that I won't make it without you

No matter just what window you look out of
The view just never ever seems to change
And I swear that we ain't getting any younger
But we'll chase all of our dreams all the same
Just another lonely winter's day ...


Men-An-Tol

So I find my self among
The brave Southsestern hills
Running like a madman on the moor
Let the sweet Atlantic rain
Wash away my youth
The Men-An-Tol shone strangely in the storm

I get the strangest feeling
In the air around
It's more than just a feeling
A different way of seeing
A different kind of life
Something I believe in

But in amongst the city lights
The feeling's not so clean
Faceless signs and neon lights
Hide what I hold dear
It's there to find if you have the mind
And you don't live in fear of it

I rest among what still remains
Of lifes thar passed before
Lighting strikes the top of Zennor Tor
I find myself amazed again
At man's pathetic score
Years of knowledge wasted and ignored


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