Modern English Someone’s Calling

Turning ’round as if in flight

I sense your breath cut like a knife

A thousand shadows all in pain

What they (feel/fear[?]) must be the same

The tension’s mounting (mounted[?]) with the tide

I see the heat rise to the sky

I search the faces for a clue

A thousand hate(s), some laughter too

The flames were dancing as the people shouted

The streets they were alive as the stage was mounted

A thousand cries of jubilation

From the throes of this great people’s nation

And as our bridges burned to dust

A useless theme was quite enough

I felt as you, one with the night

Someone’s calling in the night

I start to think, I start to cry

The choice is always mine

But I’m too scared to dance (judge?)

But I’m too scared to dance (judge?)

But I’m too scared to dance (judge?)

But I’m too scared to dance (judge?)

Turning ’round as if in flight

I sense your breath cut like a knife

A thousand shadows all in pain

What they (feel/fear[?]) must be the same

Someone’s calling in the night

Someone’s calling in the night

Someone’s calling in the night

Someone’s calling in the night

Modern English A Viable Commercial

Da da die – chop chop

Da da die – chop chop

Da da die – chop chop

Da da die – chop chop

Da da die – chop chop

Da da die – chop chop

Da da die – chop chop

Da da die – chop chop

Da da die – chop chop

Da da die – chop chop

Da da die – chop chop

Da da die – chop chop

Da da die – chop chop

Da da die – chop chop

A cafe in Paris

A cafe in Paris – sitting comfortably

Raise the blind, my eyes are wondering

Focus form of fighting slowly

Move [?] a big smile

The [?]

A cafe in Paris, sitting comfortably

A cafe in Paris, sitting comfortably

A cafe in Paris, sitting comfortably

A cafe in Paris, sitting comfortably

A cafe in Paris, sitting comfortably

A cafe in Paris, sitting comfortably

A cafe in Paris, sitting comfortably

A viable commercial

A viable commercial

A viable commercial

A viable commercial

A viable commercial

A viable commercial

A viable commercial

A viable commercial

Da da die – chop chop

Modern English Machines

Old machinery’s broken down

There’s no new past there’s no new sound

What would you do if they crumbled to the ground

Wake up you must be dreaming

Changes in our lives

We’ll make it in the end

Machinery’s broken in two

What are we to do?

Where were you when the day caved in

It seems the streets were the place to be

Something quite disturbing filled the air

Wake up you must be dreaming (what an uneasy feeling)

Machine fell down and smashed the ground

People cried for miles around

Well that’s what someone said

Wake up you must be dreaming (a quite uneasy feeling)

What are we to do?

Modern English Elastic

I will push you

Then I’ll pull you

If I twist you then

I’ll turn you

When you stretch me

Reinvent me

Upside down

And inside out

Like Elastic

We’re expanding

It’s never ending

It can hurt you

You could kill me

Is it inside

Could it be

I will push in

You will break me

Like elastic

Modern English Ink And Paper

Well there it is in black and white

No need to read between the lines

You made it clear to the letter

You’re breaking off the chains that bind

I want to tell you but I’m drawing a blank

Ink and Paper –

were quite enough to make it clear

Ink and Paper –

and the words keep ringing in my ears

Ink and Paper –

a broken heart in black and white

So many miles separate us

And they’ve come between us in the end

Once upon a time you said forever

But this is now and that was then

I want to tell you but I’m drawing a blank

Ink and Paper –

can’t seem to put it down tonight

Ink and Paper –

can’t find the words to write

Ink and Paper –

how can I make them change your mind

I want to tell you but I’m drawing a blank

Ink and Paper –

not quite enough to make it clear

Ink and Paper –

and her words keep ringing in my ears

Ink and Paper –

a broken heart in black and white

Modern English That’s Right

(I really screwed these up….sorry rob…)

Have the past

The past is long ago

You know you want to go

It’s time to leave

That’s right

I won’t give you

No time

No tomorrow

And if you want to see

Even if you wanted to

I would ask you

I’d want to know it’s true

That’s right, I won’t give you no time no tomorrow

That’s right, I won’t give you no time no tomorrow

Modern English The Token Man

What do you feel when you see

The token man in passing crowds?

A rush of thought and imagery

Do you turn your eyes away?

Does it leave you all full of options

Or is there nothing to think about?

Another lost man to join the millions

Fill him up, he will respond

Fill him up, he will respond

Fill him up, he will respond

Cuts him down

Catch the clown

Catch the clown

Drag him down

Dragged him down

Who is he to want to think?

Who is he to want to want?

He’s no sensation

He must be wrong

Drag him down

No place to think, no time to act

You can [?]

You can [?]

Fill him up, he will respond

What do you feel when you see

The token man in passing crowds?

A rush of thought and imagery?

Do you turn your eyes away?

Modern English Let’s All Dream

Let’s all dream,

Of a crazy scene,

Where the whole world’s smiling,

And it’s painted green,

The air is cleaner than you’ve ever seen,

And it’s good to be alive.

[Chorus:]

Inside your mind is a beautiful place,

Let’s all dream [x2]

Let’s all dream,

That art is king,

A sense of humour is the next best thing,

Life is larger than everything,

And there’s poetry within.

[Chorus]

Inside your mind.

Get back to being human [x2]

Inside your mind is a beautiful place,

Let’s all dream [x2]

Get back to being human [x2]

Inside your mind is a beautiful place [x2]

Modern English Ricochet Days

Come on down with me

I’ll show you sights you’ve never seen

The end is near for you and for me

Come inside and feel

There’s so much here and something tells me it’s for real

Hiding behind the walls and windows

Keeping away from the questions on your tongue

In a room in a house in a dream

No one’s too sure whose dream it is we’re living in

If it’s real, that’s a brand new deal

Ricochet days welcome to reality

Radio holds your confidences

You’re never quite on your own

A secret kept in silhouettes

Something eats you deep inside

In a room in a house in a dream

No one’s too sure whose dream it is we’re living in

If it’s real, that’s a brand new deal

Ricochet days welcome to reality

The walls move in and cramp your comforts

Windows aren’t for looking through

Someone calls your name but your name was a stranger to you

It doesn’t matter doesn’t matter

Take me by the hand this is all I can offer you

Modern English After The Snow

The rhythm of the rain gives an off beat on the window pane

Like an angel crying from the sky

I can see its beauty after the snow

I can see its beauty after the snow

The temperature’s dropping rapidly

Normal service will shortly be resumed

I can see its beauty after the snow

I can see its beauty after the snow

After the snow

I stood and watched the dark sky rise

With glaring sunlight in my eyes

I thought of all the times gone by

And laughed aloud at the crimson sky

After the snow

After the snow

After the snow

After the snow

After the snow there’s something born

After the snow there’s something born

After the snow there’s something born

After the snow there’s something born

After the snow

After the snow

The rhythm of the rain gives an offbeat on the window pane

Like an angel crying from the sky

I can see its beauty after the snow

I can see its beauty