Oh those days of England, the days of the rock band Those days of Richard, years holding onto his dream and his hand The days of the MGB, days riding around London town Our scarves flying, peddlers crying out as we passed with the roof down In those days I wore a garter belt with stockings wire bras and high heels Shirts with slits, top ten hits, Mayfair and management deals On Friday I'd burst out of college catch the #28 down to the station covered in rush hour sweat which train will I get? Glancing up at the big clock, my heart racing In through railway grease and hot metal stale tobacco and pale faces Ah them rocking carriages carried me down past virginity to other places Into the stop where you'd be waiting All change please, mind the gap With your long brown hair, creases ironed in your jeans Your bass playing hands in your lap All those nights down the local pub - The Leg of Mutton and Cauliflower We were in cigarette smoke packed to choke while Al the Hammer shouts, "Good here, isn't it?" at the eleventh hour Sunday rambles over Ranmore Common lay me down in the leaves We sure could have saved ourselves some time if we'd only worn out hearts a little higher up our sleeves Later in those days of Betchworth walking beside the cornfields in the sun I remember the exact moment the spirit entered and I knew I was going to have to run You see before that I was just a young girl with a young idea of herself Luckily I could dance to whatever was spinning despite my fragile mental health My mom used to say, "wait and see" when I asked one too many questions What's for supper? Wait and see What's it all about Alfie? Who's gonna come see about me? It all just went passing through me now like the mildew smell in those old dank halls where you'd rehearse while I served coffee and nurse a small, barely breathing dream of my own Well look at me now, I'm a burning women with enough coals to start a mighty big fire A caged dream grows dangerous and mean so I let it out, stand back, let the flames leap up higher like the nights of the Guy Fawkes bonfire on the village green up past the church spire For some odd reason I long for you now or rather for your company With a full-flowered forgiveness we could breathe it out With a toast we could breathe it in A salute to what was and what might have been I salute you now I know that in these few moments we call our lives there's no time to be a bored teenager waiting by the swings because just one day of bad decisions could cost you your wings So let your dreams fly, let your dreams fly....

All waves of famine stop pounding the shore All wounds heal in the calmed winds of war Every face is lifted, every breath is held As the key turns in heaven's door Chorus: Every eye, every ear, every heart stands still to hear the angel walking through the room All's gone so very quiet There must be an angel walking through the room Repeat Chorus Like Venus, the angel goes unarmed whispering - Follow me, follow me Arm in arm, in the name of love, who could come to harm? Repeat Chorus

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor The highwayman came riding, riding, riding up to the old inn door. He'd a french cocked hat on his forehead a bunch of lace on his chin a coat of claret velvet and breeches of brown doe-skin He fitted with never a wrinkle. His boots were up to the thigh and he rode with jeweled twinkle, his pistol butts a-twinkle His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky. Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard He tapped with his whip on the shutters but all was locked and barred He whistled a tune to the window and who should be waiting there but the landlord's black-eyed daughter Bess, the landlord's daughter plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long dark hair And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable wicket creaked where Tim the ostler listened, his face was white and peaked His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay But he loved the landlord's daughter the landlord's red-lipped daughter Dumb as a dog he listened and he heard the robber say - "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light Yet, if they press me sharply, or harry me through the day Then look for me by moonlight, watch for me by moonlight I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way. He rose upright in the stirrups He scarce could reach her hands But she loosened her hair i' the casements His face burnt like a brand As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast And he kissed its waves in the moonlight (Oh sweet black waves in the moonlight) Then he tugged at his reins in the moonlight and galloped away to the west He did not come in the dawning, he did not come at noon And out o' the tawny sunset before the rise of the moon When the road was a gypsy's ribbon looping the purple moor a red-coat troop came marching, marching, marching King George's men came marching up to the old inn door They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed Two of them knelt at her casement with muskets by their side There was death at every window and hell at one dark window For Bess could see through the casement the road that he would ride They had tied her up to attention with many a sniggering jest They had bound a musket beside her with the muzzle beneath her breast! "Now keep good watch," and they kissed her She heard the dead man say - Look for me by moonlight Watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight though hell should bar the way! She twisted her hands behind her but all the knots held good She writhed her hands till her fingers were drenched with sweat or blood They stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years Till now, on the stroke of midnight Cold on the stroke of midnight The tip of one finger touched it The trigger at least was hers. The tip of one finger touched it, she strove no more for the rest Up, she stood up to attention with the muzzle beneath her breast She would not risk them hearing, she would not strive again For the road lay bare in the moonlight Blank and bare in the moonlight And the blood in her veins, in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? Horse-hoofs ringing clear Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot in the distance Were they deaf that they did not hear? Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill The highwayman came riding, riding, riding The red-coats looked to their priming She stood up straight and still Tlot-tlot in the frosty silence Tlot-tlot in the echoing night Nearer he came and nearer. Her face was like a light Her eyes grew wide for a moment She drew one last deep breath Then her finger moved in the moonlight Her musket shattered the moonlight Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him - with her death He turned, he spurred to the west He did not know who stood Bowed with her head o'er the musket drenched with her own red blood Not till the dawn he heard it and his face grew gray to hear How Bess, the landlord's daughter The landlord's black-eyed daughter had watched for her love in the moonlight and died in the darkness there. Back he spurred like a madman shouting a curse to the sky With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high Blood-red were his spur i' the golden noon wine-red was his velvet coat When they shot him down on the highway down like a dog on the highway And he lay in his blood on the highway with a bunch of lace at his throat. And still of a winter's night they say when the wind is in the trees When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor A highwayman comes riding, riding, riding, A highwayman comes riding up to the old inn door. Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard And he taps with his whip on the shutters but all is locked and barred He whistles a tune to the window and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess The landlord's daughter Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

