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My parents knew these people who
For all their faults were very nice;
They owned a farm whose "olde worlde" charm
Earned it the name of "paradise".

We came to stay one holiday,
We played croquet and burned our arms;
But i was charmed and lost for words,
When first i heard the birds of paradise farm.

Singing gay songs all the day long,
Making love to the dinner gong,
Wondering when their human friend
Would come to feed them.

I looked in the trees and in the air,
I searched the eaves of disused barns
Till finally, to my despair,
I found the caged birds in paradise farm.

Singing gay songs all the day long,
Making love to the dinner gong,
Wondering why their tiny lives
Should be spent behind iron bars.

Now "leonardo da vinci",
"st. francis of assisi"...
But "neil hannon of the see house, fivemiletown"-
Well, it doesn't sound quite right somehow!

Singing gay songs all summer long,
Making love to the dinner gong,
Wondering when their human friend
Would come to free them.

When the last day came, i took my time.
They called my name, and revved the car;
"when nature calls you must reply", they laughed,
Waving goodbye to paradise farm.

My lovely horse, running through the field
Where are you going, with your fetlocks blowing in the wind?

I want to shower you with sugar lumps, and ride you over fences
Polish your hooves every single day, and bring you to the horse dentist

My lovely horse, you're a pony no more
Running around with a man on your back, like a train in the night...

Humpty-dumpty got so drunk he thought that he could sing
Now every rag and glossy mag thinks he's the next big thing
Watch the floodgates swinging open
Now the heart of rock and roll is broken

Mary, mary, only rarely have i heard such shit
But still the djs give you three plays every nine minutes
Shall the truth be left unspoken
Now the heart of rock and roll is broken?

Jack and jill popped every pill till every thrill was gone
They looked inside and could not find the will to carry on
My worst fears have re-awoken:
Now the heart of rock and roll is broken

Amery was bored, as he
Was usually in the countryside:
He'd walk alone, reciting poe,
Returning home through the failing light.
One day, he'd gone some miles along
A new road, when on an old man's bad advice
He left to cross the woods, but just
Got totally lost, and then


The maryland electric rainstorm broke
Over his head, making him wet, upset, then
The maryland electric rainstorm broke everything
Soaked through his skin, into his heart and soul


Suddenly, no more trees

There's a young lady called rosie;
She is my west country girl.
I promised her that no matter
Where i should go in the world,
I'd send a postcard to her...

I'll send a postcard from paris,
Paraguay, prague and peru

They sit, and watch the clouds go by
And make believe it's irish skies

They love the sun, but pray for rain
They drink to take away the pain
The london streets are paved with gold
For the london irish

You gain the world and you lose your soul
Well if your picture is seen on the cover of every magazine
And every tv screen, will there be anything left
Of the london irish?

They say they will return again,
But they won't say exactly when...

Radioactivity
Is in the air for you and me
Radioactivity
Discovered by madame curie
Radioactivity

Tune in to the melody

Radio aktivität
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Daybreak on the motorway to damascus
A heavenly angel flagged me down
And asked for a ride into town
For god's sake, on the motorway to damascus
This heavenly angel, wise and pure, proceeded with a guided tour:
"behold! a shining city of silver grey and white,
Of solar-panelled rooftops glinting in the light
And wind-power generators turning soundlessly through the night"

Mid-day on the motorway to damascus
The heavenly angel flapped its wings
And told me more exciting things
Like how one day this motorway to damascus
Would disappear without trace, the unsustainable replaced
"behold! the new new forest in four hundred shades of green
Stretching out before us where it always should have been
A botanical thesaurus for as far as the eye can see"

Nightfall on the motorway to damascus
The heavenly angel looked at me
And said "well, what's it gonna be?
The long haul, or the shorter way to damascus?
Choose with care and you will find that one day there will come a time
When the silhouetted ruins of the crumbling cooling towers
Are but ivy-clad reminders of a long-forgotten power"
Must the monkeys leave gibraltar's rock and ravens flee the tower
Before we look and see ourselves for what we really are?

Priests and fools say
We are but animate clay
Rude vessels
Housing immortal souls

But the dead only quickly decay
They don't go about being born and reborn
And rising and falling like souffl

Little acts of kindness
Make us all feel better
Unexpected flowers
Unrequested letter

So when somebody calls you
Give a friendly answer
And when somebody fails to call
Remember that we've all been there before

Little acts of kindness
Ill-conceived and reckless
Stay in bed this morning
Let me make you breakfast

So when somebody needs you
Do your best to help them
Cos when somebody needs your help
Remember

If you really love him and there's nothing that i can do
Don't try to spare my feelings, just tell me that we're through

And make it easy on yourself, 'cos breaking up is so very hard to do

If the way i hold you can't compare to his caress
No words of consolation will make me miss you less,

My darling.. if this is goodbye, i just know i'm gonna cry,
So run to him before you start crying too...

You're so transparent, i can guess without question
You need something or other to cover your expression
I bought you some sunspecs from the local hipsters' store
I need you more or less, you need me more and more

I'm so transparent, you can guess without question
I need something or other to cover my expression
Buy me some sunspecs, the kind of ones you wore
From the local hipsters' store
You need me more or less, i need you more and more

I could be a smack freak
And hate society
I could hate god
And blame dad
I might be in a holocaust
Hate hitler
Might not have a child
And hate school
I could be a sad lover
And hate death
I could be a neuro
And hate sweat
No
I hate my way

I make you in to some
I can't rise above the church
I'm caught in a jungle
Vines tangle my hands
I'm always so hot and it's hot in here
I say it's all right

My pillow screams too
But so does my kitchen
And water
And my shoes
And the road
I have a gun in my head
I'm invisible
I can't find the ice

A slug
I'm tv
I hate

A boy was tangled in his bike forever
A girl was missing two fingers
Gerry ann was confused
Mr. huberty
Had a gun in his head

So i sit up late in the morning
And ask myself again
How do they kill children?
And why do i want to die?
They can no longer move,
I can no longer be still...