These are dangerous time we live in
I heard a man once say
If you're prone
to flights of fancy
Your dreams can fly away
See the sights around you
Of
breakdown and decay
Wrought by the greed for a better life
For which you have
to pay
From Glasgow town to London
Down the motorway
There's people standing in
the rain
Looking for any way
To take them down to where they're bound
It's
a part of another way
It's called the art of survival
In a modern age
Dance before the storm, don't look back to where you've been
The horror's even
further as the sands of time run thin
Dance before the storm as the machinery
breaks down
Watch the sky go black with anger, but no-one makes a sound
From Albion Hill to the Old Chain Pier
You can hear a person say
"Spare
some change for all me pains
The world gas gone astray"
Down the road
another flat got burnt
Where a friend of mine once stayed
So another squat
in Brighton
Needed to hide another head
So if your head spins round - go underground
Away from the games they play
People
down there are trying to care
And let each one have their say
it's not revolution
tactics
Or cause for anarchy
Just a natural fight for a natural life
Of
which Systems are afraid
And if it all surrounds you
Seems like there's no
escape
And there's someone stood in front of you
Saying do it in their way
Turn
your eyes towards the tides
See how they never change
The sands of time will
break their mime
Like riding on a wave
When Johnny comes marching home again
He's coming by bus or underground
The
world no doubt will shed a tear
To see his face so beaten in fear
And it's
just around the corner
In the English Civil War
Still at the stage of clubs and fists
When that well known face got beaten
to bits
Your face was blue in the light of the screen
As we watched the speech
of an animal scream
The new party army was marching
Right over our heads
There you are Ha Ha I told you so
Says everybody that we know
But who hid
the radio under the stairs
And who got caught out on their unawares
When that
new party army
Came marching right up the stairs
When Johnny comes marching home again
Nobody understands this can happen again
The
sun is shining and the kids are shouting loud
But you've got to know it's shining
Through
a crack in the cloud
And the shadows keep on falling
When Johnny comes marching
home
All the girls go oh
Get his coffin ready
Cos Johnny's coming home
I spy with my little eye
The sun shining brightly
The clouds rolling by
The
last days of winter
Now seem so far away
And everything looks green
When
it used to be grey
And I've watched the change
Like the changing in my mind
And
I chased the leaves
Like the words I never find
Like the people I knew
Who
I sometimes see today
Some still bright like fire
And some faded away
I turn on the radio
And someone's playing a song
I turn on the news
Hear
what's going on
I turn on my back
When I'm full of beer
And I turn off
the news
When I don't want to hear
And I've seen a girl who looks so very sad
Nothing left but a memory of all
the times she's had
And I've seen a man who looks so sad inside
Nothing left
but the memories from which he cannot hide
So I learned to fight
With a Weapon Called The Word
And I learned to raise
my voice
So that I'd be heard
And I learned to fight
With a weapon called
the word
And I learned to raise my voice
But I've never been heard
The life that I have chosen
And there will be content
And the salt sea shall
be frozen
Before that I repent
Repent I shall not ever
Until the day I die
For
the lowlands of Holland
Have claimed my destiny
I look out to the rolling sea
But there'll be no easy ride
It's enough to
break your mind and will
These many times we've tried
We cried together but
we fought
We staked all to be free
For the lowlands of Holland
Have claimed
my destiny
So you feel the wind in your hair
As we leave the old country
With seven
score friends by our side
To keep us company
Cos there's many more we've left
behind
And some we'll never see
Cos the lowlands of Holland
Have claimed
my destiny
Do you ever think that we might be the same
Or do you see the world in such
a different way
It seems that parties, raves and lazy summer days
Have now
all gone
And if you're old or young, just wanna have a little fun
Then you're
outta line
So tell me once again the real cause of all this pain
Weren't you
once young before
Didn't you try to change the score
I can't believe it was
so many years ago
Have you forgotten how it feels
To run naked in the field
I
hope it's not so
I always hope this place might stay the same
But you reached the point of no
return again
