THE BOND (BRISTOL HYMN)

When the hour is small

and the thoughts are long

and the soft rain falls

and any one

can be your friend

and Mammon’s grip has been released

and Kronos’s reign has been sus-pended

 

You can feel the bond (you can feel the bond)

and you want to hold on (and you want to hold on)

until the cruel dawn (until the cruel dawn)

 

When the stones are old

where the pirates trod

and they’re still not cold

and any one

can draw some warmth

and Winter’s grip has been released

and Want’s mis-rule has been sus-pended

 

CHORUS

 

When the bricks are red

and the walls are tall

where they packed the weed

and anyone

can draw some peace

and the factory’s grip has been released

and Taylor’s rule has been reprie-ved

 

CHORUS

 

SHE SAID, IT’S NOT A WAR, IT’S A DANCE

BETWEEN THE TIDE AND THE LAND / BETWEEN THE GOOD AND THE BAD

AND THEN SHE STRETCHED OUT HER HAND

SWEET DARK AND

EVANESCENT

 

When the engines hum

as they load the bombs

when the guns are shipped

and anyone could be undone

and the flutter of life is on the wheel

and Aphro-di-te’s work lies bloody and broken –

 

I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT

I DON’T WANT TO KNOW

IT ALL HAPPENED SUCH A LONG LONG TIME AGO

I DON’T WANT TO BELIEVE IT

I DON’T WANT TO CELEBRATE IT

I JUST WANT TO LEAVE IT IN THE HANDS OF FATE

AND HISTORY –

WE BUILT THIS CITY

WE BUILT THIS CITY

WE BUILT THIS CITY

ON BLOOD AND CHOC-OLATE

 

When the tide is high

and the boats are in

and the Stevedore flies

and anyone

can be his hand

and Neptune’s whims have been overcome

and Babel’s spell has been un-done

 

You can feel the bond (you can feel the bond)

and you want to hold on (and you want to hold on)

until the cruel dawn (until the cruel dawn)

until the cruel dawn

 

© Wolfgang Küchler 2013

 

THE BOND (BRISTOL HYMN)

JOE

Sometimes somebody comes

banging a different drum

not an inch between them

and the truth

and you know what makes them tick

and you know what makes you click

and you know you’re never gonna lose

that truth

 

Joe Joe Joe why did you go?

I wanna know

why the good die young

why did your body have to fail

long before

your song was song

 

Sometimes somebody speaks

right from deep inside

saying what you’ve a good mind to hear

and you know they coulda kept quite

coulda had an easy life

but now you know you’re never gonna give in

to fear

 

Joe Joe Joe why did you go?

I wanna know

why the good die young

why did your body have to fail

long before

your race was run?

 

Sometimes somebody stands

right in front of the line

knowing the time has come, come what may

and you know you wanna stand alongside

and there’s nothing wrong with pride

and the time has gone for hiding

today

 

Joe Joe Joe why did you go?

Oh yes I know

how the good die young

but why did your body have to fail

long before

your song was sung?

 

Sometimes somebody moves

leaves their past behind

not an inch between them

and the tide

and you know they’re not alone

and they’re not the only one

and the time has finally come

to take sides

 

Joe Joe Joe why did you go?

still wanna know

why the good die young

why did your body have to fail

long before

your race was run?

 

Sometimes somebody comes

banging a different drum

not an inch between them

and the truth

 

November 2014

JOE

LISTEN TO THE BIRDS

Listen to the birds

can you hear them sing?

Don’t they know anything?

Look at all the children

can you see them play?

Don’t they know what’s coming?

***

Look at all the young men

training in the fields

Now it’s for real

Look at all the women

climbing up the pole

So many hands to hold

***

Look at all the fishes

swimming in the sea

so many there for you and me

Listen to the birds

can you hear them sing?

Don’t they know anything?

***

And don’t it make you want to cry

and don’t it make you want to fight

to break a whole lotta wrong

for a little piece of right?

