Paparazzi
Paparazzi, cant make the man.
Paparazzi, cant 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.
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Quizz Kid
Cut along the dotted line --- slip in and seal the flap.
Postal competition crazy, though you wear the dunces cap. w
In a fortnight in ibiza --- line up for the big hand out.
Youll never know unless you try --- what winnings all about --- be a quizz kid.
Be a whizz kid.
Six days later theres a rush telegram drop everything and telephone this number if you can.
Its a free trip down to london for a weekend of high life.
Theyll wine you; dine you; undermine you --- better not bring the wife --- be a quizz kid.
Be a whizz kid.
Its a try out for a quizz show that millions watch each week.
Following the fate and fortunes of contestants as they speak.
Answerable to everyone; responsible to all; publicity dissected ---
Brain cells splattered on the walls of encyclopaedic knowledge.
May be barbaric but its fun. as the clock ticks away a lifetime,
Hold your head up to the gun of a million cathode ray tubes aimed at your tiny skull.
May you find sweet inspiration --- may your memory not be dull. may you rise to dizzy success.
May your wit be quick and strong. may you constantly amaze us.
May your answers not be wrong. may your head be on your shoulders.
May your tongue be in your cheek. and most of all we pray that you may come back next week!
Be a quizz kid.
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Qiuzz Kid
Cut along the dotted line --- slip in and seal the flap.
Postal competition crazy, though you wear the dunce's cap. w
In a fortnight in ibiza --- line up for the big hand out.
You'll never know unless you try --- what winning's all about --- be a quizz kid.
Be a whizz kid.
Six days later there's a rush telegram drop everything and telephone this number if you can.
It's a free trip down to london for a weekend of high life.
They'll wine you; dine you; undermine you --- better not bring the wife --- be a quizz kid.
Be a whizz kid.
It's a try out for a quizz show that millions watch each week.
Following the fate and fortunes of contestants as they speak.
Answerable to everyone; responsible to all; publicity dissected ---
Brain cells splattered on the walls of encyclopaedic knowledge.
May be barbaric but it's fun. as the clock ticks away a lifetime,
Hold your head up to the gun of a million cathode ray tubes aimed at your tiny skull.
May you find sweet inspiration --- may your memory not be dull. may you rise to dizzy success.
May your wit be quick and strong. may you constantly amaze us.
May your answers not be wrong. may your head be on your shoulders.
May your tongue be in your cheek. and most of all we pray that you may come back next week!
Be a quizz kid.
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Black Sunday
Tomorrow is the one day I would change for a monday
With freezing rains melting and no trains running
And sad eyes passing in windows flimsy
And my seat rocking from legs not quite matching
Got passport, credit cards, a plane that Im catching
Black sunday falls one day too soon
The taxi that takes me will be moving too quickly
My suitcases simply too full for the closing
Of pants, shirts and kisses all packed in a hurry
Two best-selling paper backs chosen at random ---
No sign of sales-persons to whom I might hand them
Black sunday falls one day too soon
And down at the airport are probably waiting
A few thousand passengers, overbooked seating
Time long suspended in transit-lounge traumas ---
Connections broken and special branch waiting
Conspicuously standing in holiday clothing
Black sunday falls one day too soon
Pick up my feet and kick off my lethargy
Down to the gate with the old mood upon me
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One White Duck/0=nothing At All
Theres a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way.
And theres a note on the telephone --- some roses on a
Tray.
And the motorways stretching right out to us all,
As I pull on my old wings --- one white duck
On your wall.
Isnt it just too damn real?
Ill catch a ride on your violin --- strung upon your bow.
And Ill float on your melody --- sing your chorus soft
And low.
Theres a picture-view postcard to say that I called.
You can see from the fireplace, one white duck
On your wall.
Isnt it just too damn real?
So fly away peter and fly away paul --- from the
Finger-tip ledge of contentment.
The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls.
And Im probably bound to deceive you after all.
