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To Live On In Hearts


The Right To Reply

The house,
Looks for an answer to end all the violence.
The ungovernable finally break silence,
There's endless white papers, and new institutions.
That still won't stop us, it's no solution.

The right and the left wing continue to bore,
With pre-dated policies all heard before.
This is mankind now see how mankind kills,
We're hitting back hard now you see how it feels.

They preach and teach examinational tests,
So the political privileged can order the rest
Of the young parasites, who live in a world without hope,
To get back in line, and stay there, then assure us they'll cope.

In the new violent britain they pledge to invest,
In skills and communities with renewed interest.
To build schools of education, not colleges of crime
A manifesto so perfectly timed.
Providing help for the helpless, their new commissions strive,
For a stable re-educated society by nineteen-ninety-five.

Meanwhile, we fight on in desperation trying to break through.
Their barriers of insanity and even now they know it's true,
That to eradicate violence effectively, injustice has to unfold.
But instead they choose to compensate,
To lie and then collaborate,
No interest in any true debate,
Their courts set up the offenders fate,
The new secure units for the old custodial sentence.

Well we have listened to you for long enough,
Taken all your threats, and you ain't so tough.
You intimidate, then punish the persistent hard-core offender.
You condemn more and understand less, you'll get no apologies ever.
In an atmosphere of moral panic, you blame us for fighting back.
But it's us that's been dragged through your streets backwards, battered, shell-shocked and attacked.

The pressure's building on law and order,
But we ain't even started.
They may think that they have been tested,
But no way for we still stand divided.
More and more we're turning against our own,
How come? How have we forgot?
That this is the one thing they want us to do,
To compensate
For the freedom that we ain't got.
Some mug old folks and these are scum
It's the one main thing that just ain't done.
We can deal perfectly with our own problems,
By taking the law in to our own hands.
We can protect our own, young, the weak, and
Elderly, and therefore smash their callous plans.

I shall not work to build my death
Nor have decisions made by fools,
For my or your behalf.
As though I can't see or hear
Of that which surrounds me,
As though I'm quite content
With all that, that disgusts me.
I will not build for another's gain,
Although it always ends up the same,
It's as though I can't see or hear,
As though I'm content,
With everything that disgusts me.

How can they talk about low life, whilst they're destroying the earth?
How can they take away someone's freedom, when they don't know what it's worth?
To the people with feelings, to those not totally succeeding,
Those, shattered, torn, ripped right in half, and whose broken hearts are bleeding.

Yet still they bash and batter,
To them, man onslaught, does not matter.
They create society's whitewashed picture,
That everything is alright.
Then when people voice opinion and object,
They show disgust, confusion and then demonstrate their might.

Don't you dare think for a moment, that it's only in a riot that we show we're discontent.
It's in every so called criminal act, that we demonstrate our contempt.
You shove your outstanding promises, your respect. I only have respect for the life
That you destroy time and time and time again, then dismiss in your stride.

I'm still hoping for the hopeless,
And making excuses for the lawless.

Someday Soon

Someday soon we'll take vacations on the moon.
Someday soon we'll build great cities under water.
And someday soon we'll create the ultimate human being.
And someday soon you won't believe just what you're seeing.

Yet they can't find a cure for a common cold,
But they can reconstruct a face, back to the young from the old.
The cancer spreads, the A.I.D.S. develops in it's victims,
Science counts the cost in lives, the cause and not the cure succeeds.

A child fights for life, in a state of confusion.
Dragged up in a cesspit full of class 'A' illusions.
The progress chart monitors, brilliant achievements.
It's a world where technology easily outweighs bereavement.
The market remains flooded with drugs that only suppress,
Twenty types that all do the same thing, profit and screw all the rest.
Who drop dead in the queue, to receive operations,
As the government reveal their new million pound sensation.

