Fairytale Of New York

Oh My Sweet Carolina Feat. Sean Stewart

The Clockwork and the Maker

Silverlace Syllable

Letter

Cheers for dropping in to see me it was a pleasure I can assure
But I think I owe an explanation I owe you that and more
Cos you caught me at a bad time when I was chilled, laid back you see
An’ I didn’t get the chance to explain myself properly
You see its hard being me up here on my golden throne
I get blamed for everything I mean throw a man a bone
And for everyman that hates me there’s another who loves me
And I’ve always been a sucker for the praise of man you see

But I day make the bombs that you drop upon your heads
And I day make the word’s you use to influence what’s said
In coffee shops and pubs, parliaments and courts
I didn’t make the lies you make and type into reports
And you may cause atrocities and put them in my name
And you may kill men for me because you think they bought me shame
But these are acts of man and not of the divine
I just built the framework you made the design

So don’t you go blaming all your problems on me
Until a comet hits your earth and then I’ll have to see
Cos you cut down the trees to make the beds in which you lie
And you built the walls that constrain your minds that make you break and cry
So take this letter and heed my word
I am no excuse for you committing the absurd
It’s your greed and hunger that makes you what you are
It’s your shame and guilt that makes you blame a fictitious star

Cos you know this aint no letter that’s been sent from up above
You know it aint no prose written from an omnipotent love
This comes from deep inside you, inside your so called soul
This is your unconscious, telling you what you know
If you want to mess up the world in which you live
Then that’s your prerogative but I’m not here to forgive
You only get one shot at it and you fill yours with shame
Not from a great deity but those you consider lame

And right you won’t burn in hell if you choose to kill and steal
And right you won’t live in bliss if you choose to live and heal
But the only thing you have is the body in which you walk
And the only tool you have is your mouth so make it talk
Not of greed and capital and always wanting more
Not of hate and death with no will to explore
The richness of the world in which you exist
And the way in which you change it, please desist

Thom Bartley