You can’t force a horse to drink. But you can make the bugger drown.
Lead it to the waters edge, at low tide tie it down.
If you grow fond of the beast, a beast is a beast all the same.
If it won’t bend to your will. You will make it pay.
You will make the bastard pay.
You can’t force a man to feel. What you want him to feel.
Show him anything you like, and choose what you conceal.
If he grows fond of the lie, you will have your way.
IF he refuses to comply, you will make him pay.
You will make the bastard pay.
You can’t force the world to turn. The way you want it to turn.
If you’re dissatisfied, well some men like to watch it burn.
If this is the outcome you seek, the justice that you crave.
Mercy is only for the week, and you will make them pay.
You will make the bastards pay.
Come little rabbit and rest.
Take the weight off of your legs.
You’ll come to no harm, no cause for alarm.
Come little Rabbit and rest.
The rabbit grew tired of flight. He’d run through the forest all night.
Till a kindly old crone, at the door of her home.
Offered the rabbit respite.
She said
Come little rabbit and rest.
Take the weight off of your legs.
You’ll come to no harm, no cause for alarm.
Come little Rabbit and rest.
The rabbit could hardly refuse, the crones kindly offer of food.
His hunger was quelled his doubts were dispelled.
He never suspected a ruse.
She said
Come little rabbit and rest.
Take the weight off of your legs.
You’ll come to no harm, no cause for alarm.
Come little Rabbit and rest.
The crone was preparing a feast. With such an assortment of treats.
But the best in her view, was fresh rabbit stew.
The rabbit won’t wake from his sleep.
She said
Come little rabbit and rest.
Take the weight off of your legs.
You’ll come to no harm, no cause for alarm.
Come little rabbit and rest.
Come little rabbit and rest.
Come little rabbit and rest.
The boy sat on the shoreline, a shovel in his hand.
With the simple aim of digging down, as deep as he can.
And the tide was coming closer, threatening to wash his work away.
And mother’s in the garden hanging clothes on the line.
And in her haste she didn’t note the colour of the sky.
And the clouds were coming closer, threatening to wash her work away.
Speak of Water, and the water comes.
Speak of Water and the water comes.
The farmer watched the clouds, growing anxious for the rain.
To feed her thirsty crops and breathe some life into the grain.
And the ground was quickly sodden, threatening to wash her work away.
And the sailor on the ship watched as the waves grew in height.
And tossed his sorry vessel to the left and to the right.
And the clouds were growing hungry, threatening to wash the ship away.
Speak of Water, and the water comes.
Speak of Water and the water comes.
And I will hold my breath. Until the water’s clear. Until there’s nothing left.
And I am still right here. I am still right here.
The village kept a watch, as the river burst its bank.
And rushed towards the town. They watched as it sank.
And still the rivers coming, threatening to wash the town away.
And Noah watched in horror as the floods began to rise.
The faces of the people he was forced to leave behind.
Still the rain was coming, threatening to wash the world away
Speak of Water, and the water comes.
Speak of Water and the water comes.
Speak of Water, and the water comes.
Speak of Water and the water comes.
There's no need for heavy words, or for heavy hearts.
To break the moment, or to tear apart.
The silence and the stillness that has found its way in.
Hanging in the air, slowly settling.
So feel my breath upon your skin, and I'll feel yours on mine.
We will breathe each other in, one breath at a time.
The curtains try to block the sun, but they cannot succeed.
It creeps through the cracks, and dances on the sheets.
And we both know that we should start the morning routine.
But we don't want to move, we don't want to leave.
So feel my breath upon your skin, and I'll feel yours on mine.
We will breathe each other in, one breath at a time.
Feel my breath upon your skin, and I'll feel yours on mine.
We will breathe each other in, one breath at a time.
Tell me what you're thinking, tell me what you want.
I can't read the signals, I can't read the signs.
I can't read the signals, I can't read your mind.
But I try to make sense of you. But I just get more and more confused.
But I didn't wanna lose you. But I don't wanna stay.
If I'm not needed tell me I'll just go away.
Tell me what you're thinking. Let me know your thoughts.
You don't have to answer, but I'll assume the worse.
You don't have to answer, just know that it hurts.
When you play these games with my heart. Please don't keep me here in the dark.
But I didn't wanna lose you. But I don't wanna stay.
If I'm not needed tell me I'll just go away.
But I didn't wanna lose you. But I don't wanna stay.
If I'm not needed tell me I'll just go away.
You must know what you're doing. You must know that it's wrong.
Uncertainty is an awful place to be and you'e left me here too long.
But I didn't wanna lose you. But I don't wanna stay.
If I'm not needed tell me I'll just go away.
But I didn't wanna lose you. But I don't wanna stay.
If I'm not needed tell me I'll just go away.
Well I’m 26 living in a house-share and that’s not changing soon
I can’t afford a mortgage so I’m renting a room
and the rent is going up again like it does every year
my pay is capped at 1% so baby I’m still here
Well thank you Thatcher and thank you Blair
for showing this generation that you care
about the votes those older votes.
those home owning middle england votes
Well I went to university got myself a degree
but that don’t seem to count for much in this economy
4 years of experience to get a junior role
it’s not enough to sell your time they also want you soul
So thank you Thatcher and thank you Blair
for shoving this generation down the stairs
you got the votes those older votes
those home owning middle england votes
Well my landlord’s selling up and my choice is limited
I could rent a cupboard for 600 odd quid
we know we need to build more homes but that gets pretty hard
with everyone in England screaming not in my back-yard
So fuck you Thatcher and fuck you Blair
you threw this generation down the stairs
you got the votes those older votes
those home owning middle aged self entitled overpaid
those bemoaning middle England votes
Monsters walk among us and they take the form of lawyers
bad managers and other corporate shells
of course I don’t blame everyone
we all become what we become
but some of them can sod off back to hell
Now I’m just waiting trading all my blood for gold
I’m just waiting trading blood for gold
They tell us there’s no money left
and hands on heart they’ve done their best
looks like we’re working for a wage
small enough to keep us dumb but large enough so that we succumb
accepting that this has to be the way
Now I’m just waiting trading all my blood for gold
I’m just waiting trading blood for gold
So welcome friend to the machine
burning people for the steam
pretty little cogs all in a line
number 28401 you’ll become what you’ll become
pretty little cogs just given time
Now I’m just waiting trading all my blood for gold
I’m just waiting trading blood for gold
so don’t grow up for it’s a trap
and there is no going back
I’m starting to see just what they meant
buy my life but for a price
every 60 minute slice
is this really how life should be spent?
Now I’m just waiting trading all my blood for gold
I’m just waiting trading blood for gold
I try my best to see the best in people
despite our uncountable flaws
but one thing I hold in high regards
is our compulsion to explore
I met a girl and she felt different
well some people think differently
where I see the progress of man
she sees man’s vanity
She said that holidays on Mars are
of insignificance when
the people here on earth they
don’t have what they need
I believe that we have a place among the stars so
I’ll have to politely disagree
I’ll have to politely disagree
To be fair I can see her point
we have so many problems here to solve
but I don’t see how seeking out the new
necessitates abandoning the old
we just need to have some ambition
some goals in which we can believe
we have a wealth of people with a vision
who knows what they can achieve
She said that holidays on Mars are
of insignificance when
the people here on earth they
don’t have what they need
I believe that we have a place among the stars so
I’ll have to politely disagree
I’ll have to politely
She said that holidays on Mars are
of insignificance when
the people here on earth they
don’t have what they need
I believe that we have a place among the stars so
I’ll have to politely disagree
I’ll have to politely disagree
I’ll have to politely disagree
I’ll have to politely disagree
What will you say when the rains they stop
and the rivers all run dry?
What will you say when the livestock drop
and the crops begin to die?
How will you react when the hunger comes?
