Album: Tracks From The Wilderness
I'll sing to you of days departed,
Times when men proud and stouthearted carved their names on history's bloody
Page,
The corpse of chivalry long dead
Is turning in his loamy bed indignant at your new 'enlightened' age
White-collared knights at boardroom tables dream their own financial fables,
Facing endless grey Mondays of dull nine to fives,
We all climb the social ladder with a dogged persistence,
Forging chains we shall carry for the rest of our lives.
On this mortal helter-skelter if our loyalties are torn,
We stand all together naked as the day we were born.
And so cast off the lies that are our lives and find the truth within.
Financial wizards read their spells from filofaxes
Concrete hells of their own making pass for Avalon.
These men self-made by shrewd investing spend their weekends child-molesting,
Lost in 'green-belt' dreams they do no wrong.
Like your Blood Pressure rising,
Executive stresses are the dragons you fight.
In your Armani armour you are practically shining,
And whatever life may hand me I'll accept it with good grace;
For I'm just a simple lad with few ideas about my station,
So ale and song will apt suffice to keep me in my place.
How can you know the cost of everything yet never see its worth?
Well think again my friend life is a gain of chance,
By Fate's command we win or lose,
But still retain the right to choose
You charge each other for the time and breath it takes to say 'good morning,'
Watch our empires sink and wash away like castles made of sand.
And so cast off the lies that are your lives and find the truth within