Stones on the Serpentine

Come what may,

I just bounce from day to day.

Wanting more,

Floating on,

Far too late.

 

Who knows,

Where we're going,

Who cares,

What we'll be,

I don't, want to show, my hand,

Cards close to my chest.

 

I just laugh

At the silly things they ask.

Don't you work?

Do you earn?

Is it too late?

 

Who knows,

Where we're going,

Who cares,

What we've been,

Bridges are only for crossing what you fear to swim. You know,

 

All my friends are lost in time,

And they won't join me,

Skimming on the Serpentine,

But I don't mind.

 

I don't want to stay,

But Lord knows I will anyway,

And that’s okay.

But I could be someone,

To light my way,

The world won’t stop turning,

I skip but never sink as deep as...

 

All you think of, can't buy lost love

All you dream of, can't return us

There’s no right way, think but don’t say,

Stones flat and stones round

All make the same sound,

 

My friends are lost in time,

And they can’t join me,

Skimming on the Serpentine,

But I don't mind.

All my friends are lost in time,

And they can’t join me,

Skimming on the Serpentine,

But I don't mind.

The Groove

You! Standing at the back, don’t look at your shoes.

Parked on the hard shoulder with your beer getting colder

I can see you looking from the stage.

But you can’t help but stare, when a band’s got groove like us,

You feel the bass in your hip but you say you wanna skip?

Don’t you know you wanna dance right now?

Just start to groove.

Get me back to the groove.

 

Baby, you! Know that you wanna shake,

I can see it in your face,

Your words they lie you don’t wanna stay inside eat Chinese food, c’mon!

What you mean, stay clean, you can’t detox from good times,

Trust me honeybee, let’s dive in, soon you’ll see why we like to swim.

 

They’ve become dependent,

On substances not meant

For human consumption, you'll see.

But in here it’s tribal,

The grinding is primal,

Let go and just feel the beat!

 

I’ll show you how! 

Let me tell you baby,

How to feel right!

Don’t be so crazy,

Sober ain’t an option tonight.

 

I’m worn out,

Don’t make me shout.

Get me back to the rhythm and the groove.

 

Baby girl,

I see you lurking over there

Hidin’ with your alcopop,

Why don’t you come and share?

I see you starin’ at a fella in the middle of the night,

Wanna make a little move but you’re stuck with fright,

To make him have a good time, don’t shake your behind, face to face and find the space and dictate groove!

 

Get me back to the groove.

 

Communicate your direction,

And make your selection,

He’ll follow and then he’s your own.

The beat’s coursin’ in you,

Electric, you’re wet through,

Aren’t you glad you didn’t stay at home?

 

I’ll show you how!

Let me tell you baby,

How to feel right!

Don’t be so crazy,

Netflix ain’t an option tonight.

 

Twist. And Turn.

And get me back to the rhythm and the groove.

 

Stop! You’re up in your head not feeling instead, that’s no way to live.

Keep your feet in the game and forget about your shame, on my word get ready. GET DOWN!

 

Gotta be strong, gotta be long, gotta be good to get the gaze of fellas in the corner looking jealous at the baller,

Stop right there. It’s gotta be different every time, never predict what I could find, take a solo unwind!

 

Play that guitar!

 

Get me back to the groove!

Take it down!

I saw a cardboard man by the road,

Eating copper meals on his own,

I caught his scent and heard his moan,

This city’s killing me.

 

He breathed cheap booze and a silent pain,

His eyes, were crossed like a maggot’s brain,

He leaned in when I bent to give him some change,

He grabbed my hand and whispered,

 

There’s something you should know,

It’s time I told you so,

Hunger frees and pity blinds.

My friend you’re lost at sea,

Lubricant in the machine,

A bullet’s far too kind.

 

Woah, Woah,

Can you hear the London choir?

Don’t look up, you’ll catch your death,

A sea of eyes upon your chest.

Woah, woah,

Swallow down your cheap desire,

Expensive thrills will pay for guilt,

Cardboard men, walk on by.

 

I laughed at the addict with a spring in my step,

The old man was gonna last a night then end up dead,

Change small, notes big, I had a train to get,

This city’s killing me.