Will you still defend what we have done?
How you will heave when the air that you breathe
is heavy with the soot
How you will fry when the sun in the sky
makes your skin start to cook
How will you react when the sky comes down?
Will you learn to swim before you drown?
What will you say when the money you’ve made
loses all its worth?
What will you say will you stand by the claim
that money spins the earth?
How will you react when the markets fail?
Will it still be worth the easy sale?
I know I’m just as guilty
as everybody else
but I am just one man
I can’t do it by myself
and I don’t have all the answers
I have no master plan
but I know we must do something
as long as we still can
we’ve run out of excuses
the facts are all laid bare
still we tried to ignore them
and still they are there
and I don’t mean to bore you
but there is so much more
that I have got tell you
Hello, my name’s Al Gore
I will chase the embers
you left in your wake
I will trace your path before
the trails dissipates
past wild beasts and bandits
forest mountain frost
I’m the man who knows no fear
and I am never lost
For I’m your humble messenger
be sure to leave a tip
when I bring you your letter
I’ve been looking for you
I’ve been looking for you
I’ve been looking for you
I’ve been looking for you
I’ll bear correspondence
summonings and news
you can place you trust in me
and the swiftness of my shoes
and if i’m to bear witness
to joy or suffering
I will take pride in my work
for the messages I bring
For I’m your noble courier
be sure to leave a tip
when I bring you your letter
I’ve been looking for you
I’ve been looking for you
I’ve been looking for you
I’ve been looking for you
I’ve been looking for you
I’ve been looking for you
I’ve been looking for you
I’ve been looking for you
Close the deal
put the pen to paper
don’t let your conscience stay your hand
and if it does
here’s what they don’t tell you
noone dies an honest man
So down down down to Mexico
down from Tennessee
where the outlaws flee
when they can’t take the heat
that is where I’m bound to be
Got the cash
and the penthouse apartment
I’m a man of luxury
I have conned
and swindled all you suckers
you almost made it too easy
So down down down to Mexico
down from Tennessee
where the outlaws flee
when they can’t take the heat
that is where I’m bound to be
I forgot
just one minor detail
there’s a hole in the accounts
and I’ve been caught
took too many chances
this time I’ve been figured out
So down down down to Mexico
down from Tennessee
where the outlaws flee
when they can’t take the heat
that is where I’m bound to be
Today is the day that it stops
today is the day that I take the plot
and I twist it to fit
what I want from it
and I will set my own limits
I will force my way
today’s the day.
Oh Oh Oh
Today is the day that it starts
today is the day that I go to far
feet squarely in place
shoulders set to brace
whatever impacts I may face
I will force my way
today’s the day
Oh Oh Oh
and I’ve been taught
so many times but this time I won’t forget
and I’ve been taught
so many times to give as good as I get
Oh Oh Oh
The encounter was brief
in a way a relief
we met in the entrance of a cheap clothing store
that I’m pushing far too old for
that I realised when the colour rushed to my cheeks
her eyes betrayed a surprise
an anxiety shared in mine or so I imagine
and I imagine that if we had more than three feet of warning
we wouldn’t be mourning the loss of our cool
That’s all it was
unexpected
like finding a pigeon in your living room
it seems much bigger to you than it actually is
and that’s all it is
it just shouldn’t be there
and you shouldn’t be there
and I shouldn’t be here
You cut your hair you dyed it blue
and I’m loving your new outfit
you’re doing well well I am too
we got past all of the bullshit
The last time we spoke you were getting so upset
I know it wasn’t over me
I’m glad you found what it is you’re looking for
whatever it is you need
You stop to chat so I chat with you
you ask me if I’m keeping busy
It’s slightly awkward is it awkward for you
because it certainly is for me
I’m glad that the animosity you had is gone
you know I never felt the same
and I won’t lie but you didn’t like the truth
so what was I to say?
What was I to say?
