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Lap Of Luxury

The money won't last forever
rent man called twice today.
I hope some day you'll find me
in the lap of luxury.

Searched for a new apartment
but they don't grow on trees.
Just want to lay my head
in the lap of luxury.

Stepped out on a new horizon
felt a new spring in my feet.
Found a job, it could set me up
dangling in the lap of luxury.

And the gaffer is a man of substance
drives a jag and takes high tea.
Lives beyond the industrial wasteland,
laughing in the lap of luxury.

I need money, now, to soothe my heart!

Buy me a Datsun or Toyota
get the tax man to agree
all expenses I can muster
from the lap of luxury.

Zpět

Under Wraps

Keep it quiet. (Go slow.)
Circulate. Need to know.
Stamp the date upon your file
masquerade, but well worth while.
Wrapped in the warmth of you
wrapped up in your smile.
Wrapped in the folds of your attention.

Wear an air (keep mum)
of casual indifference.

Careful how you go
about your usual business.

Wrapped in daydreams of you
wrapped up by your eyes.
Wrapped in the folds of your attention.
Under wraps! I've got you under wraps.
Under wraps! I've got you under wraps.

Tell you when (not yet)
soon the great unveiling.
Bless my boots! Upon my soul!
Secrecy, it is my failing.
Wrapped in your Summer night
wrapped in your Autumn leaves.
Wrapped in the Winter of your sleeping.

Zpět

European Legacy

She smiles at me from beyond the eastern sea-shore.
Flashing jewelled eyes, she hoists her skirts so high.
Nouvelle cuisine or an oyster bar it's really up to her.
I'll write every cheque she brings to me.
I shoot on sight it's my European legacy.

Round the castle walls about the Highlands and the Islands
the faint reminders stand. Visitors who took a hand
a thousand years ago, or so stranded high and dry by tides
washed up a new identity.
The channel's wide but it's their European legacy.

I strain my eyes against the southern light advancing.
On whiter cliffs I'm high. The sea birds roll and tumble as they fly.
I hear distant mainland music echo in my island ears.

My feet begin to move instinctively
to the warmer beat of my European legacy.

She smiles at me from beyond the eastern sea-shore.
Flashing jewelled eyes, she hoists her skirts so high.
Nouvelle cuisine or an oyster bar it's really up to her.
I'll write every cheque she brings to me.
She shoots on sight it's her European legacy.

Zpět

Later, That Same Evening

Later, that same evening, she ran.
I think she ran alone.
Later, she had early warning from
a hidden phone.
Checked with the embassy
she might have been
a million miles away.
Should I circulate her likeness
at all airports without delay?
It was later later that same evening.

Earlier, we had had a drink or four
in some Kensington hotel.
Hard it was hard to keep my mind
on what she had to sell.
And with all business done
we took a cab
should it be her place or mine?
Good security prevailed
and I was home just after nine.
It was later later that same evening.

Now I want you back.
Yes, they want you back.
We want you back.
My country wants you back.

Later, in the wee small hours
there was heavy traffic on the radio.

Scare at a channel port
small craft warnings to keep to shore.
Lobstermen thought they saw
a submarine
half submerged suspiciously.
Though I arrived too late,
I'm sure she blew a kiss to me
as the sub sailed out to sea.

Zpět

Saboteur

In and out of shady places
walking on cold corners of the maze.

Following the trace you leave unwittingly.
I wanna be no Saboteur.
Oh, no, me no Saboteur.

Painted ducks across your landscape
happy in your domesticity (it don't come free).
Misfortune, like a Sparrow Hawk, hangs over you.
Wanna be no Saboteur.
No, no, me no Saboteur.

Deepest regrets I humbly offer you
as I cut into your life.
With clean precision, all is simplified
pass the hat and pass the knife.

By now you must be worried, wondering
who is me and what lies behind my art.
I'm only removing broken sea-shells from the beach
oh, no, me no Saboteur.

There's at least one of me inside your ranks
in your factory or school.
I anticipate a cleansing opportunity
to take the horns by the bull.

History forever writing
pages to be cut or painted grey,
or celebrated like Jesus in his
temple rage
as he chased the money-men away.

I wanna be no Saboteur.
Be no, be no Saboteur.

Zpět

Radio Free Moscow

Tune into messages
from the Eastern avenue.
Lock on to the ether
squeeze the signal through and through.
War of the air-waves
making scare-waves.
I'm getting pictures
from my radio (Free Moscow).
Moscow Radio.

Voice of America
symbol of the free.
Mine of disinformation
pleading sympathy.
Down in the cold-war games
forever naming names.
I'm getting pictures
from my radio (Free Moscow).
Keep getting pictures
from my radio (Free Moscow).