Dancing at the policemen's ball again,
We sing our songs of disgust, but they don't hear a thing
With heads held up high they raise a toast to progression,
And a record breaking turnover tenth year in succession.

There stands a woman she has no face,
Her baby cries out dying arms outstretched for embrace.
They have no stake in the society that demands their respect.
A world with any hope is all they can expect.

Someday soon we'll take vacations on the moon.
And someday soon we'll build great cities under water, yeah!
Someday soon we'll create the ultimate human being.
And someday soon.

No More Excuses

Safe as sound
Safe as sound
Safe as sound
Safe as sound
Safe as sound
Safe as sound
Safe as sound
Safe as sound
Safe as sound
Safe as sound
Safe as sound
Safe as sound
Safe as sound

What am I talking about?
Of course, it's not safe.
Look at what corporate gain is doing to our children, and our sanity?
Sanitary, insanitary
Am I left fit to believe?
Am I left fit? Fit for what?
What for? For who?
Who gains?
Weight gains?
Weight watchers?
Watching what?
Watching who?
Who's watching?
No more questions.

Wanting existence, wanting a distance.
Wanting existence, wanting to exist.

Before the thinking,
The sun kills alone,
After the thought.

If this is how you see it,
You have to make it known.
If this is how you free it,
You have to make it known.
This is how you see it, you just have to make it known.
This is not too serious, to have to make it known.

Instead of



Wanting a distance.
Wanting existence.
I want my distance,
I want to exist
As safe as sound
As safe as sound
As safe as sound
As safe as sound
As safe as sound.

A Declaration Of Independence

Declaration of independence, the other person has cleared,
Understand the perspective, get the directive, and realise our fears.
We're simply trying to connect nowadays, but does anybody want to know?
I'm finding it hard putting feelings into words, another chapter remains unwrote.

They say, we're standing firmly in the rain simply waiting for it to stop.
They said, that we should build new umbrellas because we're stuck in our own rut.
I say, blow away the rain clouds, for the new horizon is crystal clear.
It's took sometime, but we're on the right track. Now where do we go from here?

Sick and tired of worthless statements, pissed off with the same old songs.
You stuff your moral rule book of what's allowed, what's right and wrong.
Oh yeah! There's those who only criticise yet offer nothing new.
Solutions? Ideas? Just raked up shit! What a clever thing to do.

We must strive on for what we know is right, we know all too well there's no end in sight
But human nature is still on our side as the politicians fall into landslide.
We're out on the street, feeling the beat of the heart's in anger at the upper crust elite
Who don't hear us scream or beg for a halt or when we weep over what their society aborts

President Reagan and the pope face assassinations' bullets and escape with their lives
But in Cairo Sadat dies in a hail of automatic fire
From Brixton to Belfast riots rage and fires burn
The royal wedding of Prince Charles is celebrated
In America the skies roar as Columbia the first space shuttle blasts off
But as winter descends, so does the chilling news of martial law in Poland

Argentina invades Falklands
And Spielberg captures our imaginations
Unemployment rises above three million
And with threat of cruise missiles twenty thousand women go to war to safe guard peace
Britain gets it's fourth T.V. station
Princess Diana gives us a royal heir
The I.R.A. bring horror to Hyde Park
Breshnev dies in Russia
And Israel invades Lebanon

As protesters get into their stride at Greenham
Ronald Reagan promises to make Star Wars a frightening reality
Back on earth the Soviets admit to shooting down a Korean airliner
Maggie Thatcher triumphs again
And America's first woman astronaut is in space
For Grenada its an American invasion

After twelve weeks the striking miners still battle on
And in Brighton the P.M. and cabinet narrowly escape death as an I.R.A. bomb rips through the Grand Hotel.
Yvonne Thatcher is gunned down and her murderer flies away a free man
Rajiv Gandhi fights to save his country after the assassination of his mother
Millions face starvation in Ethiopia

