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lyrics written by Derek Haines
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ANGEL OF THE STORM
Rolling in like anger,
Growling from the North,
Seeking out to lash,
At the innocence of earth.
Charging in with power,
Delivered by the Gods,
Prepared to vent it’s wrath,
On some poor forgotten sods.
And to it’s wrath she warns,
“Come closer, come closer”,
“To the Angel of the Storm”.
“I open out my arms,
To your fearsome groans,
“I am the Angel of the Storm “.
“Fill me with your power,
Until you are forlorn,
Yes, I will dance with you,
I am the Angel of the Storm”.
The skies clear slowly,
Releasing sunshine warm,
And back she goes to boredom,
The Angel of the Storm.
Derek Haines 1997
Growling from the North,
Seeking out to lash,
At the innocence of earth.
Charging in with power,
Delivered by the Gods,
Prepared to vent it’s wrath,
On some poor forgotten sods.
And to it’s wrath she warns,
“Come closer, come closer”,
“To the Angel of the Storm”.
“I open out my arms,
To your fearsome groans,
“I am the Angel of the Storm “.
“Fill me with your power,
Until you are forlorn,
Yes, I will dance with you,
I am the Angel of the Storm”.
The skies clear slowly,
Releasing sunshine warm,
And back she goes to boredom,
The Angel of the Storm.
Derek Haines 1997
BALLAD OF A SETTLER
I wanna live my life behind a barb wire fence.
With machine gun turrets and a feeling that’s tense.
I want tanks in my garden and a bullet proof car,
And to lock my door always with a cast iron bar.
The life of a settler for me,
My home, far from the sea.
Where my children all say,
I got shot at today,
The life of a settler for me.
It’s a wonderful feeling on the road to my home.
For thirty five miles I travel alone.
With only the company of six lethal tanks,
I arrive home safely with a feeling of thanks.
The life of a settler for me,
My home, far from the sea.
Where my children all say,
I got shot at today,
The life of a settler for me.
All the money I’ve saved because I chose to live,
Here as a settler and not Tel Aviv.
Where the rents are so high, I just rather die,
As a settler out here with my kids.
The life of a settler for me,
My home, far from the sea.
Where my children all say,
I got shot at today,
The life of a settler for me.
Repeat
Derek Haines 2001
With machine gun turrets and a feeling that’s tense.
I want tanks in my garden and a bullet proof car,
And to lock my door always with a cast iron bar.
The life of a settler for me,
My home, far from the sea.
Where my children all say,
I got shot at today,
The life of a settler for me.
It’s a wonderful feeling on the road to my home.
For thirty five miles I travel alone.
With only the company of six lethal tanks,
I arrive home safely with a feeling of thanks.
The life of a settler for me,
My home, far from the sea.
Where my children all say,
I got shot at today,
The life of a settler for me.
All the money I’ve saved because I chose to live,
Here as a settler and not Tel Aviv.
Where the rents are so high, I just rather die,
As a settler out here with my kids.
The life of a settler for me,
My home, far from the sea.
Where my children all say,
I got shot at today,
The life of a settler for me.
Repeat
Derek Haines 2001
BANKS!
I see the gaunt unsmiling face of my neighbour every night,
Trudging back from his day at work, struggling with all his might.
To make a meek existence, to feed and clothe and house,
His much beloved family, and his ever loving spouse.
But as I gaze at this tired young man, working out his heart,
I wonder what he is slaving for, and will he ever start,
To analyse his life he has, and who he is working for.
And why it is that he will be, forever simply poor.
A glance at his statement, of his mortgage from the bank,
Will show the monthly interest, going to the tank,
Of fatcats in the boardroom, in the city far away,
Nine tenths or more of his hard earned cash, disappears their way.
And even though the taxman, slugs him once a week,
He is glad to see that what is left, will keep him on his feet.
Just topping up a little, with his trusty credit card,
To buy his son a birthday gift, and a lovely little card.
And still he trudges on, with the hope, that one day soon,
He will be approved for another card, as the one he’s got balloons,
Just shy of the limit the bank will bear, and still the bills come in,
He knows but will deny, he is at the moneylender’s whim.
So work each day you tired young man, but one day you may see,
My smiling face next door to you, and maybe just ask me,
Why is it that I’m relaxed, and enjoy my life with thanks,
It’s because I pay no interest to those greedy “bloody” banks.
Derek Haines 1998
Trudging back from his day at work, struggling with all his might.
To make a meek existence, to feed and clothe and house,
His much beloved family, and his ever loving spouse.
But as I gaze at this tired young man, working out his heart,
I wonder what he is slaving for, and will he ever start,
To analyse his life he has, and who he is working for.
And why it is that he will be, forever simply poor.
A glance at his statement, of his mortgage from the bank,
Will show the monthly interest, going to the tank,
Of fatcats in the boardroom, in the city far away,
Nine tenths or more of his hard earned cash, disappears their way.
