Run, run, run, runaway Today's a holiday Today we needn't worry About the clothes we wear No more ‘geog' on the old school bog no cracks about our hair Janitor Giles, you cannot see me Janitor Giles, it's great to be free
Hide, hide, hide, hide away Today it's truant we play Dodgy school inspectors Will not suspect we're here No more French on the old school bench No clouts behind our ears Janitor Giles, you cannot see me Janitor Giles, it's great to be free
But life is what you make it And you missed school today Good old Smithy and his pals What keeps them away
We're going round We dare not make a sound To the house of my best friend To a shed that he has found And oh you'll have to gasp As he takes out and shows to you the photograph Takes out and shows to you the photograph
What the picture shows Is awfully clear to me My friends older than I Fest their eyes so greedily But I shall run away and go upstairs and play with my model railway
What goes on at night When there is no-one else around Is the strangest part of growing up that I've yet found Though what the doe and rabbit did today at school was real It failed to answer questions about the way I feel Maybe I'm a queer?
It could be by tomorrow The answers will be found In these pages of a magazine The Vicars left around And late into the night We will wonder if the dialog was right We will wonder if the dialog was right
Wonder if my parents worry about this kind of thing Or am I artificial, has my dad lost his sting? A lovely girl lives up the road She's much older than I I'd really like to know her Give the whole theory a try To see if it is real To see just how it feels
Hush now the boy is sleeping And we don't want him to wake him until the morning He's got a hard day to take At the school that he hates And so let's leave him dreaming Until the morning sun shines through his window Let's leave him dreaming Until the morning Let's leave him dreaming
He's got a gun he really thinks he's something He don't have to run he got a sub machine gun He told his Mum he's gonna join the army Look at your son he's gonna be a man Ma He got a uniform Over the seas he's gonna fight for freedom Waving a flag he's gonna be a hero Never afraid, he's gonna conquer evil Do as he's told and make a perfect soldier He got a uniform
Watch yourself soldier boy you missed the point son Discipline soldier boy, you disappoint me You just do not, you just do not see
You're needing a skirt to hide your lack of brain boy Don't it just hurt to have to think yourself boy A clear right and wrong, there'll be no complications No need to think or write those disertations He got a uniform
Watch yourself soldier boy you missed the point son Discipline soldier boy, you disappoint me You just do not, you just do not see
Caught in a crumbling castle, who are we Torn by salvations dragon, hope lives on And so down into a time where Liberty and Freedom have no significance in the current economic crisis
The Duke of Beaufort Is not at home today He's very tired He thought he'd go away You wait for him, Your eyes are on the door You know no other way
The Duke of Beaufort Is very kind to cats Keeps them in his cellar To help him catch his rats He's very noble And his lineage is pure But you, you're a whore
The Duke of Splendour Just wasn't much amused And nor were you You knew you'd been abused If you'd had help You might have buggered up his fuse But alone, you're too confused
"He picked me up, I was on the street He made it clear he would use me My parents died, I was three years old I had to make a living" Close your eyes, close your eyes
"In a lot of ways, I'm close to him Though he may seem to ignore it I'm sure he cares, At least, I think he does It's just he's very busy" Close your eyes, close your eyes Here's today says the ‘Telegraph' It's the world, it's the world! Gone away on a phonograph Riding high, riding high
There's a way says the Cenotaph You will find, you will find Gone in search of an Epitaph Running wild, running wild
You saw them coming forward Asking you to be kind You couldn't face their council They were men full of greed In your position nothing's sacred You have only the wine
You stand alone But not alone in your loneliness And yet there must be more I can't believe that all has been in vain
And if there is it's Be sure of friendship As the hours grow long Rest assured that this phase is passing Give yourself a chance
If you don't like lying in the sun you might as well not be here What's the point of always working Shut your eyes and let the colours come And block out all the black and white And dirty grey and damp and dust And dry rot in the roof
On the beach we lit a fire A Frenchman gave us wine and whiskey Out to sea the British navy Keeps an eye on foreign shipping To keep us safe from war The hope of which is all That keeps our soldiers sleeping through the night
If you don't like lying in the sun You might as well not be here Let the sea come up and cover you You will feel a new dimension Like sleeping on a featherbed and dreaming of a world in which you do not have to work
You suffer, you cry You labour, you die Things will change, Time Will Tell Things will change, Time Will Tell
In the courtyard children play In their lives, the sun is shining through They'll all be socialists, atheists They'll all be, scientists, humanists Egalitarian, vegetarian, internationalists
They'll all be mystics, they'll all be gods They'll all be famous, they'll all be sods Things will change, Time Will Tell Things will change, Time Will Tell For what you want to be, you must try to be You will all be free
Stuck in an old Home for lonely folks Gazing from his window at the snow Where did you go so wrong? You struggled all your life To keep your children warm and safe Make the world a better World a better place
Stuck in an old Home for lonely folks Gazing from his window at the snow
Through two long wars And many years of strife What is the value of a life?
Men well oiled and functioning Is science in control? You're better off now where you are I hope you rest I hope you rest in peace
Magical Mary She looks like a fairy And waves her wand around Points at an earthman and says Hallelujah Just look at what I've found At what I've found
Magical Mary She shivers her timbers And lays you on the ground Strikes up a rhythm in fifty two tempo And says hey man your found Hey man you're found
I gotta come with you I gotta come with you Got got to, got got to I gotta come
Madrigal Mistress has seventy sisters And every one's the same They come with assistance To break your resistance And man your brained You're like to wind up maimed
I gotta come with you I gotta come with you Got got to, got got to I gotta come
Don't ask me no questions Don't ask me no questions I got to, got got to I gotta come
Always the same, I don't know how you do it Just a game, no matter how you view it Always the same You're gonna be alone, you're gonna need someone You're gonna find it hard to get yourself a man Whose gonna take your hand, or even understand Just what you're into.