 

Don’t preach, I told him, holding up his crucifix,

You just need your fix and you’ll be out again, Father.

Keep your mouth shut, your holy water’s lager,

 

It isn’t fair, I know but what to do? This city’s choking you; don’t tell me that I’m lost when you could never stop to follow through.

Truth never came from a needle; I’ll help you to an early grave, it’s all the same, all the same.

This city’s killing me!

He laughed and cried you’ve fallen loose,

Tie up your half-Windsor noose,

Can’t you see it’s me you need?

 

He handed me his wooden sign,

Scrawled between the faded lines,

My face stared back at me.

 

Woah, woah,

Can you hear the London choir?

Don’t look down, you’ll catch your death,

A sea of eyes upon your chest.

Woah, woah,

Swallow down your cheap desire,

Expensive thrills will pay for guilt,

Cardboard men, walk on by.

 

I never gave a thought,

To the old man drowning in his fantasy,

There ain’t a space for him,

Just dirty sheets, silk streets ,

Nothing for a man to see.

 

Sometimes I think I hear him sing,

Sometimes I think I hear them sing,

So loud I can barely hear their call…

 

We’re the London choir,

I went back to life at the office,

We’re the London choir,

I didn’t call Grandad even though I promised,

We’re the London choir,

I go for drinks and don’t tip my waiter,

We’re the London choir,

I hope I don’t see him in cardboard later.

We’re the London choir,

We’re the London choir,

We’re the London choir,

We’re the London choir.

 

Woah, woah,

I can hear the London choir,

I stare upwards at my death,

A sky of eyes upon my chest.

Woah, woah,

I don’t know how to desire,

Expensive thrills don’t pay for guilt,

Cardboard men, walk on by.

Woaaaaaah,

Be silent underground,

Where you know he won’t be found,

This city’s killing me.

London Choir
Stones on the Serpentine

Come what may,

I just bounce from day to day.

Wanting more,

Floating on,

Far too late.

 

Who knows,

Where we're going,

Who cares,

What we'll be,

I don't, want to show, my hand,

Cards close to my chest.

 

I just laugh

At the silly things they ask.

Don't you work?

Do you earn?

Is it too late?

 

Who knows,

Where we're going,

Who cares,

What we've been,

Bridges are only for crossing what you fear to swim. You know,

 

All my friends are lost in time,

And they won't join me,

Skimming on the Serpentine,

But I don't mind.

 

I don't want to stay,

But Lord knows I will anyway,

And that’s okay.

But I could be someone,

To light my way,

The world won’t stop turning,

I skip but never sink as deep as...

 

All you think of, can't buy lost love

All you dream of, can't return us

There’s no right way, think but don’t say,

Stones flat and stones round

All make the same sound,

 

My friends are lost in time,

And they can’t join me,

Skimming on the Serpentine,

But I don't mind.

All my friends are lost in time,

And they can’t join me,

Skimming on the Serpentine,

But I don't mind.

James Brown's Armpit

Hit it!

 

Let me tell you a story

'Bout a very different time,

Where love ruled supreme,

In 1969!

 

But I hadda see what life was like,

On the other side,

I built myself a funky time machine,

To 2017, I caught a ride!

 

HIT THE FUNK BUTTON!

 

So I jump right in,

And strut my swing

No stress or strife,

In the night-life!

Don't have to walk far,

Find myself a b-b-b-bar,

And the place is movin’,

And I'm groovin’,

But what do I see in the corner of my eye?

Take it boys!

 

I see a fine young piece of ass,

Groovin’ like you wouldn't believe,

Spectatin' her gyrating I walk up behind,

And give her a little tease…

 

You smell like James Brown's armpit,

And you look pretty funky too,

I'd like to get to know you,

Don't you wanna get to know me too?

 

Ow! She didn't like that oh no!

 

She slapped me across the face,

Guess I came on a bit too strong,

But I'm unstoppable,

I never put a foot wrong,

 

I said Hey Baby!

 

“Hey Baby”

 

What kinda tunes do you groove to,

What rhythm do you move to,

What blues do you bump to in the night?