Another face is being burnt and raped
For a moment away
Well
it's the price you say
That we all have to pay
For a minute's say
I just
can't believe
It's really worth the bloody grief
With the money that you save
You
just take a life away
The blood you steal
From all the people that you fear
I
know that it's so
If you got a job, you can be an agent
You can work for revolution
From your
place of employment
If you work in the factory, throw a spanner in the works
Internal
sabotage, hit them where it hurts
SUBVERT
If you got a job, where they treat you like a slave
Where they treat you like
a zombie
In a corporate grave
If you work in the office, making tea for the
bosses
While they're getting richer on the ten times you pay
They may think
you're stupid but you're working undercover
You've got the potential to disobey
SUBVERT
If you got a job, cos there's nothing else to do
Where they thin they've got
you trapped
In the box that they choose
If you got a job, you can be an agent
If
you work in the office you can redistribute food
If you are a policeman ordered
to arrest me
You don't have to do it, you can refuse
SUBVERT
by Charlie Daniels
The devil went down to Georgia
He was looking for a soul to steal
And he
was in a bind
'Cause he was way behind
And was willin' to make a deal
When
he came upon a boy playing on a fiddle
and playin' it hot
And the devil jumped
up on a hickory stump and said,
"Boy let me tell you what:
I bet you didn't know it
but I'm a fiddle player too,
And if you care to
take a dare
I'll make a bet with you
Now you play a pretty good fiddle boy
But
give the devil his due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
'Cause
I think I'm better than you."
The boy said, "My name's Johnny
And it might be a sin
But I'll take
your bet, your gonna regret
'Cause I'm the best that's ever been."
Johnny rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
'Cause hell's broke loose
in Georgia
And the devil deals the cards
And if you win you get this shiny
fiddle made of gold
But if you lose the devil gets your soul.
The devil opened up his case and he said,
"I'll start this show."
And
fire flew from his fingertips
As he rosined up his bow
And he pulled the bow
across the strings
And it made an evil hiss
Then a band of demons joined in
And
it sounded something like this
When the devil finished Johnny said,
"Well you're pretty good ol' son!
But
sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how it's done!"
Fire on the mountain, run boys run
Devil's in the house of the rising sun
Chickens
in the breadpan, picking out dough
Granny does your dog bite? No, child, no
The devil bowed his head
Because he knew that he'd been beat,
And he laid
that golden fiddle
On the ground at Johnny's feet
Johnny said, "Devil,
just come on back
if you ever wanna try again.
I done told you once,
You
son-of-a-bitch,
I'm the best that's ever been!"
He played:
Fire on the mountain, run boys run
Devil's in the house of the
rising sun
Chickens in the breadpan, picking out dough
Granny does your dog
bite? No, child, no
Have you seen them in every station
Begging in their separate ways
Some
of them are no more than children
Some of them are runaways
I don't care for
your opinion
I've seen you turn your face the other way
And you said son
What's
your problem
Can't we talk about this over lunch some day
And i bet you've never
Been south of the river
Down the old kent road or
down
Southwark way
I bet you've never never seen them
Lying in the litter
In
the cardboard boxes
Where you make them stay
In the docklands of east london
Where those great tall ships once sailed
Of
a price of couple of hundred thousand
I have seen your condominiums for sale
In
the north by the archway tavern
You can see them lying there every day
And
they're drunk and they scream their minds to the heaven
Dear lord why did it
have to be this way
Chorus 2
I worked some time i paid my taxes
I lined your pockets with my pay
You
said you'd take my money
You said you'd help them
But in your pockets it just
seems to stay
And i've seen your fancy house in richmond
And where you moor
your boat down kingston way
In the weekend you take your wife out sailing
Try
taking her down south london some day
Chorus 3
+ In the cardboard boxes where they have to stay
Well it's another social worker
In his government disguise
Sitting behind
his bullet-proof glass
Trying to tell me ´bout my rights
And i don't
like the way that he's
Asking me these questions
I can read between the lines
And
i don't think that i can trust you
With the story of my life
Another communication
