Various Martyrs:
’It is not the punishment but the cause that makes the martyr’
- Saint Augustine

When we believed
When we were certain
Set to ‘receive’ and ready to get poured in
All open arms and open hands
All encompassing visions of a promised land
They came and got us then
They came and got us then
When we believed

Saint John and Saint Stephen
Saint Peter Saint Michael
Various martyrs names
On our lips in the lion’s cage

And then we screamed
Laura was first in
Covered our ears as they tore off her limbs
We are a wave washing ashore
We dye the water red to the bottom of the ocean floor
We dye the water red
We dye the water red
And we believe

Saint John and Saint Stephen
Saint Peter Saint Michael
Various martyrs names
On our lips in the lion’s cage
Various martyrs names
Various martyrs names

The Children’s Crusade
”the history of a town is not that of its famous men only, but the story of the tenacity of its unknown fighters in the struggle for existence”
- Ellen Wilkinson ‘The Town That Was Murdered’

You can hear, oh hear us now
Just hold your ears inside your one cupped hand
We are waterless canals
To an arid promised land and how
Our trainers pound great circles out
And always will

All our bones
Are ears of corn under a plough
A billion enfeebled bodies pre-fertilised this ground
And with the cinders of their days
We’ll take the last flickers of flame
And forge an armour in the whitest white-hot disdain

That’s one more
One more one more
Fallen silent thud
That’s one more human floor tile
Face down in the mud
If my arms are up on a cross
I bet my eyes are upon my watch
There’s little else of consequence for men like us

We send the children off to war
They send the children back ignored
And in the ash our lives become
That’s how the coal gets won

Call of the Mild
”There is but one mode by which man can possess in perpetuity all the happiness which his nature is capable of enjoying — that is by the union and co-operation of all for the benefit of each.”
- Robert Owen, ‘The Social System’

We’ll build the new Jerusalem
We’ll build it on the bones of our old friends
We’ll build tall tall walls
We’ll build them high as any man could ever hope to crawl up
Like in the ark before the fall
Pure fortresses of hope

We’ll meet in secret to begin
Oh to be someone inside another life
With better timing
All the offerings we bring
But we never feel consoled

Or alive in our divinity
The virgin and eternity
We’re alive

We gave up our whole lives for it
Our whole lives
Our whole lives

We’re alive in our divinity
The virgin and eternity
We’re alive
And alone is what we are

Humanure
“I would rebel and die in twenty worlds sooner than bear the yoke of thwarted life”
- George Elliot, ‘Armgart’

Hey if we never become
More than a hair in the razor’s lotion
More than a life dissolved
Like a cube of salt
In an ocean of the species
In our bastions of necessity
We’ll hammer our fists on the walls
With our skinny arms

Until we feel
All the things we’d like to feel but can’t feel
For want of the destruction of all hope

Indifferent universe
Measure me out a new hair shirt
Then charge me the tailor’s bill
While i’m sleeping in
A car full of hoods pulls up
Marches my dreams off, cuffed
And whips them again and again and again and again and again

Until we feel
All the things we’d like to feel but can’t feel
For want of the destruction of all hope

Getting over hope
Getting over hope

A Small Man Exhausted
“A small man can be just as exhausted as a great man. He works for a company thirty-six years this March, opens up unheard-of territories to their trademark, and now in his old age they take his salary away.”
- Arthur Miller, Death of a Salesman

So what if I called out
To get some time for what Either/ Or
To get some silence
To get some time to myself

Every once in a while
Every once in a while I guess I know I won’t ever know it

So what
So what
So what

My sentimental feelings as evidence
‘Do you ever dream of something else’
She said 'do you get that feeling when your head is against the wall?
Every once in a while

Sinead
“Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love.”
― Erich Fromm

Sinead,  I’m not over it
You don’t even know the half of it
Over it, out of it
I couldn’t get out if i wanted to

How could I say I miss you
To your answering machine
Used to get excited
Now I don’t even get a small portion of that

I’m singing all of our modern issues
Are of a kind that I don't want to be a part of now
What an awful thing to bear
To still remember when we cared

