~1990~ She's made of tomorrow And her visage is fair But as sugar in the darkness, She is going nowhere The daylight across her face Keeps her vision impaired While the sun, and the moon, and the stars Make up her hair She is raging against time Altogether in perfect form She knows what her name is And she's wearing her favourite furs Now she's come 'round the bend Like she knows my name All adorned in a garment Of fortune and fame She says she's a goddess Of Earth and she can't be tamed Yet all the while claims that her salt, It shall never drain She is raging against time Altogether in perfect form She knows what her name is She is raging against time Altogether in perfect form Wearing her favourite furs, And she knows what her name is She is coming of age Yet ageless, just the same But only a fool'd waste his time Playin' her games She is raging against time Altogether in perfect form She knows what her name is She is raging against time Altogether in perfect form Wearing her favourite furs, And she knows what her name is ©2018 Futile Records, LTD.

~1989~ There's nothing left, here, for you and me No homestead, as far as the eye can see Just bitter, blackened soil, As we traverse this scorched earth There's nothing left on the desolate ground No signs of life; don't make a sound! Why do you look on, in disbelief? If you open your eyes, it's easy... And I tell you I can't win But at least that's something I can believe in And I know that it's a sin But I'm telling you, now That it's keeping me (A L I V E) There is nothing left, in this world, for you and me Nothing left as far as the eye can see Why do you wallow in the unbelief that what's easy for you Isn't easy for me? And I tell you I can't win But at least that's something I can believe in And I know that it's a sin But these atrocities you've been feeding me, They are keeping me (A L I V E) ©2018 Futile Records, LTD.

~1984~ Can you hear me, call out your name? Or does it all just sound the same? Do you remember when we were children? Or is it a lost cause? 'Cos it smells of soap It tastes of pain And loss Would you believe that I'm calling to you? But you don't care for nostalgia, do you? Do you remember when we were children? Or is it a lost cause? 'Cos it smells of soap It tastes of pain And loss Will you vouch for my senses? Won't you just take my word for it? 'Cos it smells of soap It tastes of pain And loss Will you vouch for my senses? Won't you just take my word for it? 'Cos it smells of soap It tastes of pain And loss ©2018 Futile Records, LTD.

~1992~ There's no reason to feel safe Inside or out on the street 'Cos there's always someone standing there Dabbling in Philosophy What a shame that it was all an accident (2x) There is no way to know what's going down And no one is to be believed But to stand on solid ground is pure lunacy And to fall under scrutiny What a shame that it was all an accident (3x) There's a hole in the soul of a great voodoo creole And he's bleeding all over the oriental rug Won't someone say something? What a shame that it was all an accident (4x) ©2019 Futile Records, LTD.

~1993~ Deep in the heart of the rugged heartland, There once lived a soul And deep in the annals of American culture, There was a spirit of gold But it gets hard to manage a dying population Of has-beens and never-weres So them big boys bought stock in the whipper snappers And ushered them in with flattering words And one fine day, up on Capitol Hill the insurrection began... They burned the flag, and kicked over statues (And made themselves at home) Their wormed their way into the system (But we should've known) You used to smoke in your house (But now you're painting the walls) They told us they wanted to keep us safe (Now they tell us that their word is law) They say they're after our best interest (But now they've gone too far) Just listen to the way they talk (They'll find you wherever you are) They drink the blood of celebrity (It's the sacramental wine) They want it all, so long as it's free (And if it's free, it's mine!) Desperate measures in desperate times How apropos, they're all jesters and mimes Shooting apathy like it's going out of style Goin' no place fast, no, you'll be here a while I try not to get too much in my head (Sometimes I get carried away) It's all I can do not to envy the dead (But it's harder every day) I take what I like, I refuse to pay And waste away under the Golden Gate Everybody's living, but everybody dies Nobody lasts long, but, by God, do they try They're busy proclaiming they want to be free While they've got us down on our hands and knees As we drink from the chalice of exploitation And let the sensation, sweep over the nation Now in but an instant, my hair turns to gray It all came to pass on this One Fine Day. ©2019 Futile Records, LTD.

~1990~ You always were the one to exclaim "Hip Hip Hooray" On any old, dreary day So long, farewell, so far as I can tell So far, so bad, and in your infantile way You smirk and you say "O why not be glad?" First come, first served, so much for the first fruits of your labour Primarily in vain But it was Hip Hip Hooray That I heard you say, yesterday And the day before that ©2018 Futile Records, LTD.