Mikhail Gorbachev is Soviet leader, while shouts of "scab" greet miners.
Unions vote to end the national strike.
The rainbow warrior of Greenpeace is damaged in new Zealand by two bombs
Live aid rocks the world for the hungry
A policeman is hacked to death in London
Reagan in Geneva said the world is now a safe place

Space shuttle explodes on take off
Swedish P.M. is shot dead in the street, the pickets cash in wapping,
Reagan bombs Libya (Keep your head down)
Russian nuclear reactor is ablaze

Beirut gun man attack U.N.,
Argentinean president ends arms revolt
Gorbachev makes new offer on arms cuts
Iraqi Exocet blasts U.S. frigate
Thatcher is elected for a third term
In Britain 'spycatcher' is banned, but anyone can buy it in America
A storm hits the stock market on black Monday

S.A.S. gun man gun down I.R.A. unit in Gibraltar
Mitterand returns as French president
U.S. war ships shoot down an Iranian airliner
Bush is elected as U.S. president
Thatcher speaks for Polish freedom
Britain is shocked by two disasters in nine days
And Edwina resigns over a storm in an egg cup

Berlin wall is torn down freedom sweeps the East
In China a light of hope in Tiannamen square is extinguished
In Romania the people fight against the dictator Ceaucescu and with his death they win
For once it seems a hope and good can prevail

Saddam Hussein invades Kuwait
U.N. troops leave to face the unknown horrors of modern warfare
Mandela is freed
The Soviet pulls out of Czechoslovakia
And Maggie Thatcher resigns

The waiting is over, the Gulf explodes
Never has such a powerful force been unleashed against one Nation
The bombardment against Iraq is relentless
The end comes quickly, as the victorious survivors celebrate
For some the battle against grief is only just beginning
Yellow ribbons are everywhere
With the release of John McCarthy, it seems at last the world is changing for the better.
Terry Waite's smile inspires millions
And in Russia Yeltsin replaces Gorbachev
(Conflict after conflict.
Now it's just the bare bones of what we are.
A vicious circle in an open ended struggle.
Life goes on as if all around is not relevant,
As we look through closed eyes we try and understand.)
In Yugoslavia civil war rages
Robert Maxwell makes the biggest splash
And the I.R.A. bomb Downing Street

If we had a view what would it show?
We're stuck in a room that has no view,
And so are you,
Or are you?
Well are you?

The Institution Of Dreams

Human nature beams for all to see, the story now unfolds.
As they wonder into wonderland, their lives, the starring role.
He makes his move so carefully, as he takes her by the hand.
He whispers that he loves her, so she fails to understand.
Strolling lives, angelic passages, with visions crystal clear.
He demonstrates his love for her. She hides away her fears.
He showers her with prizes, she's the first in his love life!
He piles on the emotions. But she don't want to be his wife.

"You and I will build a dream together,
Give me your heart I'll love forever.
When I hold your hand,
I start to understand,
What they mean when they say love,
What we mean when we say love."

"Well now you really better love me so or I will hate your guts???
Your mine all mine no ifs or buts, no one else must ever touch,
And to you I now give all my heart,
As I knew I would right from the start.
Our gold band now engages us within the institute of dreams."

They ride the path towards married bliss, but something's just not right.
Those visions now seem so distorted, they disagree and fight.
Both now miss their freedom. But this contract they've created.
In acceptance with society's morals, a tradition that's so dated.
Looking back in time she thinks what's life got in store from here?
Confused, twisted, sick inside he drowns in another beer.
With tears in eyes he walks away he's convinced that, that is that!
But absences makes the heart grow fonder, and now he begs her to come back.

She finds a man to compensate.
He wins at home, she plays away.
It's been going on a while now?
All seems lost, is it too late?
But meanwhile he's out there finding solace with another,
He holds sweet truth, she keeps dark secrets. She looks, he knows he loves her.
But he also dreams up images of all the thoughts of her he's missed,
They patch it up for the umpteenth time as this tale takes another twist.
Loves a never ending question always asking why is it wrong
To hold love and feelings for more than one, and well that's another song.