And even though the taxman, slugs him once a week,
He is glad to see that what is left, will keep him on his feet.
Just topping up a little, with his trusty credit card,
To buy his son a birthday gift, and a lovely little card.
And still he trudges on, with the hope, that one day soon,
He will be approved for another card, as the one he’s got balloons,
Just shy of the limit the bank will bear, and still the bills come in,
He knows but will deny, he is at the moneylender’s whim.
So work each day you tired young man, but one day you may see,
My smiling face next door to you, and maybe just ask me,
Why is it that I’m relaxed, and enjoy my life with thanks,
It’s because I pay no interest to those greedy “bloody” banks.
Derek Haines 1998
BLOOD IN THE SAND
There’s blood in the sand, of this Holy Land.
Every grain has been stained, in this sad Holy Land.
By the letting of blood, for 1000’s of years.
Only washed clean, by a mother’s tears.
Who’s lookin’ for peace, in this Holy Land.
Just fighting for TV, in this Holy Land.
Dieing for the TV, will make you a man.
More mother’s tears, to wash the sand.
Under my feet, I tread on years of blood.
With every step, another death in the mud.
Is there a soul, who could save this land,
From the old men of anger, and the devil’s hand.
There’s blood in the sand, of this Holy Land.
Every grain has been stained, in this sad Holy Land.
By the letting of blood, for 1000’s of years.
Only washed clean, by a mother’s tears.
Derek Haines 2001
Every grain has been stained, in this sad Holy Land.
By the letting of blood, for 1000’s of years.
Only washed clean, by a mother’s tears.
Who’s lookin’ for peace, in this Holy Land.
Just fighting for TV, in this Holy Land.
Dieing for the TV, will make you a man.
More mother’s tears, to wash the sand.
Under my feet, I tread on years of blood.
With every step, another death in the mud.
Is there a soul, who could save this land,
From the old men of anger, and the devil’s hand.
There’s blood in the sand, of this Holy Land.
Every grain has been stained, in this sad Holy Land.
By the letting of blood, for 1000’s of years.
Only washed clean, by a mother’s tears.
Derek Haines 2001
BLUES IN MY SHOES
I got them blues honey,
Got them blues in my shoes.
I got them blues honey,
Got them blues in my shoes.
I’m on a road to nowhere,
Got them blues in my shoes.
I don’t come from nowhere,
I don’t go nowhere at all.
I don’t come from nowhere,
I don’t go nowhere at all.
I’m on a road to nowhere,
Got them blues in my shoes.
I’ve been left stranded,
Even though I don’t have a home.
I’ve been left stranded,
Even though I don’t have a home.
I didn’t even have a woman,
Who could leave me on my own.
I got them blues honey,
Got them blues in my shoes.
I got them blues honey,
Got them blues in my shoes.
I’m on a road to nowhere,
Got them blues in my shoes.
I’ve been lost and I been,
Oh so lonesome too.
I’ve been lost and I been,
Oh so lonesome too.
And all I had for company,
Was the blues in my shoes.
I’ll just keep wandering,
‘Til I find my home.
I’ll just keep wandering,
‘Til I find my home.
I know one day honey,
I’ll lose the blues in my shoes.
Derek Haines 2006
Got them blues in my shoes.
I got them blues honey,
Got them blues in my shoes.
I’m on a road to nowhere,
Got them blues in my shoes.
I don’t come from nowhere,
I don’t go nowhere at all.
I don’t come from nowhere,
I don’t go nowhere at all.
I’m on a road to nowhere,
Got them blues in my shoes.
I’ve been left stranded,
Even though I don’t have a home.
I’ve been left stranded,
Even though I don’t have a home.
I didn’t even have a woman,
Who could leave me on my own.
I got them blues honey,
Got them blues in my shoes.
I got them blues honey,
Got them blues in my shoes.
I’m on a road to nowhere,
Got them blues in my shoes.
I’ve been lost and I been,
Oh so lonesome too.
I’ve been lost and I been,
Oh so lonesome too.
And all I had for company,
Was the blues in my shoes.
I’ll just keep wandering,
‘Til I find my home.
I’ll just keep wandering,
‘Til I find my home.
I know one day honey,
I’ll lose the blues in my shoes.
Derek Haines 2006
DISGRACEFULLY
I don’t cut my hair,
Only shave once a week.
I dress up for no one,
I like bare feet.
As each day goes by,
I get more lines on my face.
And all I want to be,
Is a complete disgrace.
Because I’m gonna,
Get old disgracefully,
Get old disgracefully,
Get old disgracefully,
I’m gonna,
Get old disgracefully.
I wink at the girls,
And they look in disgust.
As I sit right beside them,
On the peak hour bus.
They try to stay cool,
As I sit there and leer.
The poor little darlings,
Have nothing to fear.
Because I’m just,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
I’m,
Gettin’ old disgracefully.
I eat what I want,
And I drink what I please.
I don’t see no doctors,
Cause I got no disease.