~1992~ I want to see it all in living colour Beyond the hazy dimness of the camera's eye I want to see the soft light of afternoon sun As it crowns on the skyline of Versailles I want to set sail out on that ocean, blue Where the Titanic sank, and the Mayflower swam And now I'm overlooking the Grand Canyon Surveying the landscapes where those wild horses ran I go weightless as I'm standing there Like I'm the only man in the world, and what do I care Oh, I'm a floating apparition; A passenger on the wings of ancient civilization And if I imagine living a thousand years, I catch but a fleeting glimpse before, it disappears I know it doesn't seem realistically possible To live just as they lived, and as they breathed And even now, sometimes, I find it difficult To ascribe to them their humanity 'Cos painting pictures and projecting films Tells part of the story, but not the whole And should imagination ever fail, I'll just run in reverse, into those days of old I go weightless as I'm standing there Like I'm the only man in the world, and what do I care Oh, I'm a floating apparition; A passenger on the wings of ancient civilization And if I imagine living a thousand years, I catch but a fleeting glimpse before, it disappear And should you ever need to find me, exactly where I am, Be it Constantinople or the Kingdom of Siam, Just look over your shoulder, or just turn the page 'Cos I'm the poster child of the forgotten age (Forgotten age) It's going away It will never be the same Time; it's far too tangible It wears us thin; it makes us old Time; it exists in linear space It drags us across the Earth; it etches lines into our face Time; it's not on our side Nobody takes us as far from home as time does Time; takes no prisoners But even still, it functions as our master ©2019 Futile Records, LTD.

~1990~ And there is something to be said For the way that things used to be 'Cos it's getting quite tricky, these days To keep my head above water, with you And every little thing you do makes me never want to speak, again But I swore on my life I would, to you O what it is to be a loyal friend And they'll make a fool of me, yet Or better yet, I'll turn up dead It was the last thing I said That all man has parts of himself he ought not indulge But perhaps your transgressions, you just ought not divulge 'Cos there's something quite dangerous About the way you call me a friend But then you spit it all back out, in the end 'Cos you just don't seem to care, at all No, you don't seem to care, at all And they'll make a fool of me, yet Or better yet, I'll turn up dead 'Cos when I'm around, it's just not quite the same But I've not got fifteen bucks to my name, anyway No when I'm around, it's not the same, is it, now? It was the last thing I said (Or better, yet I'll turn up dead) ©2018 Futile Records, LTD.

~1989~ I've been taken a trip, across the dust The slat of the Earth; the color of rust And it's all too familiar, but I don't have to wonder why And you know, I don't know what to call this place But I'll keep turning around; I'll keep running the race Have I lost my mind? Or am I just reaching too high? 'Cos one of these days, I'll go back To the house or the home that made me The man that I am, but I'd better not make any plans I've set out on foot; now I'm walking about I cover every inch of the world, outside And I'm by myself, again I remember washing my hands, Watching the water turn black as it hit the sand Oh me, oh my, it's strange what we do recall (I'm surprised that I even remember, at all) But one of these days, I'll go back To the house or the home that made me The man that I am, but I'd better not make any plans And one of these days I'll go back To the landscape that grew me up, from the humble ground I am my circumstances, and I'm formed by the sound One of these days, I'll go back To the house or the home that made me The man that I am, but I know I shouldn't make any plans And one of these days I'll go back To the landscape that grew me up, from the humble ground I am fortified by circumstance and formed by the sound ©2019 Futile Records, LTD.

~1997~ And lo, the world is fading, fading darker, now And yes, the sun is permanently going down Still, here I am, wading around in the deep end of my sorrow And knowing full well, there will be no tomorrow If she wants to fade away, why doesn't she say it? If she wants to be let go, why doesn't she let us know? But until we meet again, you'll always be the eldest friend. And so it's only getting harder to look down from here At the feeble framework of the shell that once housed her But now, I remember all that carried And imagine your burdens left behind Buried within the Earth If she wants to fade away, why doesn't she say it? If she wants to be let go, why doesn't she let us know? 'Cos I remember every word you said, But until we meet again, you'll always be the eldest friend. If she wants to fade away, why doesn't she say it? If she wants to be let go, why doesn't she let us know? And I know that if you're set free, you'll be set apart from me But that's just the price I pay to see you another day 'Cos you'll be there in a better way And I will be with you, to stay And I remember every word you said When I am lying awake, in my but But until we meet again, you'll always be the eldest friend. ©2019 Futile Records, LTD.

~1992~ When the kids get home from school, today Remind them that they still have time to play 'Cos it's easy to forget And when they come to you, all in tears Remind them of the better years "You're not a grown-up, yet" And it gets easier, easier, easier (To forget) When the trivial things fall apart Life becomes a work of art From beginning to the end Don't squander simple pleasures, child Youth is a gift, a joyous smile And you don't have many left But it gets easier, easier, easier (To forget) You made it all scared, to me But what am I supposed to do Now that it's nothin' but a memory..? ©2019 Futile Records, LTD.