But I Love You

You can drive in the stake
Cut the head off the snake
You won't remove the poison without love 

If you don't love you're dead
If you do, they'll kill you
And you take orders from above 

I’ll take my last great journey to paradise
On the banks of the River Ganges
But before that I've got to spend some time
Smashing hell out of my tambourine 

Sibylline prophecies
Have me down on my knees
But we must go on with the show 

And if the mother Mary
In a vision to me
Sets my path to enlightenment aglow 

I can just see the garlands of golden bells
And the angels calling for me
But before that I've got to spend some time
Smashing hell out of my tambourine 

When the Battle is lost
At a hell of a cost 
Over land or way out at sea 

In the hall of the slain
Let them whisper my name
At the table ready to eat 

Yes I'll feast with the gods in Valhalla
Where the dead heroes beckon to me
But before that I've got to spend some time
Smashing hell out of my tambourine

My Tambourine

Flickering Fire Light

May Day

We Carry A New World In Our Hearts

Valley Honey 

Valley Honey set my heart alight 
Knock me out and keep me warm alright
A raw wild flower in the summer night
A memory to hide in when you're high 
Keep on flowing like the shining sun
Keep on going until the morning comes 

We'll be singing when the weekend's here
And we'll be swinging from the chandeliers
Pick me up and throw me out
They're celebrating and the music's loud
Bacchus is knocking hard upon the door
But I'm full up and I can't take no more 

Valley Honey set my heart alight 
Knock me out and keep me warm alright
A raw wild flower in the summer night
A memory to hide in when you're high 
Keep on flowing like the shining sun
Keep on going until the morning comes

Valley Honey

Phryne

I love symmetry
First I see it in your eyes
Then I see it in your body
From your hips down past your thighs
I love symmetry baby
I like to see both sides
Phryne - are you a goddess in disguise?

I shake uncontrollably
'Cause you're so fine
I had rhythm in my bones
But now I can't keep time 
You bust the beautiful
And you bust the sublime
Phryne - you're a goddess in my eyes

Step up out of the sea
With your naked body
Let your hair down for me
Phryne
Phryne

Phryne

Where did you go? 

Within a birch wood's coloured light 
I sat and saw the silky blue sky smile
In the near silence white like snow 

Dressed in green or red and gold
Akulina - I did behold
Where did you go? 

Sheltered through the rain and breeze 
Almost enticed me up from on my knees
Bedecked with flowers in all her finery 

A sad faced girl propped up a tree
Akulina - did not see me
Where did you go? 

The rich man's son sweeps to the ground
With cruel sneers her spirit he breaks down
Blue cornflowers and the tears pour now 

For a wasted disappearing heart
Akulina - Where did you go?
Where did you go?

Where Did You Go?

You Better Lock Down 

You've been lounging around in your silk dressing gown,
Sipping on a cognac with the blinds pulled down,
You dim the lights and contemplate the higher mysteries of love 

But there's belief and holy magic in the warm home banks,
There's not enough money but they can give thanks,
The one beyond all shapes is grinning at them through the stars above 

You better lock right down in your gated compound,
Smoke is rising from the pit and there's no gettin' away from it,
Soft handed, bone idle parasite going down 

A million slaves to the algorithm stuffed full of hate,
Coming at you drunk and from a former viking state,
Your illuminated manuscripts won't light the way to your escape 

The lone aristocrat in a zero sum game,
But a benevolent one so you're feelin' no shame,
They'll strangle you with your guts and make a cup from your skull all the same 

You better lock right down in your gated compound,
Smoke is rising from the pit and there's no gettin' away from it,
Soft handed, bone idle parasite going down

You Better Lock Down

They fly in circles, sometimes in figures of eight
Sometimes two hours too late
They bring me daydreams
Make us stare up at the sky, just to see what we can find 

He's winning races, spends cash on birds with the prize
But he aint telling his wife
Hey Nantwich Boy, you'll end up going inside For a very long time 

Poor Nantwich Boy
He will be going inside, for the rest of his life
Poor Nantwich Boy
He will be going inside, for the rest of his life
Poor Nantwich Boy
He will be going inside, for the rest of his life
Poor Nantwich Boy
He will be going inside


The Be Bop Kid