Something must be wrong with me and my brain ---
If Im so patently unrewarding.
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Wondring Again
Theres the stillness of death on a deathly unliving sea,
And the motor car magical world long since ceased to be,
When the eve-bitten apple returned to destroy the tree.
Incestuous ancestrys charabanc ride,
Spawning new millions throws the world on its side.
Supporting their far-flung illusion, the national curse,
And those with no sandwiches please get off the bus.
The excrement bubbles,
The centurys slime decays
And the brainwashing government lackeys
Would have us say
Its under control and well soon be on our way
To a grand year for babies and quiz panel games
Of the hot hungry millions youll be sure to remain.
The natural resources are dwindling and no one grows old,
And those with no homes to go to, please dig yourself holes.
We wandered through quiet lands, felt the first breath of snow.
Searched for the last pigeon, slate grey Ive been told.
Stumbled on a daffodil which she crushed in the rush, heard it sigh,
And left it to die.
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One White Duck / 0^10 = Nothing At All
There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way.
And there's a note on the telephone --- some roses on a
tray.
And the motorway's stretching right out to us all,
as I pull on my old wings --- one white duck
on your wall.
Isn't it just too damn real?
I'll catch a ride on your violin --- strung upon your bow.
And I'll float on your melody --- sing your chorus soft
and low.
There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called.
You can see from the fireplace, one white duck
on your wall.
Isn't it just too damn real?
So fly away Peter and fly away Paul --- from the
finger-tip ledge of contentment.
The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls.
And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all.
Something must be wrong with me and my brain ---
if I'm so patently unrewarding.
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It All Trickles Down
Theres a dragon-tail swishing behind tonight.
Poisons rising. Im up too tight.
I might not be responsible
For the things that I might do.
My tanks are full and my dogs are loose.
Bees in my bonnet. stew in juice.
Saut-simmer, shallow-fry
When it all trickles down to you.
It all trickles down.
Yes it all trickles down.
Well it all trickles down,
From me to you.
My day was rough, dont care about yours.
I put muddy feet on your polished floor.
A goose to cook, a job that im
Well qualified to do.
And it all trickles down.
Yes it all trickles down.
Well it all trickles down
From me to you.
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Part Of The Machine
Everybodys jumping on the circus train.
Some jump high, some jump off again.
And the razzmatazz is rolling, women folk unveiled.
All truths to light, all crosses nailed.
Aiming high where the eagle circles ---
Where he keeps his tail feathers clean.
And wonders ''am I still a free bird?
Or just a part of the machine.
They hitch their coverd wagons and they roll out west.
Politics in the pockets of their sunday best.
Shaking hands, kissing babies, for all that theyre worth.
Oh, they promise you gold, promise heaven on earth.
Still, that old bald eagle circles ---
Its not the first time that hes seen
His reflection in the eyes of innocence.
Hes become just another
Part of the machine.
I wish I had an eagle like you ---
To look up to.
He could be my wings to fly in a big bird sky
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The Rattlesnake Trail
Got a hair shirt round my shoulder. got a cold stew in my spoon.
And Im falling on my head, lifting feet of lead ---
Now its got me baying at the moon.
Well, theres a race on for tomorrow. Im stretching out
For what might have been.
Going to come out from the night, got my second sight ---
Play rough --- you know what I mean.
Im going for the kill. Im going tooth and nail
Up that dusty hill --- on the rattlesnake trail.
Got the law laid down to the left of me. got the real world to the right.
Heading up through the middle with my cat and my fiddle ---
Yeah, looking for a fight.
Going to ride hard in bandit country --- on the blind side of the bend.
Keep my nose to the wind while the rabbits skinned ---
Bed down at the journeys end. (be a rattlesnake.)
Im going for the kill. Im going tooth and nail
Up that dusty hill --- on the rattlesnake trail.
The rattlesnake trail.
Im going on the rattlesnake trail.
Going to be with wolves in winter --- run in angry packs by day.
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