Mr Brown, he thought he'd found salvation Using words to try to calm the nation What a shame He didn't have a notion how to use the lotion Gotta spread it thin to give each one a portion Gotta make it clear they're gonna get a portion So's they're happy
Always the same, you never seem to falter Make a slip, you'll have me at the altar Never mind, it doesn't matter much Because you've got the touch You've really got it made You're gonna make the grade And you can try your hand Another time around That's if you want to
If you're gonna be a mountain Let me see you thrust your snows In innocence through clouds of doubt That try to keep your reason out In these times of glaciated slaughter
If you're gonna be a legend Let it be a tale whose telling Is a state of mind that's dwelling Far beyond the words dark capture To fill the heart alone with rapture In these days of circles
If your gonna be an island I will be a sailing ship Who like a speck at total distance Looms beyond your headland breakers Till the oceans mighty plunder Bids me seek the gentler shelter Of your inland waters
Have you never seen beyond the moon? Don't you know that we will be there soon? Have you no eyes to see That you are only me and we are only Travellers upon a sea of time Trying very hard to make it rhyme
Do not look on back For the things we lack Searching for a future in old memories Looking for our destiny in histories Burn The Bridges Burn The Bridges
Those who have control Never where you are There's such a lot of wisdom That is stuck in books But it's economist and physicists Who cook the books Burn the Bridges Burn the Bridges
Trust in facts that stay That can't be washed away Like the light of day Truth will always stay Burn the Bridges Burn the Bridges
Laughter is where you are It is something that is more Wisdom is where we'll go It is something that is sure There is nothing that is pure Who am I?
And every recipe you'll ever see Will say inside A pinch of salt sir I n this age of gross deception Cynics rule They're on the surface Truth will conquer Love will surely win.
Days at ease with no telephone Uncle Moustache on the coffee machine I found a way into Jerusalem I found a way into Jerusalem
Never been religious Never been that way at all But man you look beyond the city wall I found a way into Jerusalem I found a way into Jerusalem
I walked with Juicy to the Old Bazaar Through the back streets To the Mosque of Saint Omar I found a way into Jerusalem I found a way into Jerusalem I found a way into Jerusalem
Heard a lot about the men who died Now I understand the reason why they cried I found a way into Jerusalem I found a way into Jerusalem I found a way into Jerusalem I found a way into Jerusalem
Let me take you traveling Let me take you riding along On a steam train, it’s none stop to Manchester Mighty station Victoria The grey stone is standing so tall As the old men, the railway men, locked in the past Did you see that caravan? she said as we picked up some speed Do people live there, or is it left by from the war? Yes I said softly, but the flowers are all gone His son must have moved south It seems that he is now long gone Look at that mine, so empty so bare I think it’s a closure, the new gas is cheaper by far And what of the men now that their jobs are not there I cannot say Jenny but their ghost is haunting the air
Jenny I do not feel happy at all The heart is not here, something is gone It seems as to be that the soul of the north Is floating away in the air
On the canal did you see those factories there They once made an Empire, but now people buy from elsewhere And as for the grey stone, the dark stone, the black stone Once it was strong, but now it rolls over and over
She rested her head on my shoulder and started to sleep As I gazed from the window out into the day Jenny I do not feel happy at all The heart is not here, something is gone It seems as to be that the soul of the north Is floating away in the air
In The Forest of Dean I first fell in love And she showed me more than I’ve ever seen, in the Forest of Dean In The Valley of Wye Looking up at Symond’s Yat We first noticed the sky Wondering, in the Valley of Wye
And every place I’ve ever been Harbours her memories And every face I’ve ever seen Harbours her memories
In the Hills of Breconshire We talked about our lives As we walked the aged stone Smiling, in the southern part of Wales
And every place I’ve ever been Harbours her memories And every face I’ve ever seen Harbours her memories
But it’s OK you do not have to care OK we’re really nearly there Surround yourself with flowers dear Forget about the hours dear It’s OK today
Turn again Lane, go back you, know she l-l-loved you Go back, that girl's in love with you Turn again Lane, go back you, know that you're gonna need her Go back go let her sun shine through You know that girls in love with you You know that girls in love with girls in love with, girls in love with you
Turn again lane go back you, know that you're gonna need her Go back go let her sun shine through You know that girl's in love with you You know that girls in love with girls in love with, girls in love with you
Want you to say that you'll give her all your love And so much more, and so much more Love in a way that a young man only can With so much more and so much more and so much more
Turn again lane you twit you, don't know what you missed you Sure ought to get yourself a brain Turn again lane, Turn again Lane, Turn Again lane
Knowing the way that she moves her sweater Down in the deep sea south She's the kind of girl that's got a lot to recommend her She aint no common mouth
I want you to say that you'll give her all your love And so much more and so much more Love in a way that a young man only can With so much more and so much more and so much more
Out here there's a lot that's unexplored My advice to you is go back home
"And if you are new here I must ask you sir Do you happen to carry a gun I discovered when young to trust no-one And to learn from mistakes I had made These are days of deceit and suspicion sir You must not take offence if I say That you look like a queer or a harbourer Of ladies of latter decay This part of the world is a dark one son We live by the laws we have made Though it's true we may harm in mistake sometimes We thank God for the lives we have saved We thank God for the lives we have saved So if you are new here I must ask you sir Will you kindly go back where you came I discovered when young to trust no-one And to learn from mistakes I had made And to learn from mistakes I had made"