You kissed my open upturned hand You kissed my upturned open mouth You do not miss a heartbeat You long to be in the driver's seat Taking me home But ask me no more I walked through the rain for you I forgot you are a stranger And now I'm all wet and aching And I smell danger Oh I A slight flight of fancy is much too chancy Pipe dreamer, midnight schemer, fancy pantsy Ask me know more Ignore the law of magnetism In the name of sublimation The rhythm of the hearth is sacred Do not mess with my salvation Do not disturb the order Someone's got to be there to watch the fire glow Back home, now go back home And ask me no more

Red dust across the clearing didgerido is droning Quinkans beckon from the bush gutteral calls and groaning as they brush the dust with their brooms of grass lift them high, now swing 'em down Judges call out, "Come closer, we want to see your faces. Dancers turn around!" Young girl bare-breasted body paint ancient-style is a 1990's 12 year old self-consciously dancing with her thin-limbed, big bellied tall brown brother The judges call out, "Very good, keep the pot boiling!" Wisened hawk great, great granny spotted breasts sag with experience chants a songline chant Barefoot flamingo-stanced elder leaning on spear guards the circle alert With shield to chest he is the original Tribal heated bodies spin by adorned in paper bark decors armbands, leg bands, stenciled white clay hands on back Grass skirts swirl, boomerangs clap feet stomping, sticks tap, voices hiss Judges shout, "Now you boys, you dance good now!" Take us back before the dreamtime hypnotize us with the swaying rhythm of the wailing wall as we watch Mamma Emu playing Through a red kangeroo and a snake dance comes a universal feeling Soothed we plunge through a time slip we've come stealing We've come to red dust We've got the red dust in our eyes and our hair red dust in the clothes we wear We're in the red dust of a corroboree Red dust, we've come to red, red dust....

Better than music, better than poetry Upon a bed in a whispering gallery Chorus: Rolling, reeling in this funny, funny feeling To be a captured women in your arms Roll me in your arms, roll me Like stepping on to a moving train timing is everything As lightening emerges from the earth every new born spring The time is ripe, there's nothing to do but wait for the moment to break out and do something wild With more than a few toes over the edge I was born for this, Aphrodite smiles Repeat Chorus The clock strikes eight sternly in the stairwell over Mozart weaving We will go on meeting in our dreams Wherever you're coming from, I shall be leaving Let's go tell Saint Peter, we need no money for the meter No, not if we walk our talk Then we can begin to understand it's not in our hands And our hearts unlock Repeat Chorus

Moving out across the desert, desolate and alone My spirit, oh so thirsty, dried right up to bone A howling wind against me, a haunting steady moan King David, my strength, I look to you I'm weak from battles with ghosts and dragons won't you sound your holy bell Meet me in the Akashic Records call me through a seashell Play for me your healing raga that a heaven may come from my hell King David, my strength, I look to you Wake me up, sit me up, raise me up to be strong With blinding insight show me the light, turn it on Give me over to the controller and please, come along King David, my strength, I look to you You faced you Goliaths when you were still too young for the sword You harnessed all the courage you'd need by a golden circuit to the Lord And now he's brought you to me and I'm climbing aboard King David, my strength, I look to you I see rays of glory and rays of grace when I look upon your face I see mountains moving and magic speeding up and flying all over the place Let's lift this planet back to Pan with this gift of love posthaste King David, my strength, I look to you.

I threw the I Ching Tonight I threw the I Ching tonight, I was asking about you I was told to surrender, the hardest thing to do But it could be so easy, I'm a paradox you see Standing on the edge of the chasm quaking Waiting for the rape of Persephone Pluto, purple Pluto, searching boldly through the coals For the slightest imperfections in the casting of my soul Like a spider tight-rope walking To a pot of gold or honey to lick clean Chorus: Medicine wheel, medicine wheel turn me Through pages in the Book of Changes What will be, will be Witches are expected, at least I saw one in my dreams Flattened out against a deadened sky Riding an invisible beam I woke with a start and I wondered What have I seen? What does this all mean? Repeat Chorus But what's this? The king approaches Temple doors are opening The noble savage rolls down the carpet and shouts The truth is always changing Oh Father Confessor, it's written too large across my heart Drink deep from the drug of experience Is now the time to start? Repeat Chorus In the forest hides a young buck Above cover soars the raven Deep in the undergrowth the snake coils in his haven Each knows of the other and pretty soon they're going to have to meet For a battering of riddles Before the circle can be complete Repeat Chorus