I creak and I crunch,
And I can’t walk far.
But I got plenty of time,
To play my guitar.
Because I’m,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
I’m,
Gettin’ old disgracefully.
I’m way past my best,
But I’m not dead yet.
So the world’s gonna suffer,
For a long time yet.
Because I’m,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
I’m,
Gettin’ old disgracefully.
Because I’m,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
I’m,
Gettin’ old disgracefully.
Derek Haines 2005
Only shave once a week.
I dress up for no one,
I like bare feet.
As each day goes by,
I get more lines on my face.
And all I want to be,
Is a complete disgrace.
Because I’m gonna,
Get old disgracefully,
Get old disgracefully,
Get old disgracefully,
I’m gonna,
Get old disgracefully.
I wink at the girls,
And they look in disgust.
As I sit right beside them,
On the peak hour bus.
They try to stay cool,
As I sit there and leer.
The poor little darlings,
Have nothing to fear.
Because I’m just,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
I’m,
Gettin’ old disgracefully.
I eat what I want,
And I drink what I please.
I don’t see no doctors,
Cause I got no disease.
I creak and I crunch,
And I can’t walk far.
But I got plenty of time,
To play my guitar.
Because I’m,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
I’m,
Gettin’ old disgracefully.
I’m way past my best,
But I’m not dead yet.
So the world’s gonna suffer,
For a long time yet.
Because I’m,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
I’m,
Gettin’ old disgracefully.
Because I’m,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
Gettin’ old disgracefully,
I’m,
Gettin’ old disgracefully.
Derek Haines 2005
DON’T FORGET YOUR GUN, SON
Don’t forget your gun Son,
Don’t forget your gun.
You enjoy your day at school Son,
But don’t forget your gun.
Don’t take no shit at school Son,
Don’t take no shit at school.
You remember the golden rule Son,
Take your gun to school.
Just like our president Son,
He don’t take no shit at all.
He just says ‘shoot’ man,
And blasts a foreign school.
So you wanna be important Son,
You better learn this well.
Blasting holes in kids my Son,
Will serve your future well.
Don’t forget your gun Son,
Don’t forget your gun.
Your days at school will learn you,
Why the USA is number one.
Killin’ kids in school Son,
Is what our bomber pilots do.
So you train hard for now my Son,
And enjoy your day at school.
Derek Haines 2001
Don’t forget your gun.
You enjoy your day at school Son,
But don’t forget your gun.
Don’t take no shit at school Son,
Don’t take no shit at school.
You remember the golden rule Son,
Take your gun to school.
Just like our president Son,
He don’t take no shit at all.
He just says ‘shoot’ man,
And blasts a foreign school.
So you wanna be important Son,
You better learn this well.
Blasting holes in kids my Son,
Will serve your future well.
Don’t forget your gun Son,
Don’t forget your gun.
Your days at school will learn you,
Why the USA is number one.
Killin’ kids in school Son,
Is what our bomber pilots do.
So you train hard for now my Son,
And enjoy your day at school.
Derek Haines 2001
FEEL MY KALASHNIKOF!
Come and see my Kalashnikof,
It’s big and black,
And it will blow your head right off!
All I want to do,
Is to feel my Kalashnikof!
Come and see my Kalashnikof,
With it in my hands,
I feel really tough.
I’m a real tough guy,
When I feel my Kalashnikof!
Derek Haines 2001
It’s big and black,
And it will blow your head right off!
All I want to do,
Is to feel my Kalashnikof!
Come and see my Kalashnikof,
With it in my hands,
I feel really tough.
I’m a real tough guy,
When I feel my Kalashnikof!
Derek Haines 2001
GALILEE HEAT WAVE
I’ve been up north if the Holy Land.
I travelled around and seen what I can.
But I gotta tell you about what I felt,
And what I remember of this sacred belt.
(Chorus x 2)
I struck a Galilee heat wave,
A boiling hot heat wave.
I lost five gallons of sweat,
And ain’t no one I met,
Liked the Galilee heat wave.
I walked in the steps of the Man JC.
Saw where he multiplied bread by the sea.
Saw where two fishes fed all the crowd.
But I gotta tell you this, and say it out loud.
(Chorus x 2)
I struck a Galilee heat wave,
A boiling hot heat wave.
I lost five gallons of sweat,
And ain’t no one I met,
Liked the Galilee heat wave.
Derek Haines 2001
I travelled around and seen what I can.
But I gotta tell you about what I felt,
And what I remember of this sacred belt.
(Chorus x 2)
I struck a Galilee heat wave,
A boiling hot heat wave.
I lost five gallons of sweat,
And ain’t no one I met,
Liked the Galilee heat wave.
I walked in the steps of the Man JC.
Saw where he multiplied bread by the sea.
Saw where two fishes fed all the crowd.
But I gotta tell you this, and say it out loud.
(Chorus x 2)
I struck a Galilee heat wave,
A boiling hot heat wave.
