Bill MacCormick

David's on piano, and I may play on a drum
And we'll try to make the music work, we'll try to have some fun
But I just can't help thinking that if you were here with me
I'd get all my thoughts in focus and play more excitingly

I love you still, Caroline
I want you still, Caroline
I need you still, Caroline

If you call this sentimental crap you'll make me mad
'Cause you know that I would not sing about some passing fad
And if my attempts at rhyming aren't convincing to your ear
Then memories betray you through the passing of the year

I love you still, Caroline
I want you still, Caroline
I need you still, Caroline

You must think it doubtful that I mean the words I sing
Or that all attempts to reach you this way could not mean a thing
But you must admit we both thought we'd be man and wife
And that I could make you happy for the best part of your life

I love you still, Caroline
I love you still, Caroline
I love you still, Caroline
I love you still, Caroline
(repeat to fade)

This is the first verse
This is the first verse
This is the first verse, the first, the first
And this is the first verse, verse, first verse
And this is the first verse, verse
This is the first verse

And this is the chorus
Or perhaps it's a bridge
Or just another part of the song that I'm singing

And this is the second verse
It could be the last verse
This is the second verse, second verse, second verse
It could be the last verse, last verse
And this is the second verse
But it's probably the last one

And this is the chorus
Or perhaps it's a bridge
Or just another key change
Never mind, it doesn't hurt
It only means that I lost faith in this song
'Cause it won't help me reach you...

Like so many of you
I've got my doubts about how much to contribute
To the already rich among us...
How long can I pretend that music's more relevant
Than fighting for a socialist world?

Someone watching us - knows I'm bad
Black plastic along blue-black wall
Small square of places where dead men can look through
Run along and see the prison bar
Throw a stone across an empty road
You and your friend will be found
Outside the daydream
I've woken up to watch you sleep...

What on Earth are you doing, God?
Is this some sort of joke you're playing?
Is it 'cause we didn't pray?
Well I can't see the point of the word without the action
Are you just hot air, breathing over us and over all?
Is it fun watching us all?
Where's your son? We want him again!

And next time you send your boy down here
Give him a wife and a sexy daughter
Someone we can understand
Who's got some ideas we can use, really relate to
We've all read your rules, tried them
Learnt them in school, then tried them
They're impossible rules
And you've made us look fools
Well done, God, but now please...

Don't hunt me down, for Heaven's sake!
You know that I'm only joking, aren't I?
Pardon me, I'm very drunk!
But I know what I'm trying to say
And it's nearly night time
And we're still alone
Waiting for something unknown, still waiting
So throw down a stone, or something
Give us a sign, for Christ's sake!

It's brown, lives in the ground, it's myopic... (laughter)
It's brown, lives in the ground, it's myopic... (laughter)
It's the mole!!

There's a place where I can hide away
Just for a little holiday
In the house of a friend we know and love
Called Nan True's Hole

- All right darlin' let's get on, we haven't got much time.
- Um... get on with what?
- Well, darlin' you know what, um, what we're here for don't you?
- A-actually, I'm not quite sure.
- What do you mean, not quite sure? What did you come here for?
- I came here, uh, to find out.
- You mean... How old are you ?
- Well, I'm... I'm near... getting near forty, actually.
- What, and you mean you don't know? How come you don't know? What've you been doing all your life?
- Well, I've had a very nice life. I've had a very good life, but I must admit I don't know what I'm here for.
- Well, you're a funny one, aren't you? All right, we'll have to help you out then. First of all... I think first of all you'd better take off your trousers.
- Uh, take off my trousers, yes... How's that?
- That's a start. Now, come over here... That feels nice, doesn't it?
- Oh yes, very nice. Very nice. Lovely... That's lovely... Ooh, that is nice...

- Well, how was that?

There's a place where I can hide away
Just for a little holiday
In the house of a friend we know
Called Nan True's Hole

Look, see the people at the top
Come down the right hand lane
In Belgium, Greece and Portugal
In France and sunny Spain

My radical cheek is soft and meek
But I'll kill if I must
I'd rather have the Chinese here
Than Europe on me thrust
I'd rather have the Chinese here
Than Europe on me thrust

You may say I'm muddled up
Should stick to chords and tunes
But he shan't stay there
While he lives in fear of rich and pompous goons
But he shan't stay there
While he lives in fear of rich and pompous goons

A home for the warm and a home for the wonderful!
I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours!
A home for the warm and a home for the wonderful!
I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours!