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Conquistador your stallion stands
in need of company and like some angel's haloed brow you reek of purity I see your armour-plated breast has long since lost its sheen and in your death mask face there are no signs which can be seen And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind Conquistador a vulture sits upon your silver shield and in your rusty scabbard now the sand has taken seed and though your jewel-encrusted blade has not been plundered still the sea has washed across your face and taken of its fill And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind Conquistador there is no time I must pay my respect and though I came to jeer at you I leave now with regret and as the gloom begins to fall I see there is no, only all and though you came with sword held high you did not conquer, only die And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind |
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Bringing home the bacon,
tender juicy steaks Breast-fed baby dumpling gobbling up the cakes Milk-fed baby dumpling, slobbering, goo-faced, mean Wet-nursed sour purse spot face, blubbering in the cream Emperor baby dumpling, loaded, bloated curse Mighty baby dumpling, stuffing 'til he bursts |
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Pailing well after sixteen days, a mammoth task was set
Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabet Close the door and bar the gate, but keep the windows clean God's alive inside a movie! Watch the silver screen! Rum was served to all the traitors; pygmies held themselves in check Bloodhounds nosed around the houses, down dark alleys sailors crept Six bells struck, the pot was boiling - soup spilled out on passers-by Angels mumbled incantations, closely watched by God on high Lightning struck out - fire and brimstone! Boiling oil and shrieking steam! Darkness struck with molten fury, flashbulbs glorified the scene Not a man who had a finger, not a man who could be seen Nothing called (not name nor number) - Echo stormed its final scream Daybreak washed with sands of gladness, rotting all it rotted clean Windows peeped out on their neighbors, inside fireside bedsides gleam SHALIMAR, the trumpets chorused, angels wholly all shall take Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake |
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The end of the evening, unable to cope
Unique entertainment no longer a joke The close of the picture, the end of the show Merciless torment, torturous blow New lamps for old Bright shiny gold Innocent youth Falsehood for truth The eye of the needle, the loss of the thread Triumphant victor, glorious dead The cause becomes duty; duty's the blow Which kills the picture: death of the show |
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Who will search for Holy Grail
Past the edge beyond the veil Who will come beyond the light Far from reach beyond all sight Who will share this bitter cup let the wild dogs tear them up let the cold winds blow them down drive them deep beneath the ground Who will live in darkest night Dankest gloom and quietest quiet Buried deep beneath the ground Far from any human sound Who will search for treasure trove Scour the seas and scale the globe Past the peaks beyond the heights Farmost reaches furthest sights Who will share this bitter cup let the wild dogs tear them up let the cold winds blow them down drive them deep beneath the ground |
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Psychiatrists and lawyers destroying mankind
Drivin' 'em crazy...and stealing 'em blind Bankers and brokers ruling the world Storing the silver and hoarding the gold Ain't no use in preachers preaching When they don't know what they're teaching The weakest man be strong as samson When you're being held to ransom Famine and hardship in true living colour Constant reminders...the plight of our brother Daily starvation our diet of news Fed to the teeth with a barrage of views Ain't no use in preachers preaching When they don't know what they're teaching The weakest man be strong as samson When you're being held to ransom Black men and white men, and arabs and jews Causing congestion and filling the queues Fighting for freedom the truth and the word Fighting the war for the end of the world Ain't no use in preachers preaching When they don't know what they're teaching Weakest man be strong as samson When you're being held to ransom |
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Simple sister
Got whooping cough Have to burn her toys Take her treats Eat her sweets Scare off all the boys Simple sister Got whooping cough Have to put her out Wear her clothes Steal her bows Tell her that she's stout Simple sister Got whooping cough Lock her in a cell Throw the key Into the sea Hope she never gets well |
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Tonight we sleep on silken sheets
We drink fine wine and eat rare meats On Carousel and gambling stake Our fortunes speed, and dissipate. It's candlelight and chandelier, It's silver plate and crystal clear. The nights we stay at Hotel Grand Tonight we dine at Hotel Ritz. (A golden dish with every wish ). It's mirrored walls, and velvet drapes, Dry champagne, and bursting grapes. Dover sole, and Oeufs Mornay, Profiteroles and Peach Flambe, The waiters dance on fingertips The nights we dine at Hotel Ritz One more toast to greet the morn The wine and dine have danced till dawn Where's my Continental Bride? We'll Continental slip and slide Early morning pinch and bite - (These French girls always like to fight) It's serenade and Sarabande, The nights we stay at Hotel Grand Les nuits qu'on passe a l'Hotel Grande. |
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They tell us that we're savages
who haven't got a hope We're burning in the furnaces, we're choking at the smoke They say we haven't got a choice, refuse to recognize our voice Yet they enjoy comissions from the proceeds of the joke Those Butterfly Boys at play with their toys Stinging like bees itching like fleas Butterfly Boys you got the toys You got the breeze we cought the freeze Butterfly Boys give us a break We got the groceries you got the cake They tell us that we're savages who cannot understand We're sailing on a sinking ship, we're swimming in the sand They put their fingers in their ears, refuse to recognize our fears And fly off to Jamaica when we call them underhand |
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