I lost five gallons of sweat,
And ain’t no one I met,
Liked the Galilee heat wave.
Derek Haines 2001
JERUSALEM SYNDROME
I’m looking for a cure,
To my disease that I am sure,
Will end my life in loss,
By being nailed to a cross.
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I’ve got a dose of the Jerusalem Syndrome.
Ask me for a sign,
I’ll turn water into wine,
Go and tell your daughter,
Watch me walk on water.
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I’ve got a dose of the Jerusalem Syndrome.
I’m on the Via Delorosa,
Come a little closer,
Kneel down beside me,
Don’t you recognize me?
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I’ve got a dose of the Jerusalem Syndrome.
I was looking for a cure,
But now you’ve kissed my hand I’m sure,
You won’t be going home,
Now you’ve caught my sad syndrome.
We think we’re Jesus Christ!
We think we’re Jesus Christ!
We think we’re Jesus Christ!
We think we’re Jesus Christ!
Will someone came and take us all away!
We think we’re Jesus Christ!
We think we’re Jesus Christ!
We think we’re Jesus Christ!
We think we’re Jesus Christ!
Will someone came and take us all away!
Derek Haines 2001
To my disease that I am sure,
Will end my life in loss,
By being nailed to a cross.
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I’ve got a dose of the Jerusalem Syndrome.
Ask me for a sign,
I’ll turn water into wine,
Go and tell your daughter,
Watch me walk on water.
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I’ve got a dose of the Jerusalem Syndrome.
I’m on the Via Delorosa,
Come a little closer,
Kneel down beside me,
Don’t you recognize me?
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I think I’m Jesus Christ!
I’ve got a dose of the Jerusalem Syndrome.
I was looking for a cure,
But now you’ve kissed my hand I’m sure,
You won’t be going home,
Now you’ve caught my sad syndrome.
We think we’re Jesus Christ!
We think we’re Jesus Christ!
We think we’re Jesus Christ!
We think we’re Jesus Christ!
Will someone came and take us all away!
We think we’re Jesus Christ!
We think we’re Jesus Christ!
We think we’re Jesus Christ!
We think we’re Jesus Christ!
Will someone came and take us all away!
Derek Haines 2001
METRO, BOULOT, DODO
The alarm clock rings,
Shower and dry.
Dress and comb,
It’s breakfast time.
No time to waste,
No time to spare.
Quick drink of coffee,
And straight out the door.
Metro, boulot, dodo,
Always on the go-go.
Never time to go slow,
Always time to go Joe.
Metro, boulot, dodo.
There’s a train to catch,
No time to waste.
Seven thirty seven,
Oh shit I’m late.
Race out the door,
Where is the bus?
Here it comes,
Same faces I trust.
Metro, boulot, dodo,
Off to work, Oh No!
Life’s just like a yo-yo.
What’s today, I don’t know.
Metro, boulot, dodo.
Tuesday, Wednesday,
Monday, what?
It’s always work,
What’ve I got?
Not enough money,
Not enough time.
No time to rest,
It’s like doing time.
Metro, boulot, dodo,
Always working solo.
Make some money, hope so,
Always fast and don’t slow.
Metro, boulot, dodo.
Look at their faces,
All doing time.
Work til they drop,
A fate like mine.
Gotta work to live,
Work to eat.
Live to work,
It can’t be beat.
Metro, boulot, dodo,
Life? It’s sort of so, so.
Another life I won’t know,
Life is just a low blow.
Metro, boulot, dodo.
Ten hour day,
Finished at last.
Run for the train,
Don’t miss the last.
I made it in time,
Sleep on the train.
Oh shit it’s my stop,
Now walk in the rain.
Metro, boulot, dodo,
What’s tomorrow, don’t know.
I think it’s Friday, hope so,
No, it’s Wednesday, God no!
Metro, boulot, dodo.
Home at last,
It’s dark and cold.
The fridge is bare,
The bread is old.
A glass of beer,
Perhaps a wine.
A can of beans,
Then dodo time.
Metro, boulot, dodo,
Can I sleep? I don’t know.
Bills and debts that won’t go,
When I’ll stop I don’t know.
Metro, boulot, dodo.
Today was the same,
As a thousand before.
Tomorrow the same,
And the day after, more.
Train and work,
And sleep and train.
Work and sleep,
And train again.
Metro, boulot, dodo,
Always on the go-go.
Life is like a yo-yo,
Can’t afford to go slow.
Metro, boulot, dodo.
Metro, boulot, dodo.
Metro, boulot, dodo.
Metro, boulot, dodo.
Metro, boulot, dodo.
Derek Haines 2007
Shower and dry.
Dress and comb,
It’s breakfast time.
No time to waste,
No time to spare.
Quick drink of coffee,
And straight out the door.
Metro, boulot, dodo,
Always on the go-go.
Never time to go slow,
Always time to go Joe.
Metro, boulot, dodo.
