B-SIDES/UNRELEASED/COVERS

Table of Contents

     English Civil War
     The Lowlands of Holland
     Miles Away
     Subvert
     Cardboard Box City
     Social Insecurity
     Life
     Sara's Beach
     Searchlights


*** English Civil War

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


*** The Lowlands of Holland

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


*** Miles Away

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 


*** Subvert

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


*** Cardboard Box City

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


*** Social Insecurity

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

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..


*** Sara's Beach

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


*** Searchlights

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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