LISTEN TO THE BIRDS

RICH

The British Economy

is the 6th biggest in the world

it’s a splendid site for all to see

the bankers are so well oiled

AND YOU SAY

THAT WE CAN’T AFFORD IT

AS YOU STOP BY BETWEEN L.A.

AND SKIING ON THE SWISS FRENCH BORDER

AH BUT WE WERE SO MUCH POORER THEN

WE’RE RICHER THAN THAT NOW

The pool we built in ‘32

is hanging by a thread

the library is gone to flats

the playground’s been

regenerated

AND YOU SAY

THAT WE CAN’T AFFORD IT

AS YOU STOP BY BETWEEN L.A.

AND CYCLING ROUND MALLORCA

AH BUT WE WERE SO MUCH POORER THEN

WE’RE RICHER THAN THAT NOW

so

SELL ME A PHONE TO CHAIN MY SOUL

SELL ME SOME SHOES TO RUN AWAY

LOVE IS AN ISLAND THAT KNOWS NO STORM

UNDERNEATH THE ARCHES I DREAM MY DREAMS AWAY

AND THE BAKER KEEPS THE AVOCADOS STONED

AND NOBODY KNOWS

WHEN THE BAILIFF’S GONNA COME

So you can buy a chip of land

and know you’re gonna win

or stick a ticket in my hand

and tell me it’s no sin (bet safe!)

AND YOU SAY

THAT WE CAN’T AFFORD IT

AS YOU STOP BY BETWEEN L.A.

AND THE HOUSE OF LORDS

AH BUT WE WERE SO MUCH POORER THEN

WE’RE RICHER THAN THAT NOW

RICH

COVENTRY

We went to Coventry

trying to find a future

it was not ours to see

the past stood like a teacher

blocking every street

blocking every view

till we found

the key

(don’t you know that)

Nothing happens anywhere

it’s not the place’s fault

it’s something in the air

forgotten elephant

blocking every street

blocking every view

CHORUS:

SO MANY FIRES YOU LIT

WE COME OUT OF THE ASHES

SEE WHAT WE MADE OF IT

SEE WHAT YOU CALL

CO-

LAT-

TERAL

We’ll plant a garden here

to truth and pain and beauty

with half a Jaguar

and a third of Picardy

and we’ll walk hand in hand

with not a stitch to wear

it’s not the promised land

but you can keep your hair

on

BRIDGE:

BETWEEN THE OLD AND NEW STONES

THE PHOENIX FLIES AGAIN

THERE’S ALWAYS MORE THAN 2 TONES

NOW THAT DOCTOR WHO

PHONES A FRIEND

CHORUS:

SO MANY FIRES YOU LIT

WE COME OUT OF THE ASHES

SEE WHAT WE MADE OF IT

SEE WHAT YOU CALL

CO-

LAT-

TERAL

so let me ask you

What do they teach you at school

except to eat your carrots?

now’s the time to retool

camshafts to carry water

filling every street

filling every view

cos we found the quay

So come on and tell it like it is

ven if they kick your teeth in

there’s our truth, and there’s his

but he can turn and come in

under this red red rock

under this red red rock

CHORUS

SO MANY FIRES YOU LIT

WE COME OUT OF THE ASHES

SEE WHAT WE MADE OF IT

SEE WHAT YOU CALL

CO-

LAT-

TERAL

COVENTRY

LESS IS MORE

Boom boom

there goes the plane

all the way to sunny Spain

Beatle  babies all on board

when will they see that

less is more

 

Less is more

less is more

less is more

more or less

 

Brrm brrm

there goes the car

all the way to Windermere

Gannex mommas all on board

when will they see that

less is more…

 

Yum yum

he’s pulled some pork

see it glisten on his fork

jeans ‘n’ jacket papa scored

when will he see that

less is more…

 

 

 

LESS IS MORE

THE TERMS OF ENDEARMENT

I wanna call you baby I wanna say my love

I wanna call you darling I wanna call you all the things

that I’d not have thought of

before we met – 

CHORUS:

THESE ARE THE TERMS OF ENDEARMENT

OH MY BABY OH MY LOVE

AND I COULDN’T BE ANY MORE VEHEMENT

WHEN I’M CRYING OH MY LOVE

and I trust yes I trust that you’ll see

that now I’ve been through every door

and I’ve crossed every floor

and I’ve emptied all the drawers

that I might mean it more

than I ever meant it before

V2:

Cos I’ve used all these words before with all the love that was in my heart

But every love has its own laws so though I put them in the cart

I’m still gonna use your art to find what’s ours

CHORUS

Oh Oh Oh

V1 repeat

CHORUS/OUTRO (sung as a kind of round)

THESE ARE THE TERMS OF ENDEARMENT, OH MY BABY, OH MY LOVE

COULDN’T BE ANY MORE VEHEMENT, WHEN I’M CRYING, OH MY …

THE TERMS OF ENDEARMENT

BOY

Here he comes

setting his cap in the window

checking the way the older guys walk

the way they talk but

not too much

cos he’s a boy but

he’s gonna man up

Here he comes

lugging a sack down Lamb Street

wondering when will morning come

you’ve done all right son

there’s your pint son

and a girl

to dream on

AND SOMETIMES IT’S SO COLD

BUT IT IS NEVER LONELY

WITH YOUR HANDS ON THE TOOLS

AS YOU LEARN HOW TO USE THEM

STEADY AS YOU GO

READY TO STEP OUT

Here he comes

swinging his bag down the road

walking on walls walking on air

he gets knocked down but

he don’t care

cos he’s a boy and he’s

going somewhere

AND SOMETIMES IT’S SO COLD

AND SOMETIMES IT’S SO LONELY

WHEN YOU HAVEN’T GOT THE TOOLS

AND YOU DON’T KNOW IF YOU WANT THEM

BUT SOMETHING DRIVES YOU ON

COS YOU STILL GOT SOMEONE

TO PIN ON YOUR WALL

Here he comes

ten apples up on top

passing every test

he’s got one eye

over your shoulder

and he’s gonna get harder (and harder)

as he gets older

YET OFTEN IT’S SO COLD

AND OFTEN IT’S SO LONELY

WHEN YOU LOOK AT YOUR NEW TOOLS

AND YOU DON’T KNOW IF YOU WANT THEM

OR WHAT IT IS THAT DRIVES YOU ON

WHEN THERE’S NO ONE LEFT

TO PIN ON YOUR WALL

Cos the deal

the deal is broken

(heaven doesn’t love you any more)

and the girls the girls the girls

the girls have woken

(& they’re swinging your bags down the hall)

and yes you know

these are the tokens

but you need a place

to be yourself

yeah you need a place

to be yourself

and there is a place

where you can be yourself

and you don’t have to put down

anybody else

Here he comes

he just wants to leave his mark

cortIsone coursing through his veins veins veins

in Upton Park

give him an ogre, give him a cause

cos he’s a boy

and that’s okay

yeah he’s a boy

and that’s okay

(don’t be afraid of the girls)

you can be a boy

and not be afraid of the girls…

WK 20.11.18

BOY

THE BALLAD OF THE INTERNAL COLONISATION

Well they kicked us out of the orphanages
and they kicked us all out of the mental homes
then they kicked us out of the libraries
and they kicked us all out of the hospitals
and so we walk the streets
and frighten little children

Then they ripped out all the beautiful wood
and they ripped off all the desks and chairs
ripped out the books some of which we took
but they kept the cornices and they kept the stairs
and so we walk the streets
and frighten little children

Then they broke it all down into little rooms
and lined them all out with plasterboard
and all the bathrooms shine with Italian tiles
and the living rooms decked with oak-faced floor
while we walk the streets
and frighten little children

Then they moved right in to the orphanages
and they moved right in to the mental homes
and they moved right on to the libraries
and they moved into the hospital
while we walk the streets
and frighten little children

And we watch them come
and we watch them go
they’re a breed apart that much is sure
they come in all colours tho mostly white
their hands are soft but their fists
clench
tight

while we walk the streets
and frighten little children

 

 

 

THE BALLAD OF THE INTERNAL COLONISATION