 

Does country make you dreamy?

Rock n roll make you steamy?

Is it funk that makes you dance on sight?

 

I said, have you heard of this James Brown cat?

She looked at me, eyes full of confusion. She said:

Who's James Brown?

 

Say what?!?!?!

 

I could see that she was needin’ education,

She looked at me with eyes full of expectation,

I said ‘come with me baby, and I'll show you true sensation,’

The beats in this joint, well they’re an aberration!

 

You smell like James Brown's armpit,

And you look pretty funky too,

I'd like to get to know you,

Don't you wanna get to know me too?

 

This time zone's got me feelin' like a junkie,

And your dancin' honey it's got to go,

I'm an addict with no fix of my funky,

And your music's got me way down low,

 

Let’s bring it down. I think she needs to listen.

 

I said babe I know a time, that’s riddled with desire and temptation. 

I said come with me, my little futuristic aberration!

But I…I could see that this girl needed more than imagination,

I could see that this girl needed a demonstration!

 

I jumped right on the stage, pushed the drummer out the way, 

Grabbed his sticks and I sat down,

And I played a funky beat that put the rhythm gods in heat and made the ghost of Buddy weep and it weeeent just like this!

 

Yeah! Gimme some chords Kyle!

Ooh, I like that!

Alright, play that guitar! Owww!

 

You smell like James Brown's armpit,

And you look pretty funky too,

I'd like to get to know you,

Don't you wanna get to know me too?

 

This time zone's got me feelin' like a junkie,

And your dancin' honey it's got to go,

I'm an addict with no fix of my funky,

And your music's got me way down low,

 

That's my story,

Sad as it may seem,

I tried to bring the funky back,

But I shoulda left it be,

But it's not all sad and dull you know my friends

There's a place that's free and kind,

That's where I return,

To 1969...

Mad Matt

Down in the factory by the light of a dream,

I was practicing a joke with my mannequin machine,

The light was burning low,
It was time to go,

But you wore it oh so well I had to stay!

 

Hey! I like the way you move,

There’s not too much to say,

But I want something more,

So take me far away,

 

Let me satisfy,

The longing in your heart,

Though you have not eyes,

You see me in the dark!

 

This week marks seven years since men with tailored ties,

Came a knockin’ on the door to come and cut me down to size,

They talked of market shares and economic cuts,

But they never mentioned sharin’ them with us!

 

Now seven years is far too long to stay at home,

I just kept on working; it’s the only thing I know,

Alone in the odourless air, never breaking my stare, I crafted art,

Headwear that was screaming to be tried on from the start,

 

Hey! I like the way you move,

There’s not too much to say,

But I want something more,

So take me far away,

 

Let me satisfy,

The longing in your heart,

Though you have not eyes,

You see me in the dark!

 

What kinda man does not bring money to the table?

My marriage dined on silence and resentment on its label,

Longer and longer I stayed, watching feelings all fade, oh who would save me?

My mannequin don’t shun me from my bed and drive me crazy!

 

Julie says she’s leaving,

Never gonna be one to stick around for it,

Walked right out the door and gone,

Never took a glance back, off-track from her plan to slam my heart down in a deathtrap,

 

Hey! I like the way you move,

There’s not too much to say,

But I want something more,

So take me far away,

 

Let me satisfy,

The longing in your heart,

Though you have not eyes,

You see me in the dark!

 

I think you’ll start to move!

I think you’ll start to feel!

I think you’ll start to love me!

Your chest will rise and fall!

 

Isn’t it a pity that something strange is happening, woaah!

Isn’t it a pity that something strange is happening, woaah!

Isn’t it a pity that something strange is happening, woaah!

Isn’t it a pity, that they think I’ve gone insane?

Isn’t it a pity, that you’ll never know my name?

 

Hey! I like the way you move,

There’s not too much to say,

But I want something more,

So take me far away,

 

Let me satisfy,

The longing in your heart,

Though you have not eyes,

You see me in the dark!

 

I like the way you move,

There’s not too much to say,

But I want something more,

So take me far away,

 

Take me far away,

Where you caught my eye,

Many years ago,

When I made you mine.

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