Lyrics - Fool's Gold

Fill your cup coz mine runneth over,
Fill it up if such a thing can be.
Give him some money money money money, fuckin' money,
The fool he thinks that it's what makes him tick.

My neighbour's surfing on the rising fever.
And the guy at work who sits across of me.
Someone ask him what his treasure looks like,
The fool's got a spade and he is off to dig.

Fool's gold

Do you know where this train is-a-going?
Do you know what it is gonna leave?
Why he is running, running running running, why he's running?
The fool he saw a track so let him be.

Of course there is a short-cut to that heaven.
Those who watch their steps are going down.
Please ask him to find what he's made for.
The fool he thinks that kings are made of crowns.

Fool's gold

Lyrics - Waiting for today

When I come home late at night, 
or is it early morn
when I think of my dreams,
and of the day that's done.

Just another count of hours,
the same act played again.
Just another yesterday
lived all over again.

Waiting just for a today.
Waiting just for a today

What I'd give for a today.
When I'm not locked in time.
A day of smiles and tears,
When I lose and I find.

When I grow a day older,
and wiser if I can.
If I could live a new day,
I'd die a happy man.

Waiting just for a today.
Waiting just for a today.

Lyrics - I'm in the mood tonight

Creativity is a reluctant mistress. Lyrically short and musically trivial as this song is, it's been in the making for about a month. And today, just like that, it fell into place.


I'm in the mood tonight
I'm in the mood tonight

Turn up the knobs and turn down the lights
old school blues is in the house tonight
pull out the keys and the sax trombone
and play 'em like that coz it feels so right

I'm in the mood tonight
I'm in the mood tonight

A bottle of rum with coke on the side
A pack of cigarettes preferably milds
down that drink and let the good times roll
and when-a-thats-a-over then a joint we light

I'm in the mood tonight
I'm in the mood tonight

Lyrics - Steppenwolf

A measure of any society can be had by ascertaining how it identifies and treats its renegades. Renegades not in the sense of  criminals, but rather in the sense of non-conformers. What it takes to earn that title, and what are the consequences of having earned it, speak much about the structure, origins and health of the society. Commonality must be stressed, as it is that which we all share that defines a nation or a culture. But resisting change, ostracizing any behaviour other than the mundane is to invite decay. This is the razor's edge that civilization must walk from rise to down fall.

In all this, as in all things with a sort of 'macro' perspective, what gets ignored is the individual. To be broadly stroked in to a 'type', to be a part of the 'masses' provides convenient pigeonholes in which personalities, dreams and hopes can be stuffed willy-nilly as per someone's opinion.

This song is for these renegades, the steppenwolves, who are what they are because they were born or brought up this way. For those who can't ,for no lack of trying, be a part of the pack.


Quivering shadows playing on a hidden lake
air heavy with early winter's taste
if you look closely through the trees you will see
a lonely wolf on the run

brown fur marks him a native of forests unknown
but these snows, he's claimed them and made them his own
by what blood, or love, or sadness does he make he make
so lonely a home

It's not a thing of cities
It's not a thing of men
It's not a thing of pity
It's how a wolf becomes
a Steppenwolf

He was a part of a pack but he never belonged
He was lonely, even when he he wasn't alone
He has tried, and tried, and tried but he
can't lose himself in the hunt

Little things of being a wolf he can't understand
when he loves, his love he cannot explain
he is awkward, or scary, or amused when it's
time to laugh or to mourn

It's not a thing of cities
It's not a thing of men
It's not a thing of pity
It's how a wolf becomes
a Steppenwolf

For some it's easy to pass into the unknown
wolf has taken, the snow to be his home
wilderness retreats the question is
where shall the wild men belong

The Age Descending

For all that is made real
In this age descending
Where heroes leave naught
But the iron ring of their names
From bardic throats
I stand in this silent heart
Yearning the fading beat
Of lives fallen to dust
And the sifting whisper
Proclaims glory’s passing
As the songs fail
In dwindling echoes
For all that is made real
The chambers and halls
Yawn empty to my cries –
For someone must
Give answer
Give answer
To all of this
Someone

