Zap Gun

Far Right thugs on the streets of my town,
the ship is sinking and I fear I might drown.
Did we anger the universe with greed very vast,
when blessings for our families was all that we asked?

(Chorus)
I see the ratings and I watch 'em slide,
they tell the story of a fratricide.
The verdict's in an' it's bona fide,
the steep declining of my side;
the slow extinction of my pride.

Old man posting leaflets in the noon of the day,
adjusting his mailbag as he shuffles away.
His puzzled eyes as he closes each gate,
like he has all the answers, but they came too late.

(Chorus)
I see the ratings and I watch 'em slide,
they tell the story of a fratricide.
The verdict's in an' it's bona fide,
the steep declining of my side;
the slow extinction of my pride.

The tragic Last Rites for Albion's soul,
are left to the banker and the internet troll.
I say a farewell to all the things I adore,
and leave the oration to the semantically poor.

(Chorus)
I see the ratings and I watch 'em slide,
they tell the story of a fratricide.
The verdict's in an' it's bona fide,
the steep declining of my side;
the slow extinction of my pride.

I'm a native son of fields and rivers,
a life in the wilderness seldom delivers.
'Farmacia' runs through a cycle of neon,
it all starts with you to Creation's last aeon.

(Chorus)
I see the ratings and I watch 'em slide,
they tell the story of a fratricide.
The verdict's in an' it's bona fide,
the steep declining of my side;
the slow extinction of my pride.

I hear the voices and I wanna hide... can't sleep inside...

(Intro/refrain)
You don't love me anymore,
not the way you did before.
But I'll be fine now that you're gone,
because I know you're not the one.

(Because I know you're not the one...)


You cast me out from you're Eden,
but that was not your choice even.
The riches that bring me most wealth,
are those I gather for myself.

(Because I know you're not the one...)

Nights out with your entourage,
that was all just camouflage.
The hook-ups down in the garage,
for you love is like espionage.

(Because I know you're not the one...)

You don't love me anymore,
not the way you did before.
But I'll be fine now that you're gone,
because I know you're not the one.

Because I know you're not the one...

The trees made way, before the flood,
were guardians of the neighbourhood.

The birds made way, destructive mist,
engulfed them they could not resist.

The Sun made way, when comet-tailed,
arrows in the sky prevailed.

The Sea made way, diminished tides,
attest to heinous matricide.

Take a friend to the hospital in the evening,
I come up with a tune late at night.
I found the strength today,
and held the world at bay,
now I know that I can touch the light.
Find myself in the wilderness in the morning,
and implicate the daybreak in my plight.
The choices that I made,
in infinite cascades,
are pouring down the windscreen of my hindsight.

I think my thoughts are somehow proof,
but they're only mind pictures,
not a lasting truth.

Sure I was drowning, but I was wrong,
things I needed were inside me all along.. all long.

On a train I'm travelling overground,
feeling tired my head begins to pound.
Send an e-mail, going with the flow,
watch the traffic on the road below.

In the London, in the London rain,
in the London rain, in the London rain...

Corner store in Docklands stop for food,
songs I'm playing elevate my mood.
Lit up water, metal spiderwebs,
happy just to follow where I'm led.

In the London, in the London rain,
in the London rain, in the London rain...

Headlights blinding, Blackfriars underpass,
in a taxi, memory's broken glass,
showing pictures that vibrate then fade,
infiltrate the luminous parade.

In the London, in the London rain,
in the London rain, in the London rain...

Cardboard shelter, pain I can't relieve,
drop some change, am humbled to receive,
words that hold no malice and no guile,
'Thank you brother', permeating smile.

In the London, in the London rain,
in the London rain, in the London rain...

Vauxhall Bridge, the river darkly shines,
murky waves that form obscure designs,
lead the eye to ornaments that gleam,
sound and faces conjured in a dream.

In the London, in the London rain,
in the London rain, in the London rain...

Midnight train, defying solid ground,
window-ghosts and darkness all around.
Send a WhatsApp, my mind running slow,
sowing seeds of words I hope will grow.

In the London, in the London rain,
in the London rain, in the London rain...

Things she said, echoing around my head.
Things we saw, fill my head and I want more.
The things she said...

First time I saw her I fell.
Whispered her name like a spell.

Because it sounded right,
like the way I feel tonight -
now she's gone, but it's not broken...

Things she said, echoing around my head.
Things we saw, fill my head and I want more.
The things she said...

Knew that she liked me as well.
Way that she smiled I could tell.

So we filled our nights,
with shining, coloured lights -
and words of love, softly spoken...

Things she said, echoing around my head.
Things we saw, fill my head and I want more.
The things she said...

The good things they fade, so it seems.
She's still mine, but only in dreams.

She ain't here today,
and all I got to say -
I need the love she's awoken...

The things she said, the things she said...(fade)

The trees made way, before the flood,
were guardians of the neighbourhood.
The trees made way, but in their shade,
once joyful forest creatures played!

The trees made way, none did demand,
the smiting of the woodman's hand.
The trees made way, unselfish act,
of nature's broad autodidact.

(The trees made way, they had no voice,
the trees made way, with little choice!)

The trees made way, their thousand years,
of being, did not warrant tears?
The trees made way, though no one cried,
their passing solemn, dignified?

The trees made way, see how the morn,
grieves for the limbs that have been torn.
The trees made way, now sun that shines,
seeks spreading boughs from earlier times.

The trees made way, never again,
to offer shelter from the rain.
The trees made way, the winds' tirades,
no longer meet with barricades.

The trees made way, does not their dearth,
renounce the cycle of rebirth.
The trees made way, to maintain pace,
of progress for a different race!

When I first saw you, left me there out of breath,
couldn't believe the sweetness I'd found.
Blue sky above me, like a sign, more or less,
you turned my head girl, round and around.

You and me , sugary hours.
You and me , sugary hours.

Sun in the bedroom, afternoon traffic sounds,
voices that carry up from the street.
Ordin'ry moments captured in memory,
beginning a story love will complete.

You and me , sugary hours.
You and me , sugary hours.

Sun in the bedroom, afternoon traffic sounds,
breeze through the window, ruffles the sheet.
Ordin'ry moments captured in memory,
beginning a story love will complete.

You and me , sugary hours.
You and me , sugary hours...