Zephyr Soul

Hey man he came from a jazz camp
An’ his eyes were as deep as hell
An’ she sits in his head so sure so cold
An’ she stays in his mind
An’ she just smiles

Looking down the faces of the people that I know
Lucky seven kisses from heaven
An’ she just smiles

An’ she eats at his heart
In a wicker cage of hurt
An’ she walks on white coal
She breathes a zephyr soul

It doesn’t hurt him anymore
It’s just a little bit sad
He remembers her good side
But non of her bad
An’ she just smiles

He’s tired an’ he’s drunk
An’ hungry an’ cold
Didn’t get what he wanted
Just another night old
He gave body and soul
She gave nothing at all
An’ she just smiles

An’ she eats at his heart
In a wicker cage of hurt
An’ she walks on white coal
She breathes a zephyr soul

An’ she eats at his heart
She’s just tearin’ him apart
An’ she walks on white coal
She breathes his zephyr soul


NPP Dec. 1988

Underground

Oh small figurine, sittin’ skinny inbetween
Gave your time and they bent your back
Left you with a crowning cap

Face of folded skin, antique hands, oriental grin
Clothe, feed, child and wife
Time honoured time and the pain of life

Oh, underground
Close my eyes and I feel the sound
Oh, underground
Drowning in the crowd of the lost and found

Old man his day secure, one rubber band, the news and the world
Time crossed granite face
Nylon mack sittin’ neat in place

Hardened hands, another day, hard earned pension on its way
Rule Brittania dream
Longin’ for the glory days he’s seen

Oh, underground
Close my eyes and I feel the sound
Oh, underground
Drowning in the crowd of the lost and found

And next dressed to the nine, camel coat hush puppy shine
Heavy gold and a heavy sweat
Wipes again his drippin’ head

Heather girls spinning round, breezin’ through their own fairground
Knotted hair, woolly arms
Sellin’ them flowers and good luck charms

Oh, underground
Close my eyes and I feel the sound
Oh, underground
Drowning in the crowd of the lost and found

Ohma diddlely-diddlely ohma way now
Ohma diddlely-diddlely ohma way now

UK c.1987
D-C-G or A-G-D

It Could Be Worse

Come here m’lad, I’ve got something to say
Me and yer ma, well she’s going away
She’s got a new lover, her name is Jill
At least that way she don’t need no pill

And while I’m about it, I’m gonna come clean
Late nights at the office, I was with yer Aunt Jean
But remember one thing, when things seem bad....

It could be worse
It could be worse

An’ there’s yer sister, just crazy like that...
Her real dad was yer mum’s tick-tack
Yer brother’s a graduate of borstal and crime
Football ‘n’ banks, he’s now doin’ time

Drinking and gambling have left me with debt
The house gotta go, an’ life’s like that
But remember one thing, when things go bad

It could be worse (backing vocal: cos love’s supreme)
It could be worse (backing vocal: cos love’s supreme)

Whatever you do don’t worry don’t fret
Life’s jus’ a game, you give an’ you get
Don’t get blue, don’t get sad
Blue an’ sad can send you mad

You gotta get along, whatever might come
It’s OK to cry, hold yer head up high
And remember one thing, when things go bad

It could be worse (backing vocal: cos love’s supreme)
It could be worse (backing vocal: cos love’s supreme)


Conceived 1985
For Barbara as of 22 Oct 2013!