I put my headphones on
reach out on the beam.
Shutter up the windows
I'm getting up some steam.
Somebody's at the door
catching me in the act
they've been keeping the score.
I'm getting pictures
from my radio (Free Moscow).
Yes, I'm getting pictures
from my radio (Free Moscow).

Zpět

Astronomy

The middle lane has trapped my car
in red-light claustrophobia.
I slip the shackles, cut the rope
stand naked with a telescope
as the cat walks alone
under a big sky.
Against the dark so thin and white
gonna be a big sky night.

Miss Galileo, come with me
and view the new Astronomy.
Black hole dressing on salad plate
quasar at the kissing gate.
Now the cat, he walks alone
under a big sky.
Umbrella dome pin-pricked in lights
gonna be a big sky night.

My spectacles, my white lab coat
my coffee thermos and my notes.
I pat my pockets. I got the keys
to the secrets of the observatory.
And closing the door,
I feel a new dawn
as the darker sides align
you to yours and me to mine.

And now you stand, assisting me
I can touch what I can see, see, see.
I look in wonder, I feel no shame
see the consequences of the game.
Expand my universe.
Head for the Big Bang.
Reach for my switch and shout
gonna turn the big sky out.

There's got to be astronomy.
Astronomy.

Zpět

Tundra

Short Arctic desert day
and someone left their snow-shoes in the tundra.
Look around every which way
but I can't see just where the footprints go.
Is it a casual disappearance?
Plucked from the middle atmosphere
like straw wind-blown.
No speck on the horizon
no simple message scrawled
upon the snow.

Unearthly visitation
someone left their snow-shoes in the tundra.
Hungry buzzard flier

circling round and round
rattling death's tambourine.

Have to run it down the cold wire
late insertion in tomorrow's lost and found.
Should I spread out searching?
But I'm a little thin upon the ground.

So I raise my lips to coax
the last drop of brandy from the bottle.
Rest my feet and contemplate

the mystery that's haunting
this Siberian space.

Show-shoes they bind me down
I'm just one more parasite of the surface layer.
I begin to get the feeling
I've been on this stage before
and I'm the only player.

One more Arctic desert day
another set of shoes out in the tundra snow.
I make my fade to white-out
and you can't see me where my footprints go.

Zpět

Nobody's Car

Black Volga following me
Nobody's car.
Mr. No-one at the wheel of
Nobody's car.
Wet pavements, thin apartments
quiet dissent from darkened doorways. I want out alive.
Speak up for me if you can.
So, careful how you drive
in tourist city.

Slap in front of my hotel
it's Nobody's car.
Is that my limousine?
No, it's Nobody's car.
Are you on routine assignment?
Plastic shades on black-browed eye-hole.
I read this book before.
I even saw the film.

How did the ending go?
(In tourist city.)

Black out.

It's a weird scenario.
I've seen a thousand times before
but only on my video.

Feel my steps quick in the headlights of Nobody's car.

Down cobbled alley with no exit from
Nobody's car.
Doors slam, two figures silhouette
somewhere before, I feel we've met.
Can't tell you any more.
I agreed to go along with all they asked of me.
Intourist city.
I drive Nobody's car.

Zpět

Heat

When the rats are running
and the boys are gunning
for heads on a tin plate
you can hear the footfall
softly in the back yard.
And the black jack is called

face up on the last card.

You'd better call your witness
in your dirty business.
Trop tard sera le cri.
Better run while you can
better set the tall sail.
Better make deep cover
before the boys have you nailed.

There's just one chance to get away
I'll catch up with you another day.
I'll close my eyes and count to ten
and come right after you again.

Grab your credit cards
cash in on your resources.
Take your passport from the drawer,

don't stop to change the horses.

Get out of the heat.

Now can you feel the pressure?
Have you got the measure
of being a wanted man?
Cold drink in your hand
hot sweat on your brow.
And there's no understanding

going to help you now.

Grab your credit cards
cash in on your resources.
Take your passport from the drawer,
don't stop to change the horses.
Notify all parties
of an earlier vacation.
No use trying to board the train
after it's left the station.

Get out of the heat.

Zpět

Under Wraps #2

Keep it quiet. (Go slow.)
Circulate. Need to know.
Stamp the date upon your file
masquerade, but well worth while.
Wrapped in the warmth of you
wrapped up in your smile.
Wrapped in the folds of your attention.

Wear an air (keep mum)
of casual indifference.

Careful how you go
about your usual business.

Wrapped in daydreams of you
wrapped up by your eyes.
Wrapped in the folds of your attention.
Under wraps! I've got you under wraps.
Under wraps! I've got you under wraps.

