Mental Lottery Chinese Chicken

(Lyrics from the album)

All The News Of The World

The day is reaching an end now
Time to spend some time
What a message to send now
Driving me out of my mind
It’s OK to say you’re doing fine now that it’s over
You’re glad you once were mine but now you’ve another
On the line
And all the news of the world doesn’t match the way I am feeling
All the news of the world forgets the story you are leaving me
Behind

Fold the papers away now
There’s nothing left to say
Send the letters away
There’s no-one else to pay
It’s OK to say the business is all done, now that it’s over
Turn the final page and close the cover
And sign
And all the news of the world has missed the deadline
All the news of the world doesn’t equal the headline
You’re not mine, any more. You’re not mine, any more. You’re not mine any more
It’s the news of the world.
It’s the news of the world.
All the news of the world.
It’s all the news of the world.

Bad For Business

High heels and hot wheals
Stiletto shoes and razor steels
Diamond rings with a shoulder cut
Keep your eyes wide open and your mouth tight shut
We've just gone several rounds of passion
But I can't tell you in the usual fashion
Cos a lover like you might just be bad for business

Heaven sent and heady scent
No-one knows where evening went
Little kisses leave a trail of fire
Burning up I got just one desire
I've a head full of crazy visions
But I'd better wait for someone’s permission
Cos a lover like you might just be bad for business

You tell me sweet nothings are nothing at all
You look swell and I fell when you gave me the call
But when you leave it's a greed it's a long way to fall
So long, so hard, check me out on my calling card

I've heard the odd word
It could be love but it's so absurd
So quick and so slow
Hot wax as the candles glow
You could become a personal obsession
I pick up fast and I've learnt my lesson
A lover like you might just be bad for business

Same Old Story

I remember, I caught you in a show
Your eyes were bright, with the tale you told
Love is new, but the story is old

Time together, time we had to spend
You turned to me, turning from a friend
Like you needed someone when love is at an end

Late at night your keepsake still reminds me
How I let my own compassion blind me

It’s an elaborate game
When your turn comes, you will do the same
Love is old, but the story is the same

Late at night your keepsake still reminds me
How I let my own compassion blind me

I remember, I caught you in a show
Your eyes were bright, with the tale you told
Love is new, but the story is old
Love is new, but the story is old
Love was new, but the story is old

Room For The Day

After so many hours it’s hard to believe the time is almost here
So many miles, so many sighs, so many times I’ve wished that you were near
Now at last you stand before me, real and clear and solid to my touch
If this is all we ever have nothing we could give would be too much

We
Have the room
For the day

Time is frozen for the moment, it and everything and we are one
Only space between us ever, in this place today the space is gone
All our waiting, meditating, contemplate mistakes we may have made
Should we love, expect so much, should we part and go our separate ways?

We
Have the room
For the day

Hardly chance to pause for breath before I’m up and running from your side
So many words are left unsaid, so little time we had in which to hide
Did it really happen that way that we were for a while as free as air?
No evidence, nothing left except the haunting feeling we were there.

We
Had the room
For the day.

Snowfall

Lonely feeling as dead as ground
The high days of summer, the colours and sound
An evening’s dream of love to be found
Lost under snowfall

Heavy the leaves, flowers in bloom
A scent of passion, the heart’s distant boom
Desire woven in hammering loom
Lost under snowfall

No fear of ageing, preserved in winter’s chill
Ambition fading, the empty page unfilled

Passion that flamed, fire in the air
A love that was hope, turned to despair
Frozen to nothing as if never there
Lost under snowfall

No fear of ageing, preserved in winter’s chill
Ambition fading, the empty page unfilled

Colder than ice, colder than stars
The blanketing white hides all the scars
A change of season from Venus to Mars
Lost under snowfall.

When The Morning Comes

You breathe out
I breathe in
Contact
Skin to skin
And when the contact’s broken
There still remains a line
Words remain unspoken
And end in just a sigh

I breathe out
You breathe in
You count
My rhythm
The clock is going slower
As time is winding down
You hold on to my hand
But you can’t hold a sound

So when the morning comes
I’ll be on my way
When the morning comes
You know I cannot stay
When the morning comes
I’ll be gone.

I draw breath
I draw the line
You hold breath
You hold on to time
Fingers of light begin
To grasp the coming day
Tomorrow can never be
There’s nothing left to say

So when the morning comes
I’ll be on my way
When the morning comes
You know I cannot stay
When the morning comes
I’ll be gone.

So when the morning comes
I’ll be on my way
When the morning comes
You know I cannot stay
When the morning comes
I’ll be gone.

At The Health Club

Welcome to the health club
Now the time has come to turn your life around
Welcome to the health club
Now you choose to lose your body by the pound
Step up the machine, we know where you have been
So wave bye-bye
Welcome to the health club
Now it’s time to change our fate with just a sigh

Welcome to the health club
Now the time has come to give it all away
Welcome to the health club
That you have said all there is you have to say
Your therapist is here to take care of your needs
And make things clear
Welcome to the health club
Here is your last chance to hold on to what’s dear

Welcome to the health club
Now the time has come to be going down
Welcome to the health club,
Feel the rhythm, see your heart race and pound
Connect up to the machine, you know what we have seen
And now you’re on your way

No Reprieve

Late in the afternoon
[Sunlight shining fair
Fluorescent Striplights
Starve the very air

The trees outside the window
You see them in the breeze
Hanging flags at half-mast
Reaching for some ease

As you come to realise
There’s no way out, no way out
Trying hard to believe
There’s no reprieve, no reprieve.

Limp and plastic curtains
Close around your bed
Cutting you off from view
Deep inside your head

You remember a sunny day
Running as a child
Things you will look back on
Memories stockpiled

Time is running thinner now
This is how we leave
Hanging on to the air
There’s no reprieve, no reprieve

There’s an open window
You can feel the breeze
You look forward to the light
But you know longer see the trees

Limp and plastic people
Turn and walk away
Cutting you off from view
You were here today

You remember another world
Running as a child
The past another country
From which you’re now exiled

Time is over, has run out
Time has come to leave
Time has gone, like the air
There’s no reprieve

There’s no reprieve
There’s no reprieve
There’s no reprieve
There’s no reprieve