There’s a train to catch,
No time to waste.
Seven thirty seven,
Oh shit I’m late.
Race out the door,
Where is the bus?
Here it comes,
Same faces I trust.
Metro, boulot, dodo,
Off to work, Oh No!
Life’s just like a yo-yo.
What’s today, I don’t know.
Metro, boulot, dodo.
Tuesday, Wednesday,
Monday, what?
It’s always work,
What’ve I got?
Not enough money,
Not enough time.
No time to rest,
It’s like doing time.
Metro, boulot, dodo,
Always working solo.
Make some money, hope so,
Always fast and don’t slow.
Metro, boulot, dodo.
Look at their faces,
All doing time.
Work til they drop,
A fate like mine.
Gotta work to live,
Work to eat.
Live to work,
It can’t be beat.
Metro, boulot, dodo,
Life? It’s sort of so, so.
Another life I won’t know,
Life is just a low blow.
Metro, boulot, dodo.
Ten hour day,
Finished at last.
Run for the train,
Don’t miss the last.
I made it in time,
Sleep on the train.
Oh shit it’s my stop,
Now walk in the rain.
Metro, boulot, dodo,
What’s tomorrow, don’t know.
I think it’s Friday, hope so,
No, it’s Wednesday, God no!
Metro, boulot, dodo.
Home at last,
It’s dark and cold.
The fridge is bare,
The bread is old.
A glass of beer,
Perhaps a wine.
A can of beans,
Then dodo time.
Metro, boulot, dodo,
Can I sleep? I don’t know.
Bills and debts that won’t go,
When I’ll stop I don’t know.
Metro, boulot, dodo.
Today was the same,
As a thousand before.
Tomorrow the same,
And the day after, more.
Train and work,
And sleep and train.
Work and sleep,
And train again.
Metro, boulot, dodo,
Always on the go-go.
Life is like a yo-yo,
Can’t afford to go slow.
Metro, boulot, dodo.
Metro, boulot, dodo.
Metro, boulot, dodo.
Metro, boulot, dodo.
Metro, boulot, dodo.
Derek Haines 2007
NO SMILES, BIG TITS
Big tits!
Big tits!
Big tits!
Big tits!
Big tits!
No smiles!
Big tits!
Big tits!
No smiles!
Big tits!
I’m in the land of gravel,
Israel man, you see,
So I’m sittin’ in the street
And what do you think I see?
I see,
No smiles, big tits,
No smiles, big tits,
No smiles, just fear,
No smiles, just fear.
Big tits!
Big tits!
Big tits!
No Smiles!
Big tits!
I’m in the land of God,
Israel man, you see,
I’m lookin’ for a sign,
But what do you think I see?
I see,
No smiles, big tits,
No smiles, big tits,
No smiles, just fear,
No smiles, black hats.
Big tits!
Big tits!
Big tits!
No Smiles!
Big tits!
I’m in the land of hate,
Israel, man you see.
I’m lookin’ for some hope,
But what do you think I see?
I see,
No smiles, big tits,
No smiles, big tits,
No smiles, just fear,
No smiles, just fear.
No smiles, black hats,
No smiles, black hats,
No smiles, big guns,
No smiles, big guns,
No smiles, big tits,
No smiles, big tits,
No smiles, just fear,
No smiles, just fear
repeat
Derek Haines 2001
Big tits!
Big tits!
Big tits!
Big tits!
No smiles!
Big tits!
Big tits!
No smiles!
Big tits!
I’m in the land of gravel,
Israel man, you see,
So I’m sittin’ in the street
And what do you think I see?
I see,
No smiles, big tits,
No smiles, big tits,
No smiles, just fear,
No smiles, just fear.
Big tits!
Big tits!
Big tits!
No Smiles!
Big tits!
I’m in the land of God,
Israel man, you see,
I’m lookin’ for a sign,
But what do you think I see?
I see,
No smiles, big tits,
No smiles, big tits,
No smiles, just fear,
No smiles, black hats.
Big tits!
Big tits!
Big tits!
No Smiles!
Big tits!
I’m in the land of hate,
Israel, man you see.
I’m lookin’ for some hope,
But what do you think I see?
I see,
No smiles, big tits,
No smiles, big tits,
No smiles, just fear,
No smiles, just fear.
No smiles, black hats,
No smiles, black hats,
No smiles, big guns,
No smiles, big guns,
No smiles, big tits,
No smiles, big tits,
No smiles, just fear,
No smiles, just fear
repeat
Derek Haines 2001
PLACES
I’d like to tell you of the places I’ve been.
I’ve been to London to visit the Queen.
When I arrived she wasn’t home.
I think it’s because I forgot to phone.
I went to Memphis to see the King.
When I got there he wasn’t in.
Someone said the King was dead.
But I’m sure he was just asleep in his bed.
I flew to Berlin to see the wall/
But when I got there, there was nothing at all.
Just the Brandenburg Gates big and bold.
I’ll search again before I get old.