- Steven Erikson (The Bonehunters)

Lyrics - No going back home

The mansions of my childhood,
are turned to flats
My room dont fit me any more,
and neither does my bed

The streets are thinner,
The woods are dead,
The waters are darker,
than I see in my head

Come away my baby
There's no going back home

People are changed
Faces are amiss
The giants are shrunk,
or laid to rest

The glittter's peeling,
voices are rough
Dreams are small
and don't go far enough

Come away my baby
There's no going back home


Foolish turned wise,
or wise man turned fool
My memories gone stale on me
or is it just me getting old

Still something remains
in blood and bone
but for what it's worth
I'm on my own

Come away my baby
There's no going back home

Lyrics - All the same

There are whispers out in the world 
to cast us from the same mould
Let the age of reason begin
We have no place for wild men

Unwitting slave to the game
We must all become the same
Danger is the silence that walks
let's bury it in small talk

We know what's right and what is not
All worth thinking has been thought
Ignore the voice that says its wrong
We can do worse than conform

We let everyone decide,
Behind the many we can hide
The greater good we now serve
we are dead, do not disturb

I will run but I wont race
I will say it to your face
I will fight but I won't hate
You can wipe that off your slate

You give labels to my name
to who I am, to what I am
Well I will write the script anew
Change everything you think I'll do

Lyrics - Fire in the Streets

A thousand years of doing, without knowing why
A thousand more of being told, what is wrong and right

Freedom locked in empty words, hidden in plain sight
New hope is outlawed, by ancient laws abide

The streets are where we fight, 
we claim our birthright.

There's fire in the streets
Old temples burn
Your god is dead
and now its your turn

Bow to gods and idols, wherever they may lead
Our lives held hostage, to our neighbour's need
Take the coward's way out, leave the thoughts to me
Look to other, higher world, misery is the key

Dead wood is cast aside
Burnt in the streets tonight


There's fire in the streets

Old temples burn
Your god is dead
and now its your turn .

Lyrics - Rockout

The long empty hours of waiting are done 
The moment for which we've been waiting is come
Hard days of working of begging our turn

**Put something or the other here**

Some drinks have gone down, some smoke has gone up
Those who can't make it are shit  out of luck
We are all set, on your mark, lock and load
Ladies and Gents lets get this show on the road


This is a rockout
This is a rockout

Run from the lies we have told on your way
Dirty little games that we play everyday
The demons you want to keep out of the doors
Is the cross you carry, the guilt ours and yours

We're tired of talking that don't mean a thing
We're tired of dying for our living
We're tired of playing at I didn't do
That's what brings us here and what brings you too


This is a rockout
This is a rockout

It's not about posing, about being a star
This  is what is real, this is who we are
What matters is that at the end of the day
We've got things to say and we say them our way

We bring the words for you, we bring the lights
We like it loud, the noise is our voice
Know this that your brains we're turning tonight 
So headbang or head home is your only choice

This is a rockout
This is a rockout
This is a rockout
This is a rockout

Lyrics - Drift Away

I wake up late, get out of bed
still in the jumble, inside my head
I see my baby,what's up with you
Let's do whatever, you want to do 

She's all dressed up, just waves her hands
I gotta go, go see some friends
She walks away, still on the phone,
It's friday night, and I'm alone

Drift Away...
Drift Away...

I have a friend, he knows the blues,
He play them slow, or fast and loose
I go to him, but at the door, 
He say he don't, don't play no more

Nothin for me, to do or say
Nothing to do, but walk away
See what I find, knocking around
I find myself, this part of town

Drift Away...
Drift Away...

The lights are dim,The drink is cheap
The kind of company I like to keep
So I walk in, with my guitar
to play the blues, in this bar
 
I am alone, if so are you
If you aint got, nothing to do
Just relax let the music play
and all together, lets drift away

Drift Away...
Drift Away...