That will bring you to your knees
The genocidal maniacs
They're
doing just what they please
We've gotta move these mountains
´Couse they're
standing in the way
If it's in the name of progress oh yeah
We can make it
pay for our
Social insecurity
They'll try to take my history
Away from me
Social
insecurity don't look at me
They'll try to take my life
Well it never seems so tragic now
As the dawn breaks into day
But they're
staring at the tower block
Where the green field once laid
All the mighty
rivers are full of
Factory decay
Is this just some small price that you have
Learned
to pay for your
Social insecurity
They'll try to take my history
Away from
me
Social insecurity don't look at me
They'll try to take my life
This is your democracy
This is your bureaucracy
Well i call it damned hypocrisy
If
you'll ask me
I´ll tell you ´bout your life
Life
Number and a name
Don't know what to think
Don't know what to say
Life
Like
the actor and the play
When the curtains rise
You must take to the stage
You
wanna stand on the roof
You wannit all too soon
You must give it all away
It's
the price that you must pay
Love
Sometimes easy sometimes strange
Like the pictures that you paint
Sometimes
clear and sometimes grey
Love is like a book
With your writing on the page
But
the words you want to write
Not the words you wanna say
You wanna stand on
the roof
You wannit all too soon
You must give it all away
It's the price
that you must pay
Time
Time just drifts away
Like the ending of a life
Like the parting
of the waves
Oh time
Time will never wait
Like the lovesong in my head
It
can't be there to stay
You wanna stand on the roof
You wannit all to soon
You
must give it all away
It's the price that you must pay..
Burns
As a pale of whiskey
Burns your heart
Burns your heart
Then
Comes
a pale of hunger
As empty as your soul
Empty as your soul
When you smiled
at me
That time on Sara's beach
I knew you were forever
Out of reach
When you dance with the devil
You can run but you can't hide
You can only
raise the stakes
To stem the tide
Sara's beach
On sara's beach
Sara's beach
On Sara's beach
Flames
Turn into embers
If you damp them down
If you damp them down
And
pain
Is all i have to remember
When you don't make a sound
No not a sound
When
you cast the stone
To catch the seventh wave
You were trying to catch
The
best of these last days
You can dance with the devil
You can run but you can't hide
You can only
raise the stakes
To stem the tide
On Sara's beach
Sara's beach
On Sara's beach
Sara's beach
I don't care if it rains or freezes
As long as i've got my plastic jeezus
Riding
on the dashboard of my car
I'm afraid he'll have to go
He clashes with my radio
Plastic
jeezus you won't get me far
Plastic jeezus plastic jeezus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
I'm afraid
he'll have to go
He clashes with my radio
Plastic jeezus you won't get me far
I don't want kisses and i don't want hugs
Just want lots of sex and drugs
Knowing
you wont get me far
Don't like walking don't like strolling
Just like good
old rock and rolling
Plastic jeezus you don't get me far
Plastic jeezus plastic jeezus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
I'm afraid
he'll have to go
He clashes with my radio
Plastic jeezus you don't get me far
I see fences where there was no fence before
The flesh tearing wires have even
rusted by the door
Oh why the beauty that i could bring to you
Outside in
the distance there is something coming through
Oh i say
Outside in the distance
there is something coming through
Here beyond the wire they turn the water black
The men around are paid a weekly
wage
Just to turn you back
Oh how they keep their petty kingdoms well in view
Outside
in the distance i hear something coming through
Oh i say
Outside in the distance
there is something coming through
Outside in the distance where those searchlights don't go
There's an immigrant
who´s crouching with a bundle of his clothes
The bushes start a rustling
so he takes to his toes
Just singing "this is the last of my shows"
Cross-roads is no cross-roads when there's but one route to take
Your fantasy
of liberty is a red sign on the gate
I think these things as i walk along a tree
lined avenue
Outside in the distance i hear something coming through
Oh i
say outside in the distance there is something coming through
Outside in the distance where those searchlights don't go
There's an immigrant
who´s crouching with a bundle of his clothes
The bushes start a rustling
so he takes to his toes
Just singing "this is the last of my shows"
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