When I went to see the Pope.
My luck was out, I felt like a dope.
He was making saints in Croatia somewhere.
So I just got to see a big empty chair.
I’d like to tell you of the places I’ve seen.
And all of the people I’ve never seen.
It’s always the same wherever I go.
I should have been there a month ago.
Derek Haines 2003
I’ve been to London to visit the Queen.
When I arrived she wasn’t home.
I think it’s because I forgot to phone.
I went to Memphis to see the King.
When I got there he wasn’t in.
Someone said the King was dead.
But I’m sure he was just asleep in his bed.
I flew to Berlin to see the wall/
But when I got there, there was nothing at all.
Just the Brandenburg Gates big and bold.
I’ll search again before I get old.
When I went to see the Pope.
My luck was out, I felt like a dope.
He was making saints in Croatia somewhere.
So I just got to see a big empty chair.
I’d like to tell you of the places I’ve seen.
And all of the people I’ve never seen.
It’s always the same wherever I go.
I should have been there a month ago.
Derek Haines 2003
SHOW ME
Show me a place for my humble existence,
Where I can survive without constant resistance,
To unequalled division of natural resources,
And an inhuman reliance on military forces.
Where our elected elite don’t cocksuck the greedy,
And don’t piss on the poor, the average and needy.
The anger I feel when I see corporate greed,
And corrupt use of money, not driven by need.
Show me a place with compassion and care,
A place of clean soils, and breathable air.
Where children can run, freely to play,
Not just be prepared for their first slaving day.
Show me a place where taxation is fair,
Where the poor pay their tax, and the rich pay their share.
Where the voted elite, are held to a call,
After they grab all the tax, and then fritter it all.
On the frivolous whims of the powerful few,
And to the needy and poor, they say “Fuck you!”
“Be grateful you’re breathing” they think with a sneer,
“You’ll have forgotten we’ve fucked you”, by the election next year.
Show me a place where freedom is real,
Or am I just dreaming of an unrealistic ideal.
Well, my friend, I will dream.
Derek Haines 1998
Where I can survive without constant resistance,
To unequalled division of natural resources,
And an inhuman reliance on military forces.
Where our elected elite don’t cocksuck the greedy,
And don’t piss on the poor, the average and needy.
The anger I feel when I see corporate greed,
And corrupt use of money, not driven by need.
Show me a place with compassion and care,
A place of clean soils, and breathable air.
Where children can run, freely to play,
Not just be prepared for their first slaving day.
Show me a place where taxation is fair,
Where the poor pay their tax, and the rich pay their share.
Where the voted elite, are held to a call,
After they grab all the tax, and then fritter it all.
On the frivolous whims of the powerful few,
And to the needy and poor, they say “Fuck you!”
“Be grateful you’re breathing” they think with a sneer,
“You’ll have forgotten we’ve fucked you”, by the election next year.
Show me a place where freedom is real,
Or am I just dreaming of an unrealistic ideal.
Well, my friend, I will dream.
Derek Haines 1998
THE JERUSALEM BLUES
Gotta foot each side of the Green Line,
Got my left in the west,
Got my right in the East,
Lookin’ at them Jerusalem blues.
Lookin’ at the blues,
Lookin’ at the blues,
Lookin’ at them Jerusalem blues.
You’ll talk to me, and they’ll talk to me,
But I know the score,
You can’t talk to them!
Lookin’ at them Jerusalem blues.
Lookin’ at the blues,
Lookin’ at the blues,
Lookin’ at them Jerusalem blues.
I can see the smoke,
I can hear the guns,
I can see the tears,
I can see them Jerusalem blues.
Lookin’ at the blues,
Lookin’ at the blues,
I know the score, 3000 years of grief,
But is there any hope?
You all have belief.
Lookin’ at them Jerusalem blues.
Lookin’ at the blues,
Lookin’ at the blues,
Lookin’ at them Jerusalem blues.
I’ve got them Jerusalem blues.
I’ve got them Jerusalem blues.
I’ve got them Jerusalem blues.
Derek Haines 2001
Got my left in the west,
Got my right in the East,
Lookin’ at them Jerusalem blues.
Lookin’ at the blues,
Lookin’ at the blues,
Lookin’ at them Jerusalem blues.
You’ll talk to me, and they’ll talk to me,
But I know the score,
You can’t talk to them!
Lookin’ at them Jerusalem blues.
Lookin’ at the blues,
Lookin’ at the blues,
Lookin’ at them Jerusalem blues.
I can see the smoke,
I can hear the guns,
I can see the tears,
I can see them Jerusalem blues.
Lookin’ at the blues,
Lookin’ at the blues,
I know the score, 3000 years of grief,
But is there any hope?
You all have belief.
Lookin’ at them Jerusalem blues.
Lookin’ at the blues,
Lookin’ at the blues,
Lookin’ at them Jerusalem blues.
I’ve got them Jerusalem blues.
