So, we had no choice but to make a stop Couldn’t light a fire and we’re low on stock It is far from ideal stopping here on open ground We haven’t covered enough distance, it’s too easy to be found. The land is dusty here, filled with graveyard rocks There is no clean water and the howling never stops In the darkness and the stillness sleep is nowhere to be found. Chase the sky from dawn to twilight, skim the night sky like a pilot Speed through heat and noise and silence, Turn the day from red to violet. If we ever get there, I will be amazed There were far too many promises And the overwhelming sense of hopelessness… When the morning comes it’s almost a surprise that we’re all still here Then with tired eyes we turn and watch the storming clouds approach. Chase the sky from dawn to twilight, skim the night sky like a pilot Speed through heat and noise and silence, Turn the day from red to violet And you fly over mountains, and you’re shaving the sea And you’re floating through clouds back in time to me.

Little Robot In the corner Humming gently to itself A sleeping marvel Waiting, peaceful Charging, hopeful With no selfish sense of self Programmed to be kind Programmed for mankind The ties of love bind Wake me! You’ll see I can set you free From all this drudgery! Ergonomic Multi-function Fully featured off the shelf With pellet-burner Eco-friendly Web-connected Booting up says “I can help” Knows all about you Knows just what to do To spruce and renew

Into the city, out of the Sun Threatening Angles, towering shards Replace light with a hot, distant hum Silvery sinew, hammering hard And the tremors wash the sky away And the vapours choke the heart, squeezing its love away Into the city, into the dark Into the body's withering arms Graze the sky drawing iron clouds down Smothering pity mothering harm And the pillars hold the sky at bay And antennas' dreadful buzz tearing the soul away

Hotpants and Bettie heading into town Who knows what the evening will bring around Hotpants and Bettie on The Underground They’re keen to see what will be going down. Hotpants wanna do it Wanna do it soon Grabs Bet by the shoulders Says, "Listen Betty-Boo, let's get this started!" Let’s get it started, Bettie. Lets get this started Let’s get it started, Bettie!” Hotpants and Bettie ready to begin They're loving the life that they're living in Hotpants and Bettie, never be denied They plot and plan for when they get inside. Full of frolicks, full of fun fun fun! Gonna do it, get it done done done! Full of vigor, full of vim Tell the doorman, “Gotta let us in!” Hotpants and Bettie, heading to the city, Heading to town heading to town Hotpants and Bettie, heading to the city Heading to town heading to town Hotpants and Bettie, heading to the city Heading to town heading to town Hotpants and Bettie, heading to the city Heading to town heading to town. Slay Kweens! “Lets get this started Let’s get it started, Bettie” Lets get this started Let’s get it started, Bettie!” Hotpants and Bettie heading into town Who knows what the evening will bring around.

Holiday Holiday Holiday Hey, let me sail now On a holiday, whoah-oh Popped corks on the ground As the bubbly does flow Hey fun will abound Hey fun will abound Yay! Aww joo joo! Play that joo joo sound Play that joo joo sound Holiday Holiday Holiday!

I’m a man but I know that I must fear the thunder For the fever will come when the grains split asunder When they burst and they break into particles tiny When the wind whips them up and the outcome is murder All the trees hold the dust like a sort of a weapon It’s a bomb that they’re using because they are threatened They can see they can feel and they know what we’re doing So they’re turning the hayfever up to eleven And the trees say ‘suck on my pollen bomb’ And the trees say ‘suck on my pollen bomb’ And the trees say ‘suck on my pollen bomb’ And the trees say ‘suck on my pollen bomb’ When I think about all of the wrong we are doing And I walk in the woods and I feel trouble brewing And the branches reach out and the blossom it trembles And I know that my breathing is going to be ruined And the trees say ‘suck on my pollen bomb’ And the trees say ‘suck on my pollen bomb’ And the trees say ‘suck on my pollen bomb’ And the trees say ‘suck on my pollen bomb’ When the sunshine is hot and the wind is so very strong and dry We must all be prepared for a yellowy cloud-haze in the sky Itchy throat, runny nose and a terrible watering of the eyes And a headache that pounds and annoys and is frequently reprised All the trees are prepared - resolving to fight us So be ready for coughing and sinusitis

The one second hand is holding back time And counting out the beat of the stars The second third of the first of the fifth Saved at the eleventh hour And in the morning when the optimist’s glass is empty, The pessimist takes a bow And in the flowering of the hope in a heart there’s plenty Of an optimistic vision of now. Ghost kangaroos on a farm in Devon Had you all in sixes and sevens The eight O nine hits waterloo on time You wrote this song by ten past eleven And in the evening when the pessimist’s glass is missing, The optimist is missing as well And in the fleeting little moments of life that glisten, The optimist is ringing the bell. Shake off the skin that holds you within You gotta pick a pocket or two Things start to spin, maybe someone will win A jet is worth a rocket or two And the fleecing little motives in life that hasten The optical illusions, and how. Angels standing in a world of fog Underestimate the underdog Home and dry inside a plastic log Silent diorama dialogue Play so far away in vain with the spider Twice the calf and half the bull Put all the better bark in a box And head deep into the dell And the fearing little molars whose lives are missing The optimal lucid endow. Angel standing in a world of fog Don’t underestimate the underdog Home and dry inside a plastic log Silent diorama dialogue. So far away, in a world of fog, shake the skin, one second hand.

Let’s grab a table at ‘The Moon’ They’ve a lovely brew And we said we’d go back soon. Or there’s that place next to the sea With the salty beer And the rumpled licensee. Or we could crawl To the bestest bar of all… Dog and The Duck Dog and The Duck Huggin' and a-kissin’ at The Dog and The Duck Dog and The Duck Dog and The Duck Huggin’ and a-kissin’ at The Dog and and and and and Duck. Dog and The Duck Dog and The Duck Kissing and a-huggin’ at The Dog and The Duck Dog and The Duck Dog and The Duck Huggin’ and a-kissin’ at The Dog and The Duck. There could be hotels in the sky With a neon sign and the bar is ten miles high Their foaming yards of Flemish ale With a golden hue couldn’t match it sad but true. It was such a find The place our hearts entwined. Dog and The Duck Dog and The Duck Huggin' and a-kissin’ at The Dog and The Duck Dog and The Duck Dog and The Duck Huggin’ and a-kissin’ at The Dog and and and and and Duck. Dog and The Duck Dog and The Duck Huggin' and a-kissin’ at The Dog and The Duck Dog and The Duck Dog and The Duck Huggin’ and a-kissin’ at The Dog and The Duck.