The time since we last spoken
is greater than the time that we ever knew each other anyway
I didn’t like the way we parted but
we parted that is that
I can’t the feeling that
this’ll be the last time that we meet
that’s fine by me
that’s fine by me because
I wish you well and all the best
and I mean that most sincerely
I think you’re awesome nothing less
and I’m so glad you’re finally happy
I’m so glad you’re finally happy
I’m so glad you’re finally happy
A hand is growing thick a hand is glowing red
from tightening its grip and trying not to let
go of what is lost and cannot be regained
accepting that it’s gone and left a pretty stain
And It’s stupid it’s dumb it’s nigh impossible
it’s stupid it’s dumb but it works.
This method cannot last pretend that it will
a bucket for a heart a bucket bound to spill
watch it overflow watch it wash away
the dirt along the road the dirt you beg to stay
And It’s stupid it’s dumb it’s nigh impossible
it’s stupid it’s dumb but it works.
It’s stupid it’s dumb it’s nigh impossible
it’s stupid it’s dumb but it works.
Oh how it works
It works
The harder that you squeeze the harder to let go
the harder to release the harder to grow
repeat the words out loud until they lose their sting
until they found their ground until they burrow in
It’s stupid it’s dumb it’s nigh impossible
it’s stupid it’s dumb but it works
My mother drinks too much
my brother drinks too much
they know they drink too much
but not as much as each other
By the time that she was my age my mother had three kids
little Robert George and James
Years later she left with one of my dads friends
and I try not to remember those days
but I clearly recall her getting out the car
carrying a case of beer
it was hard on us but I’m pretty sure it was
just as hard on her
‘cause now she drinks too much
my mother drinks too much
she knows she drinks too much
but not as much as my brother
My brother’s got a shoulder and he’s covered it in chips
there are scars he won’t let fade
those shoulders are strong though something’s clearly wrong
he still has them bear his weight
he’s never had it easy and he’s always had to work
but a man is not a mule
and his chosen remedy for self-sufficiency
is eighty percent proof fuel
And now he drinks too much
my brother drinks too much
he knows he drinks too much
but not as much as our mother
We’ve had our heart to hearts depression hits us hard
I guess it’s a family trait
but I’m concerned about the way that they can behave
when they self-medicate
now I hardly ever see them and it kinda breaks my heart
but sometimes I think it’s for the best
because every time we do we end up on the booze
and I don’t think I can deal with the mess
My mother drinks too much
my brother drinks too much
they know they drink too much
but not as much as each other
My mother drinks too much
my brother drinks too much
they know they drink too much
but not as much as each other
There are fires that are tearing through the streets
through houses made of wood
exuberant town planners on the edges of their seats
redesign the neighborhood
fighting over the main boulevard
and how it would look best on a postcard
The smoldering homes and charred cobblestones
make a mockery of man
the priest with a grin says it’s punishment for sin
or part of his masters plan
Incompetent authorities have opened up the damn
declaring the problem solved
as amateur balloonists are doing what they can
plucking people from the cold
picnic baskets hanging in the sky
soaked passengers hanging out to dry
the waterlogged homes and drenched cobblestones
make a mockery of man
the priest with a grin says it’s punishment for sin
or part of his masters plan
The dissipating water leaves behind the gift of fruit
the town prepares a feast
and annually commemorates the sweetness of the loot
with the burning of a priest
maidens dressed as figs apples and pears
singing songs and dancing through the squares
The decorated homes enduring cobblestones
make a monument to man
the priest with a cry bloody murder to the sky
laments his masters plan
a monument to man
If this is war and it looks like it is
does it have to be as bloody as it first appears
an arms race with the canines bare
rising adrenaline tempers flare
there is no more room for caution here
and something tells me heads are going to roll
and someone pretty soon will lose control
and somehow make the blood run cold
There’s bound to be a casualty
someone that you did not intend to be
there’s bound to be collateral hits