Tell you when (not yet)
soon the great unveiling.
Bless my boots! Upon my soul!
Secrecy, it is my failing.
Wrapped in your Summer night
wrapped in your Autumn leaves.
Wrapped in the Winter of your sleeping.

Zpět

Paparazzi

Paparazzi, can't make the man.
Paparazzi, can't break the man.

Next to the transit lounge
see the Paparazzi tears.
No-one came in today
from Boston or Tangiers.
And in departures
only faceless trippers trip,
loaded with duty free
held in white knuckle grip.

Snap it up, flash away
steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type
the news is running late tonight.

Be-decked with Nikon necklaces
hear the Paparazzi cries.
Under their noses walk
the famous in disguise.
Conspicuously huddled there
but no-one stops to look.
They've got their crayons out
to colour in the book.

Snap it up, flash away
steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type
Paparazzi won't be home tonight.

Paparazzi write it down.
Paparazzi turn it around.
Paparazzi take it, fake it,
break it.
'cause it's a story.
Now someone's cut the lines
communication's down.
All photo film is fogged.
Celebrities surround
and jab their fingers at me.
They kiss but I can't tell.
Even poor Paparazzi
must have privacy as well.

Snap it up, flash away
steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type
the news is running late tonight.

Snap it up, flash away
steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type
Paparazzi won't be home tonight.

Zpět

Apogee

Sailing round the true-blue sphere
is it too late to bale out of here?
Well, there has to be some better way
to turn back the night,
spin on to yesterday.

The old man and his crew
after all these years,
it's apogee.
Pilot training and remorse
spirit friends fly too,
at apogee.
Apogee solar bright.
Apogee through the night.
Apogee overground.

Don't think I'll be coming down.

Screened for a stable mate
with nerves of ice we flew,
at apogee.
No creativity allowed
to pass through stainless veins of steel,
at apogee.
Apogee put the kettle on.
Tight-lipped soldier on.
High point communicate.
Don't forget to urinate.

So glad they put this window in.
How to explain, how to begin?
See! Tennyson and Wordsworth there
waiting for me in the cold, thin air.
Beware a host of unearthly daffodils
drifting golden, turned up loud.
Tell the boys back home,
I'm gonna get some.

The Wrong Stuff's loose in here
I'm climbing up the walls,
at apogee.
So hoist the skull and bones
death and glory's free,
at apogee.

A stranger wind, a solar breeze
I'm walking out upon the starry seas.
See pyramids, see standing stones,
pink cotton undies and blue telephones.

Goodbye, cruel world that was my home
there's a cleaner space out there to roam.
Put my feet up on the moons of Mars
sit back, relax and count the stars.

Zpět

Automotive Engineering

Automotive science and engineering.
Automotive science and engineering.

In the hands of science
the complete appliance.
We're moved to motor.
We're moved to motor.

Do you fly a Spitfire?
Do you slide on a tea-tray?

Or walk on a short trip (Sundays).
Or drive come what may.

Automotive science and engineering.
Automotive science and engineering.
We're moved to motor.
We're moved to motor.

When big was better
and fast was chic,
the oil was cheaper
now we're up the creek.
But the Japs are coming
and everyone's turbo'd
and carbon fibre
is the way to go, go.

Automotive science and engineering.
Automotive science and engineering.
We're moved to motor.
We're moved to motor.

Down at the robot factory
things are humming.
New radical suspension
no humans testing.

(Wind it up, wind it up.)

Take a trip
in your Freudian slip.
Dr. Ferdinand (Ferdie)
has you in his grip.

Automotive science and engineering.
Automotive science and engineering.
We're moved to motor.
We're moved to motor.

Zpět

General Crossing

It's an old profession
of subtle artillery.
Rough wheels meshing
button out, button in.

The tall General will mine
a few bridges tonight,
stroking soft machinery.
Fanfare at dawn
courting green steel
lined up for World War One
(Two, Three, Four).

It's an old profession
of subtle artillery.
Rough wheels meshing
on a landscape with no trees.

The tall General points
to the distance

disconnects his power supply.
Crites a stiff note to his nearest
and dearest
he takes the battle plan
and contemplates his fly.

The tall General
flies by the seat of history.
The tall General
is crossing.
The tall General
he thinks inevitability.
The tall General
is definitely crossing.
With spit and with polish
time for desperate measures.
The pain in the forehead
from holding up to the pressures
of life on the rim
of the convenient alliance.
Out on the rim
let me out on the rim.

The tall General will walk
across the compound
with his briefcase and I.D.
Later they'll post him
seemingly missing
he's gone to be a Generalski.

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