I’ve got them Jerusalem blues.
I’ve got them Jerusalem blues.
Derek Haines 2001
THERE’S BLOOD IN THE SAND
There’s blood in the sand, of this Holy Land.
Every grain has been stained, in this sad Holy Land.
By the letting of blood, for 1000’s of years.
Only washed clean, by a mother’s tears.
Who’s lookin’ for peace, in this Holy Land.
Just fighting for TV, in this Holy Land.
Dieing for the TV, will make you a man.
More mother’s tears, to wash the sand.
###
Under my feet, I tread on years of blood.
With every step, another death in the mud.
Is there a soul, who could save this land,
From the old men of anger, and the devil’s hand.
There’s blood in the sand, of this Holy Land.
Every grain has been stained, in this sad Holy Land.
By the letting of blood, for 1000’s of years.
Only washed clean, by a mother’s tears.
Repeat from ###
Derek Haines 2001
Every grain has been stained, in this sad Holy Land.
By the letting of blood, for 1000’s of years.
Only washed clean, by a mother’s tears.
Who’s lookin’ for peace, in this Holy Land.
Just fighting for TV, in this Holy Land.
Dieing for the TV, will make you a man.
More mother’s tears, to wash the sand.
###
Under my feet, I tread on years of blood.
With every step, another death in the mud.
Is there a soul, who could save this land,
From the old men of anger, and the devil’s hand.
There’s blood in the sand, of this Holy Land.
Every grain has been stained, in this sad Holy Land.
By the letting of blood, for 1000’s of years.
Only washed clean, by a mother’s tears.
Repeat from ###
Derek Haines 2001
TWO AM
Two in the morning,
It’s quiet ‘round here.
Two in the morning,
There’s no one to hear.
Two in the morning,
I’ll not make a peep,
Two in the morning,
I wish I could sleep.
Two in the morning,
The clock moves so slow.
Two in the morning,
Some memories won’t go.
Two in the morning,
There are secrets I keep.
Two in the morning,
I wish I could sleep.
Two in the morning,
A time to ask why?
Two in the morning,
You hear yourself sigh.
Two in the morning,
A good time to weep.
Two in the morning,
I wish I could sleep.
Two in the morning,
When you’re all alone.
Two in the morning,
Nobody to phone.
Two in the morning,
When life is so deep.
Two in the morning,
I wish I could sleep.
Two in the morning,
A good time to think.
Two in the morning,
A bad time to drink.
Two in the morning,
A time to count sheep.
It’s four in the morning,
I think I shall sleep.
Derek Haines 1998
It’s quiet ‘round here.
Two in the morning,
There’s no one to hear.
Two in the morning,
I’ll not make a peep,
Two in the morning,
I wish I could sleep.
Two in the morning,
The clock moves so slow.
Two in the morning,
Some memories won’t go.
Two in the morning,
There are secrets I keep.
Two in the morning,
I wish I could sleep.
Two in the morning,
A time to ask why?
Two in the morning,
You hear yourself sigh.
Two in the morning,
A good time to weep.
Two in the morning,
I wish I could sleep.
Two in the morning,
When you’re all alone.
Two in the morning,
Nobody to phone.
Two in the morning,
When life is so deep.
Two in the morning,
I wish I could sleep.
Two in the morning,
A good time to think.
Two in the morning,
A bad time to drink.
Two in the morning,
A time to count sheep.
It’s four in the morning,
I think I shall sleep.
Derek Haines 1998
WHEELS
I need some wheels,
Cause I gotta go.
I need some wheels,
To get on the road.
I need some wheels to lighten my load.
I’d love a Corvette,
Or a Ford Rodeo.
Maybe a Mustang,
Or a topless Mondeo.
The only thing that stops me is,
That I ain’t got no dough.
chorus
I used to have money,
I was rolling in dough.
I used to have money,
But now I got nothing to show.
Spent it all on women,
And then they’d get up and go.
I want a Mercedes,
Or a red E Type Jag.
A black BM Roadster,
Or an old Triumph stag.
The only thing that stops me is,
There’s no money in my bag.
chorus
I used to have money,
I was rolling in dough.
I used to have money,
But now I got nothing to show.
Drank it all in bars,
And I didn’t drink slow.
I’d take a Buick,
Or and old Dodge if you say.
I’ll take a Combie,
Or a beat up old FJ.
I’ll even take a pushbike,
If you’ll send me on my way.
chorus
I used to have money,
I was rolling in dough.
I used to have money,
But now I got nowhere to go.
I guess I’ll just stay here,
And go with the flow.
repeat
Derek Haines 2003
Cause I gotta go.
I need some wheels,
To get on the road.
I need some wheels to lighten my load.
I’d love a Corvette,
Or a Ford Rodeo.
Maybe a Mustang,
Or a topless Mondeo.
The only thing that stops me is,
That I ain’t got no dough.
chorus
I used to have money,
I was rolling in dough.
I used to have money,
But now I got nothing to show.