eyes on a target easily missed
someone behind that you did not see
and something tells me heads are going to roll
and someone pretty soon will lose control
and somehow make the blood run cold
and I just can’t stand the yelling
and I just can’t stand that there’s no way of telling
what the fallout’s going to be
a mushroom cloud of hypocrisy
but I know it will stay
and some will always remain
there will always be a part
clinging to a heart
a dull occasional pain
And if this is war and it bloody well is
then I will do my very best to disappear
and hide away till the battle is down
stand in the ruins of reason
there is no more room for fighting here
and something tells me heads are going to roll
and someone pretty soon will lose control
and somehow make the blood run cold
There’s no need for heavy words
or for heavy hearts
to break the moment
or to tear apart
the silence and the stillness that
has found its way in
hanging in the air
slowly settling
So feel my breath upon on your skin
and I’ll feel yours on mine
we will breathe each other in
one breath at a time
The curtains try to block the sun
but they cannot succeed
it creeps through the cracks
and dances on the sheets
and we both know that we should start
the morning routine
but we don’t want to move
we don’t want to leave
So feel my breath upon on your skin
and I’ll feel yours on mine
we will breathe each other in
one breath at a time
Feel my breath upon on your skin
and I’ll feel yours on mine
we will breathe each other in
one breath at a time
You’ve nothing to hide, you’ve nothing to fear
You’ve nothing to hide, you’ve nothing to fear
We’re going to put these cameras on your street
so we can tell exactly where you’ve been
we need to keep you safe and secure
we promise that is all we’ll use them for
You’ve nothing to hide, you’ve nothing to fear
You’ve nothing to hide, you’ve nothing to fear
We’re going to need your browsing history
so we can tell which websites you have seen
there’s perverts out there talking to your kids
and don’t you dare forget the terrorists
we need it all it has to be this way
if you want us to keep your family safe
We’re going to scan your eyes and fingertips
in case you try to give us the slip
in case you’re not who you would claim to be
there’s people trying to steal identities
You’ve nothing to hide, you’ve nothing to fear
You’ve nothing to hide, you’ve nothing to fear
We’re going to put this chip under your skin
so we can tell what you have been thinking
there’s people who have dangerous ideas
you’ve nothing to hide, you’ve nothing to fear
Darling I don’t need you
to tear my soul from my skin
and darling I don’t need you
and I don’t need a thing
I’m not sure what this is
but i’ve got a working hypothesis
based on the way you stare
and the tension in the air
and some point soon that tension’s bound to snap
and afterwards there’ll be no going back
Oh oh
Well sometimes you just need a kick
sometimes a carrot sometimes a stick
and sometimes you just need a shove
to make the jump
and sometimes your desires are up for grabs
if you can persuade yourself to react
Darling I don’t need you
to tear my soul from my skin
and darling I don’t need you
and I don’t need a thing
I don’t need a thing
I don’t need a thing
Oh oh
Well that didn’t go as planned
and I won’t pretend that I understand
it was you who made the move
I’m so confused
in fairness you were always hard to gauge
I thought that we were on the same page
Darling I don’t need you
to tear my soul from my skin
and darling I don’t need you
and I don’t need a thing
I don’t need a thing
I don’t need a thing
And I’ll admit I’m disappointed
That don’t mean that I regret
The fun we had and though I’ll miss you
I still have some self-respect
And darling I don’t need you
To tear my soul from my skin
And darling I don’t need you
And I don’t need a thing
I don’t need a thing
I don’t need a thing
Oh no. Oh no.
I felt the cold air
condensation on my face
I felt the outline of my space
and there was silence
I heard the rhythm of my heart
and every beat was deep and sharp
With my back to the dawn
watched as the shadows warm
and the sun and my spirits rise
in orange light
Overlooked the houses
in every one a home
I never felt more alone
I tried to hide in
the smoke pouring from my mouth
thought it would protect me somehow
With my back to the view
watched as the shadows grew
and the sun and my spirits die
in orange light
and I felt them
photons dancing on my skin
at last at one with everything