Sinead I'm not over it
I don't even know how to get out of it
Over it, out of it, I couldn't get out if I wanted to

How do I put a call through
From a desert we call peace
To ask what it’s like
When I can’t even get out of the sticker aisles

How I’ d see your rockets in the air
A kind of coloured light, I tried to live inside of there
Trying to find a sense of worth
In somebody else’s fireworks

Sinead I'm not over it
Everybody knows it
Everybody does

After Work
”They make a desert and call it peace” - Calgalus

On the day of our armistice
We’ll go somewhere after work
To honour an old surrender
And I suppose
No one needs to know about
The full extent of the bodycount
But I have a question for you
Do we have to admit it was all true?

After work gets out
On the proviso you’re interested
I think I have found
Something to get us both out of it

i thought there might have been speeches
Where a parade was supposed to be

On the day of our armistice
I found I barely knew the words
To some old song half remembered
and no one really cared that much
How fire spread through the things we loved

How I had a question for you
do you think we've the grit just to pull through?

After work gets out
On the proviso you’re interested
I think I have found
Something to get us both of it

After work gets out
On the proviso

Cloud Of Uncaring
’Too late Care Bears! Even all your care combined will not be enough to defeat my cloud of uncaring!
It will wash away the caring in everyone it touches!’
- Professor Coldheart

It feels almost like getting even
When I’m sitting in the cold with my cannibal heart
I get this sort of sweet bleeding feeling
And its just another hard day in the abattoir

When I’m sitting in the cold with my cannibal heart
When I’m sitting in the cold with my cannibal heart

It feels almost like the bar’s still open
Even with the engine blown
I can’t help but start
Tying laces together under tables as
We tumble together

Falling from a height and apart
Enter stage right
My inner monologue
A heathen wish inside the dark

Say its over
End the sorrow
And I won’t feel ashamed

In clouds of uncaring
I don’t know if I’m wanted or where I’m wanted if I’m wanted all
And I don’t know if I’m wanted
How I want it
If I’d want it all

Let’s roll roll coal hey
Enter stage right
As inner monologue
A heathen wish inside the dark

Say it’s over
End the sorrows
And I go up in flames

VIva La Muerte
‘We have no fear of them,’ he shouted, ‘let them come and see what we are capable of under this flag.’ A voice was heard crying ‘¡Viva Millán Astray!’ ‘What’s that?’ cried the general. ‘No vivas for me! But let all shout with me “¡Viva la muerte!”’ (Long live death!) The crowd echoed this famous slogan. He added, ‘Now let the reds come! Death to them all!'
Thomas, Hugh, The Spanish Civil War

Amy - I don’t feel as strange, do you?
Of the difference in my mind and my shy dreams and all of it
That you thought of as an anchor
I made into an oar

What you thought of as an anchor
I made into an oar

Amy I remember me and you
Pulling chewie from the pile in the carpets of the world
I see more than I did, now

But as ever before
How do we know
All of my answers are the same as anyone’s
What you thought of as an anchor
I made into an oar

What you thought of as an anchor
I made into an oar

And It was killing me inside to ask you
How do we know
All of my answers are the same as anyone’s

We stand outside and starving now
Among the messes that we’ve made
Of the wonders that we built

You and I
You and I
Killing something wonderful
You and I

I’m Not Inclined
“If I ever did one good thing in all my life, I regret it from my very soul.” Aaron, Titus Andronicus Act 5 Scene 3

Sitting on my heels
Resting on my laurels
Reject invitation
I don’t go out anymore

Start a life from scratch
Tender is the moment
To prove my self again
I just don’t have the fucking energy

The cost of living here is
Tearing me apart

Sarah I don’t
Feel like I’m at home
I’m not inclined to be anything
I’m not inclined to

Start a life from scratch
Tender is the moment
To prove myself again
I just don’t have the fucking energy

Sarah I don’t
Feel like I’m at home
I’m not inclined to be anything
I’m not inclined to
Sarah I don’t

Owe you another moment
I’m not inclined
I’m not inclined
I’m not inclined
I’m free

To care
I’m not inclined to ever see you there
I’m not inclined
I’m not inclined
I’m not inclined

Start a life from scratch