Free The World

  • 1.
    Someone To Talk To

    Words that liberate, free your mind of hate, words that simply state “I love you.”
    Words that crucify make you wonder why words that pacify still fail you.
    What I wouldn’t give, what I wouldn’t do for someone to talk to.
    How I needed to, how I wanted you for someone to talk to.

    I bide away my time, tired of waiting in line for someone to talk to.

    Words that mystify, seeming to imply words can multiply their meaning.
    How they propagate, how they simulate. They don’t communicate the feeling.
    Words in monotone, sinking stepping stones, mouthings of a clone I bring you.
    What you wouldn’t give, what you wouldn’t do for someone to talk to.

    You bide away your time, tired of waiting in line for someone to talk to.

  • 2.
    A Walk In The Sunshine

    Let’s take a walk in the sunshine and let the world know it’s still mine.
    It’s been ignoring me for so long.
    The positivity tastes nice; improbability feels right.
    The sleazy city’s a long way gone.

    No one can take what is already mine. I’ve earned my place in the sunshine.
    God only knows I have trawled back through time
    In memory of all those I have loved.

    The rainy season was in me; a howling wind on a cruel sea.
    You fight your enemies on your own.
    Though time and tide have come to me and all of life has passed through me,
    I face infinity still unknown.

    No one can take what is already mine. I’ve earned my place in the sunshine.
    God only knows I have trawled back through time
    In memory of all those I have loved.

    Let’s take a walk in the sunshine.

  • 3.
    I Am Immortal

    When I was alive I lived a short story which didn’t survive 25.
    Oh how time flies.

    The curtain descends, but darkness my friend, this is not where it ends.
    I am immortal. I am immortal. Yes, you are immortal, too.

    Destiny called, but then it went free falling in the blink of a mind’s inner eye.
    Oh how time flies.

    The ashes have blown to places unknown. I’m not blood, skin and bone.
    I am immortal. I am immortal . Yes, you are immortal too.

    I’ve seen how this life plays it’s part. It loaded the dice from the start
    And knew every move in the game.

    When I was alive I lived a short story which didn’t survive 25.
    Oh how time flies.

    The curtain descends, but darkness my friend, this is not where it ends.
    I am immortal. I am immortal . Yes, you are immortal, too.
    I am immortal. I am immortal . Yes, you are immortal, too.

  • 4.
    Holy Roller

    Holy Roller with God on your side, your redeemer, your strength and your guide
    Through the memories which plague all our minds.
    You walked in hell’s fires – a solitary soul without a prayer
    And spat on those liars who told us how the meek would claim the earth.
    We praise you on high. Your spirit and your pride will never die.

    Holy Roller, good God will provide new dominions for more peace of mind,
    But what we search for we don’t always find.
    More brimstone than fire – a solitary life, a second birth.
    Climb down from your spire. Should gravity not bring you down to earth,
    We’ll praise you on high. Your spirit and your pride will never die.

    Holy roller, all brimstone and fire
    Holy Roller you’re out of your spire, so roll that boulder.
    We’ll praise you on high.
    Your spirit and your pride can never, will never, can never, will never die.

  • 5.
    I'm Over You, Flunky

    You’ll be lonely by yourself, still alone with someone else. Don’t I know that?
    Where’s the one that I once knew -holding hands with someone new? Don’t you know me?
    With each new angry word I say, I know I’m driving you away. I don’t mean to.

    Who’s your flunky? What’s the score? What do you want to hurt me for? I know I’m over you now.
    Who’s the flunky on your case – another pretty tail to chase? I know I’m over you now.
    I know I’m over getting over you now.

    Line your lovers heel to toe, in single file, in tidy rows. You didn’t know them.
    And every angry word I say is driving you further and further away. I don’t mean to.

    Who’s your flunky turning on? By tomorrow he’ll be gone. I know I’m over you now.
    I know I’m over getting over you now
    But you know I’ve no idea why, or how it is you know the losing hand is mine.

    Who’s your flunky? What’s the score? What do you want to hurt me for? I know I’m over you now.
    I know I’m over getting over you now.

  • 6.
    For A Dreamer

    Newspaper made your success. Your face is a peach and your life it’s a mess.
    That’s the story – “rags to glory”. And people believe what they say –
    You signed on a line then you learned how to play. It was easy.
    And people believe anything. You’re top of the pops and you can’t even sing.
    It’s so easy. It can’t be that easy. Oh man! It’s too easy.
    Brought to your knees by tabloid sleaze – they’re laughing at you.
    And quelle surprise! Their stinking lies were true.
    You’ll find no place in the real world for a dreamer.
    There’s no safe place in the real world for a dreamer.

