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I can still remember
the last time we played on “Top Gear“

and so each little song
was less than three minutes long
Mike squeezed a solo in some how

all those who like our longer tunes
it seemed polite to cut them down
to little bits they might be hits
who gives an after-all
tell me how would you feel
in the place of John Peel
you just can’t please
all of the musicians all the time

playing now is lovely
here in the BBC
we’re free to play almost if long and if loud
as a jazz group or an orchestra on Radio 3

there are dancehalls and theatres
with acoustics worth than here
not forgettin’ the extra facilities
such as a tea machine just along the corridor

so to all our mates
like Kevin, Caravan and the old Pink Floyd
allow me to recommend “Top Gear“
despite it’s extraordinary name

yes playing playing now is lovely
here in the BBC
we’re free to play almost as long and as loud
as the foreign language classes

and that John Cage interview
and the jazz groups
and the orchestras on Radio 3

popstars drink each others vine
blow each others off
hope before compagnionship
and then perhaps free birth
plants eating fresh of bloods of earth
bound up in concepts and dreams
and fear are worth things to come
they never do things stay the same

music making still
performs the normal function
back ground annoys the peoples
eating and talking and drinking and smoking
that’s alright by ours
don’t think that we’re complaining
after all it’s only leisure time isn’t it

I could almost sing the tone
in a nice time or voice
if I had to I’ll be glad to
it’s lovely nice to be here
so let’s open the reel again
to see with what the manners do
but if you might complain
it just comes from the mind
of a kiddie or a young lady
and if you come from the sun
you just com from a man into thinking
but you’re alright with your soul
before this feeling dies
remember I could be telling lies

now I love your eyes
see how the time flies
I think it’s so great
you seems to change your thing
by working and playing
something new in every way
can be yours in a day
but I’m wonder what I’m really saying
so just before this feeling dies

remember I maybe telling lies

fulsom, white lights, adverts
I don’t check, bend her
up to rumours
ancient life
playing live

WE DID IT AGAIN

we did it again

HOPE FOR HAPPINESS

hope for happiness

WHY ARE WE SLEEPING

it begins with a blossom and it ends with a curse
making life easy, it will making it worse
“my mask is my master” the troubador weeps
but the voices are weak as he speaks from his sleep
said:

why are we sleeping

people I’m watching and people who stare
I’m waiting for something but it’s already there
“tomorrow I’ll find it” the troubador screams
and I remember he’s hungry and he’s drowned in his dreams
said:

why are we sleeping

my head is a nightclub with glasses under wine
and the customers dancing and I just making time
“my baby is cursing” the customer’s screamed
now everyone’s shouting: ”get out of my dreams”
said:

why are we sleeping