"Typewriter Torment"

   
Typewriter torment, dreadful disease
Caught it the first day I touched the keys
You wear down your fingers and churn out your pap
It eats up your life like a dose of the clap
Typewriter torment it tortures me still
If only my doctor could see that I'm ill
Typewriter fever it harries me still
If only my doctor would give me a pill
Typewriter fever gives birth to a flood
It sweeps through your body and curdles your blood
You curse and discurse but you're damned for all time
The moment your fingers give birth to a rhyme
Typewriter fever it harries me still
If only my doctor would give me a pill
Typewriter fever I'm worn to a stub
I've dumped my Thesaurus and pulled out the plug
I'm rending my ribbon and bending my spool
Don't bother rewinding: I'm done with it all
But why can't my doctor just say that I'm ill?
Typewriter fever is paying his bill.

"Eight Days A Week"

   
Ooh I need your love babe
Guess you know it's true
hope you need my love babe
just like I need you
hold me love me
hold me love me
I ain't got nothing but love babe
eight days a week
Love you every day girl
always on my mind
one thing I can say girl
love you all the time
hold me love me
hold me love me
I ain't got nothing but love babe
eight days a week
Eight days a week I love you
Eight days a week is not enough to show I care

"Something Magic"

   
In the centre of the storm
something magic being born
When the world is torn apart
by the beating of a heart
Like a dam about to burst
Like a drunkard's crazy thirst
In the centre of the storm
something magic being born
It's the dark hours of the soul
when the nightmares take their toll
when the shadows come to mock
against the ticking of the clock
When the demons of the night
come like vultures for their bite
In the dark hours of the soul
when the nightmares take their toll
It's the dawning of the day
night-time's panic swept away
When the clouds which seemed so dark
are exchanged for morning's lark
When the stars which burnt so bright
are exchanged for morning light
In the dawning of the day
Nightime's panic swept away

"Skating On Thin Ice"

   
You were the player
and you played it cool
I was the stranger
and I played the fool
you were the teacher
and you were the best
I was the seeker
and I failed the test
We were always skating on thin ice
Shaking the wrong dice
Swimming against the tide
Playing on the wrong side
Yes you were the player
and you were so cool
I was the greenhorn
King of the fools
Painting the picture
to fit with the frame
Changing the players
to fit with the game
You were the searcher
out for the sky
I was the traveller
just passing by
You were the taker
and you gave the call
I was the faker
and I dropped the ball

"Wizard Man"

   
Wizard man's got a magic tooth
Carry it low but keep it loose
Don't wait for Christmas when the four winds blow
When they carry you out you're gonna have to go
Wizard man's got a pocketful of lead
Keep a clear eye and a steady head
Don't wait for Christmas 'cos it's bound to snow
When they carry you out you're gonna have to go
Wizard man's got an angel's heart
Show it slow but do it sharp
Don't wait for Christmas join a travelling show
When they carry you out you won't want to go

"The Mark Of The Claw"

   
A question of judgement decided in haste
A case of malfunction an error of taste
A moment of madness occasioned by stress
A classic misjudgment a God-awful mess
The moment of panic preceding the crash
The sickening terror the defeating smash
A loud wail of sirens descend on the scene
The camera dissolves a crescendo of screams
The memory's imprinted like some dreadful sore
The fearful reminder: the mark of the claw
A question of judgement concerned in the case
The method of access regarding the place
The possible motive the absence of blood
the theories unanswered regarding the thud
The outcome was certain the jury was hung
Their verdict resolved by ruling of thumb
The judgement was mercy: they tendered the plea
The judge raised his hand and the prisoner was free

"Strangers In Space"

   
Strangers in space
passing through time
Travellers in haste
Partners in crime
Trace of a feeling
Trace of regret
Hard to remember
Hard to forget
Something uncovered
Something unsaid
Strangely repeated
long ago dead
Hard to remember
Hard to forget
Strangers in space
Travellers in time
passing in haste
Partners in crime
Trace of a feeling
Trace of regret
Hard to remember
Hard to forget
Fruits of discovery
some distant form
Something repeated
Something reborn
trace of a feeling
Trace of regret
Hard to remember
Hard to forget

"The Worm And The Tree"

   
Into a great tree a small worm did go
It wormed its way inwards and soon it did grow
The tree was unhappy but what could it do?
It stood there in silence: the worm grew and grew
The tree was unhappy but what could it say
The worm kept on growing the tree sank away
The worm was so greedy it ate more each day
And each day it ate more the tree shrank away
The worm was so loathsome it felt no disgrace
The birds had been silenced the sun shunned that place
And all of the forest grew fearful to see
What terrible fate lay in store for the tree
The worm grew so monstrous its greed knew no bounds
The smell was so awful if poisoned the ground
And all of the creatures that lived in the wood
Were sickened and starving the worm spoiled their food
The birds would not sing and the sun could not shine
The forest lay dirty and blackened with grime
Now down in the forest a young man went riding
He passed by the great tree and saw it was dying
The leaves and the bark were all rotten and rife
The tree had been poisoned and drained for its life
He stripped of a piece of the bark of the tree
And straight'way he know what the right cure should be
The man built a fire and chopped down the tree
The worm started screaming it could not break free
It trashed and it lashed but it could net break loose
Trapped in that tree like a thief in a noose
The worm burst asunder a vile smelling crust
He hacked it to pieces and burnt it to dust
The forest seemed clearer and peacful at last
Like after a storm when the rainclouds have passed
And although the great tree was fallen and dead
They knew from the ashes a new life would spread
Yes although the great tree had fallen and died
They knew from the ashes a new one would thrive
Now years may have passed since the tale I have told
Yet the truth of this story does still seem to hold
Although from a great tree a small worm may grow
That eats it with poison and tortures its soul
The worm can be killed yet the tree be not dead
For from the roots of the elder a new life will spread

"The Truth Won't Fade Away"

   
(Brooker / Fisher / Reid)

We were young, we were brave, we were true, we were strong
Far away the bombs an' the buildings explodin'
there was no way out
It was black, it was white, we had so much to say
Right or wrong... The truth won't fade away
We had our hopes, we had our dreams, we were young, we were old
We saw our future self-destructing: there were roles that we played
Some were good, some were bad: there was so much to say
Right or wrong... The truth won't fade away

"Holding On"

   
(Brooker / Reid)

Zika nor nama ... hesah!
Through this hourglass
Sands are running fast
In deserted plains
Kingdoms write their names
On these burning sands
Kingdoms show their hands
In these killing fields
Soldiers show their steel
The men who play the gods of war
They stay behind the guarded door
And hostages who seek release
They're crying out to keep the peace
Holding on... Holding on
One day we will be free, one day if we're strong
Holding on... Holding on
Through the shadows cast to a brighter day
In these fields of stone
Far away from home
In this vale of tears
The men who play the gods of war
They stay behind the guarded door
Religious leaders teachin' hate
Praise the war and call it fate