  • 7.
    Free The World

    Read the play about wisdom, time and age – and for me new words on every page.
    Don’t they say that all the world’s a stage? I’m in my role again. I’m just a stand in.
    Hello tedium my old friend. We’ve been together since I don’t know when.
    Brought me nothing but bad luck, babe. I want something. I wanna free the world.

    Who decides the gender, creed and race? Who decides who gets the pretty face?
    Here she comes – the golden girl in case. Here am I again – her blue eyed boy.
    I’ve got something to say in my defence cos that’s my forte – past time, past tense.
    You brought me nothing but bad luck, babe.
    You say “No”. I say “So let’s go free the world.”

    Hello tedium, my old friend. We’ll be together, be together ‘til the end.
    You brought me nothing but bad luck.
    You know that I want, I want, I wanna free the world.

  • 8.
    To the End of the World

    Some say it’s no good, life’s no good. I Say that they’ve misunderstood.
    Then I fall on my face again. I’m back at the start again.
    Like the hope that never was, life’s a pipedream and I always knew it was.
    And I know every long lost lonesome road on the way to the end of the world.

    Some pray in these dark days of sin. And you say “The sun shines from within”.
    Then you fall on your face again. You’re back at the start again.
    In the circle of your friends there’s a comradeship whose journey never ends.
    And I know every savage sea you sailed on the way to the end of the world.

    Like the hope that never was, life’s a pipedream and I always knew it was.
    And I know how your loneliness evolved on the way to the end of the world.

  • 9.
    Falling Stars

    Yesterday, with the weight of the world off my mind,
    I left the human race to its heart-aching grind.
    That’s no shame, and if solitaire is our game,
    we’re committing no crime. We’re only wasting our own time.

    And we are like falling stars – sky high to the ground.
    Let there be hallelujahs sung, like no other sound from this world.

    With today came a heavy dose of the blues,
    lurking like tomorrow in yesterday’s news.
    History may make no mention of us.
    With summertime in our eyes, we’ll fade away on the sunrise.

    And we are like falling stars – sky high to the ground.
    Let there be hallelujahs sung, like no other sound from this world.

  • 10.
    Ghostwriter

    Ghost writer, ghost writer, ghost writer.

    You’re the silent haze. It’s strange how your shadow strays
    Though you’ve gone to a better place.
    I pretend that I didn’t see you, you know I do.
    Ghost writer, ghost writer, ghost writer.

    You’re my secret fear – so beguiling and so sincere
    With your warm whisperings in my ears.
    I pretend that I didn’t hear you, you know I do.
    Ghost writer, ghost writer, ghost writer.

    I don’t know if I can go all the way to the other side with you.
    But in the end what is life anyway? Are we both shadows in the room?

    So erase my name with my worries and all my pain,
    But if morning should rise again I’ll deny that I ever loved you, you know I will.
    Ghost writer, ghost writer, ghost writer.

    I don’t know if I can go all the way to the other side with you.
    But in the end what is life and anyway we’re all just shadows in the room.

    So erase my name with my memories and all my shame
    But if morning should rise again I’ll deny that I ever loved you, you know I will.
    Ghost writer, ghost writer, ghost writer.

    Ghost writer, ghost writer, ghost writer.

  • 11.
    Coal Fire (Burn The Changes)

    Outside fall the tears of rain. Inside cries the voice of pain.
    Coal fire shadows lick my face. They expire in their rightful place.

    Coal fire, coal fire, coal fire, coal fire

    Now I’m back on the streets of this dirty old town, an invisible man with a curse and a frown. I’ve been wondering when and I’m wondering how to rekindle the flame and burn the changes.

    This house used to be a home. Now this house it’s just wood and stone.
    Upstairs, where the doors are closed, no flames penetrate that cold.

    Coal fire, coal fire, coal fire, coal fire

    I just wanted to know if you’re coming around to the happy hello or the final showdown.
    I‘ve been wondering when and I’m wondering how to rekindle the flame and burn the changes.

    Coal fire, coal fire, coal fire, coal fire

    Are you thinking of me ‘cause I’m thinking of you.
    I used to think for myself. Now I’m thinking for two.
    But we know where to be and we know what to do
    To rekindle the flame and burn the changes.

  • 12.
    I Want You

    What you see won’t be what you get, you bet your ass.
    And someone will be singing “Life’s a Gas”.
    I’ll get off my back, get on my bicycle and ask.
    I want you. I want you. I want you.

    All day long I wonder what the hell went wrong with me.
    And I must confess I don’t profess to be
    An expert spouting complex philosophies.
    Just want you. I want you. I want you.

    I can see it’s much too much to ask for.
    I can see you don’t believe a word.
    But I feel I’ve learned my lesson.
    I want you. I want you. I want you.

    It occurs to me that all my dreams are dreams of yesterday.
    All is shallow, blasé or passé.
    All indications seem to point the same way.
    I want you. I want you. I want you.
    I want you. I want you. I want you.

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