Spent it all on women,
And then they’d get up and go.
I want a Mercedes,
Or a red E Type Jag.
A black BM Roadster,
Or an old Triumph stag.
The only thing that stops me is,
There’s no money in my bag.
chorus
I used to have money,
I was rolling in dough.
I used to have money,
But now I got nothing to show.
Drank it all in bars,
And I didn’t drink slow.
I’d take a Buick,
Or and old Dodge if you say.
I’ll take a Combie,
Or a beat up old FJ.
I’ll even take a pushbike,
If you’ll send me on my way.
chorus
I used to have money,
I was rolling in dough.
I used to have money,
But now I got nowhere to go.
I guess I’ll just stay here,
And go with the flow.
repeat
Derek Haines 2003
WHERE IS PALESTINE, BABY?
Can you show me the way to Palestine baby?
I’ve looked on the map, but I can’t find it anywhere baby.
I learnt about Palestine at school, yes I did baby.
Can you show me the way to Palestine baby?
You cannot hide a country,
Where is Palestine baby?
We’re standing in the streets of East Jerusalem baby.
I can see the people from Palestine everywhere baby.
If I can see the people, where is Palestine baby?
Can you show me the way to Palestine baby?
You cannot hide a country,
Where is Palestine baby?
I can see the minarets pointing to the sky baby.
I can hear the muezzin calling to the faithful baby.
I know I must be close, close to Palestine baby.
Can you show me the way to Palestine baby.
You cannot hide a country,
Where is Palestine baby.
What do you mean, there ain’t no Palestine baby?
Everyone has heard of Palestine, haven’t they baby?
So you sayin’ I’ll never get to Palestine baby.
Well, I reckon I have already found Palestine baby.
It may not be on a map,
But I know I’m in Palestine baby.
It may not be on a map,
But I know I’m in Palestine baby.
It may not be on a map,
But I know I’m in Palestine baby.
Derek Haines 2001
I’ve looked on the map, but I can’t find it anywhere baby.
I learnt about Palestine at school, yes I did baby.
Can you show me the way to Palestine baby?
You cannot hide a country,
Where is Palestine baby?
We’re standing in the streets of East Jerusalem baby.
I can see the people from Palestine everywhere baby.
If I can see the people, where is Palestine baby?
Can you show me the way to Palestine baby?
You cannot hide a country,
Where is Palestine baby?
I can see the minarets pointing to the sky baby.
I can hear the muezzin calling to the faithful baby.
I know I must be close, close to Palestine baby.
Can you show me the way to Palestine baby.
You cannot hide a country,
Where is Palestine baby.
What do you mean, there ain’t no Palestine baby?
Everyone has heard of Palestine, haven’t they baby?
So you sayin’ I’ll never get to Palestine baby.
Well, I reckon I have already found Palestine baby.
It may not be on a map,
But I know I’m in Palestine baby.
It may not be on a map,
But I know I’m in Palestine baby.
It may not be on a map,
But I know I’m in Palestine baby.
Derek Haines 2001
WHERE WERE YOU?
Where were you when Kennedy died?
Can you remember when the shot got fired?
I was a kid just six years old.
But I remember, I remember Oswald.
I remember the place,
I remember the time,
I remember something was lost.
Where were you when Elvis left?
The king is dead the radio said.
I was twenty-one and newly wed.
But I remember. The King is dead.
I remember the place,
I remember the time,
I remember something was lost.
Why do I remember,
Death and tragedy?
Why do I remember,
These days so clearly?
Where were you when John got shot?
Shot by a fan, imagine the shock.
I was thirty and hurt, I did love John.
But I remember, Oh God John’s gone.
I remember the place,
I remember the time,
I remember something was lost.
Where were you when Di got killed?
Can you remember, how the world stood still?.
I was forty and learning to fear.
That tragedy strikes year after year..
I remember the place,
I remember the time,
I remember something was lost.
Why do I remember,
Death and tragedy?
Why do I remember,
These days so clearly?
Derek Haines 2003
Can you remember when the shot got fired?
I was a kid just six years old.
But I remember, I remember Oswald.
I remember the place,
I remember the time,
I remember something was lost.
Where were you when Elvis left?
The king is dead the radio said.
I was twenty-one and newly wed.
But I remember. The King is dead.
I remember the place,
I remember the time,
I remember something was lost.
Why do I remember,
Death and tragedy?
Why do I remember,
These days so clearly?
Where were you when John got shot?
Shot by a fan, imagine the shock.
I was thirty and hurt, I did love John.
But I remember, Oh God John’s gone.
I remember the place,
I remember the time,
I remember something was lost.
Where were you when Di got killed?
Can you remember, how the world stood still?.
I was forty and learning to fear.
That tragedy strikes year after year..
I remember the place,
I remember the time,
I remember something was lost.
Why do I remember,
Death and tragedy?
Why do I remember,
These days so clearly?
Derek Haines 2003
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