1. Where Are They Now?

Prologue

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The Losing Game

Caught in lights in the underpass
A guy who needs no name
Lights a cigarette and thinks back...
He lost the winning game.
The Range Rover is long gone now,
The folks he bought and sold
Are transitory commodities
When investors turn their eyes on gold

Everything that happened here,
Was clear right from the start
But like a bolt from the blue,
When the sit hits the fan,
The locusts that crawl from the greenbelts
Will take all they can

Europe By Ebay

And Dave, who list his love
In the corner of a foreign field
Gave up and hit the kick start
Of his old Ebay machine,
Rode the roads of Europe
But found him home next door

Like a bolt from the blue,
Like a shot from above
When he sees her face taking the sunlight
He only feeels love

Like the tails of lost kites left,
Ensnared on the wires
They look at the beauty around them
As they fly much higher

Around the corner is a place
Where all lost souls come face to face
With what comes next and signposts to the story's end
One lost will to carry on
But one found love when all was gone
And all our hopes and fears are waiting there...

... there at the crossing of lines
Out beyond our ordinary view
We can't know the ending until we've been through
Can't find the future,
'Cos it finds you

Watershed

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And The Kids Grow Up

The night terrors flew away
And all the agony of growing pains,
A father's hand, and the lyrics to some song...
... Were not the key
Somewhere inside yourself,
All these fears came to nothing
You're the teacher now, my guide to what is out there!

We're ticking the years away
The story unfolds each day
We can't know what change will come
We're all on the run

The girl who stole the coat from C&A
Grew up in time to save me
To give me all the things that I'd elected to
Just go out and miss
For all the crimes that I'd commit
which beat her tenfold
She's a doctor now...
... I was her first case

Earnest In The Resthome

They fished him from his bathtub, three days after he had a stroke,
They sent Earnest to a resthome for other old abandoned folks,
But I bet he told stories! He'd be better that a Top Gun film!
And told them how he made that bike work, and how he made the spare parts from a tin!

We never saw it
We never saw him take his final roll
But he flew out of that resthome in a spitfire
With his hands firmly on the controls

Another Earnest On The Sorpe Dam

Up atop the only dam the squadron could not break
The guy who failed to blow it speaks on a voice that shakes
For the first time in these sixty years
He glimpses what he did...

Like a bolt from the blue,
Like a shot from above,
He talked with the folks from the valley below
--– and found love!

It's like when people find God
(That's a claim I can't boast)
You don't know what the end of the story is
Until you come close

2. Paroxetine 20mg

I'm stuck here right now in this rushing scene
Buses cars and taxis, gotta keep myself clean
The word on the street is a word that I don't know
With my lack of vocals, I'm a level below

And I call this number, I call a name,
The dialtone is all that remains
Leaving me in this empty day

Lighting up my life a bit with chocolate and pills
The dull safe glow of boredom is a cure for all ills
And I call my doctor and I see a shrink
But they don't even know what to think,
Prescribe the shit that gets me through each day

So take it easy, take it slow
Passing me by while I don't know
Deep inside I feel the tingle of the numb
Paroxetine will heal me
If only I could feel me

The city's just this alien place that I walk thgough
The traffic's going nowhere, just round and round,
The shoppers are buying nothing for their baskets,
Just mingling the umbrellas into a cloud

Days of solitude and days of action
Merge into a grey tarpaulin sky

On my bike, forgotten where I'm going,
The junctions merge and deviate at times
Lorries taking nothing as far as nowhere
Like scalextric cars grip the white lines

Paroxetine can heal me
If I could only feel me

3. Perdu Dans Paris

The square's a picture postcard
And it's just like on TV
The brasseries and sprawling pavement caf?s
Casting lumiere onto the streets of Gay Paris
And the searchlight from the great tower hits the evening
As the white buildings saut? in the oil of the setting sun....

The doorway of the Gare Du Nord is a festival
Of commuters and tourists all on their beat
The hive of cars and trams and taxis
Leaving time-lapse ribbons hanging there, all down the street
And the Sacre-Coeur lights, they stay on 'til midnight
While the ghosts of the great artists still do their rounds

As the night comes around the city settles down,
From this hotel room I've found, there's two cities in this town, and two paths to go down

There's a line of sleeping bags now, where the souvenir stands stood,
Taking the last begrudging Euros from the hands of the tourists
– for the pockets of the hoods
The station canopy's a doss house now, and every city street's a lounge
Toa thousand homeless lost souls on the late shift,
On a late night litter scrounge
Pulling pizzas from the bins on the Champs Elys?es
Forming huddled groups down by the Siene at Notre Dame

And as the city settles down, you don't wanna be around
'Cos from this hotel room I've found, theres two cities in this town,
And I'm living in one, but I could be in the other tomorrow,
Oh tomorrow!

Breathing in the morning air on the balcony some hours later
It all seems like a dream
And I wonder if those people gathered by the Metro,
Are the ones who slept beneath me
And the city and its monuments, will they reach the horizon now,
Whether Paris, or London, or Berlin, or Southend-On-Sea

4. The Company Car

Another soul dies in a tenement in England
Takes his first ride in a company car
His family will pay all their lives for this service
Dictated to them by economics and the law

oh England! My heart goes out to you tonight

Hanging around in the shopping blocks and precincts
Some kid from school is on his way home
he sees his dreams in a mobile phone shop window
And builds a microcosm of his own

oh England! My heart goes out to you tonight

Can this be real, can this be true?
Is this really all there is to life?
Is this the vision that we had in the past?
A country built from sellotape and glue?

And as the rain slants down and washes the colour from the streets
We hide in pubs and houses in front of old TVs
With the colour set to maximum in the hope that it can reach
The heart of our innermost despair

5. Everyman's Forgotten Monday

The crimes of dying nations equimedia
Hustles to raid agains the brain
With cameraman refractorous recommendations on humidity

Some forgotten back water conflict
And after it for the hunting lands
Knifes are sharper in a total blackout
(asshole) no coming back

And in the meantime somebody fucks up grammar
And in the meantime somebody fucks up vermin

The heavy strapped everyman reporter
Last in the Sunday night jungle
Makes three pages in the observer
Forgot my day

And in the meantime somebody fucks up your mom
And in the meantime somebody fucks up your mom

Some forgotten back water conflict
With no air strip for the hunting lands
Knifes are sharper when a total blackout
has rolled no coming back

And in the meantime somebody fucks up burbon
And in the meantime somebody fucks up Veimar

6. Ethanol Hat Nail (Canterbury Sequence Volume 2)

I never even thought that for a moment I could be anything more to you

Off the road I find myself running
Tunes through my head from another time
I had a place where guitars were strumming
And every note was a friend of mine
Let me find my way back there
Let me find my way back there
Let me find my way back there
Tunes through my head from another time

If we valued what we get for free
If only things meant as much in MP3

'Cos I can't believe it's true
I can't believe I was wrong
I can't believe in me
And I don't trust my own songs anymore