Climbimg The Stairs

Standing alone in a mystery.
Standing alone in misery.
I'm standing alone, it's a mystery?
The start of the war, it's the first to die
So on my own, in not the place to be

First, I see a visions of insane men
Unaware on the stairs, caught by the same gang
Pure hatred on young and aged faces
One, two, three, they ain't leaving traces

As someone pushes past, I'm track right in their path
I try to respond, but this just raises a laugh
A clenched fist punches hard, smashing the face
I try to turn and run, but they're all over the place
Pulling hard on the stair rail, but this ain't my night
My shirt rips in two, as they hold me so tight
I feel a terrible blow, as something collides with skull
I fight back so hard, but the blades take their toll
So many shots on target, on the floor curled up tight
The crazed just won't stop, is this finally goodnight?
Now a feeling so strange, something won't let it die
And can't let them screw up the rest of our lives.

I'm losing all, all track of time
I feel the pain of a real life crime
Boy they roar, let's open up his head
Hey you, see how far you've pushed this
I'm now praying that someone will turn up soon
I'm unaware they're creeping down the backstairs
I shout, "Hey, what am I getting this for?
I weren't even there, I didn't go past the door".
But the baton rains down, the boots pile in
Why don't they leave it, look at the state that I'm in
The choppers chops hard, the blade cuts deep
Flesh hangs off in slices and I start to weep
The baton rains down, the boots pile in
I feel a strange peacefulness building up within
The choppers chops hard, the blood runs red
I feel total release, I think I must be dead

Back alive in the shadow of a dead man
I'm not alone? I'm reaching for the stair rails
Instead I grab the hand of the father
I see a face, it's the face of my mother
There's someone else, it's the mother of my mother
Whose strong man is helping me
Climb up the stairs from the misery
Climb and climb, the stairs from the misery
Climbing the stairs
For the unaware?
To see

A Question Of Priorities

The winds of change are now blowing again, I can sense it, I can feel it, like a breath of fresh air.
Thousands upon thousands of words, is our right to reply.
A question of priorities, in a universal role.

Memories surround of bitter times, so don't expect too much, as all seems lost, when the world finally says give up.
From the dark wind wept streets, I see a glimmer of light, of hope, a presence of defiance.
I wonder, and I realise, that while some wait for miracles, others may help create them.

From a room that has no view, I gaze from the window; I consider our purpose, the cold stars look down, and there's a feeling that someone, or something, is always looking, strange, cos it's, it's like, it's like careful observation, the sweetest manipulation, those smiling images of love, a confused pattern of trust, a feeble structure fleeing, responsibility and feelings, and I wonder who, what, why where and when and if in fact I'm still believing?
In all those moments we've shared.
Of all the things that we have been through.
I feel happiness, sadness, remember the places that we have been to push our views and ideas home.
Of meeting people who feel alone.
Of seeing anguished faces smile again,
An achievement? Well I hope.

As we swim from the shore, I can feel the undercurrent.
I hear songs of hope and glory, but how deep is their ocean?
We turn and face obsession, a painful reminder from tomorrow.
The seas a funny shade of blue now, do we drown in mistakes sorrow?
A nation remains silent, burnt out skulls, blank expressions.
An image of convenience, in reality's succession.
Blind in the one-eyed kingdom, following those who followed last,
Who follow those, who followed before them. Is there a future in the past?

Is Never To Die

I have slept so long, for so long.
There lies my regret, sighing and grieving.
Had I known I could tremble so, what now I know.
I would never have shown my soul.

Leaping, like an eager flame.
After all who is to blame?
There lies my regret, shining and grieving.

And as this evening falls,
To close, for closed eyes.
Take that backward glance,
And see, see what lies behind.

Recall the time when all the world,
Just seemed to recline,
Within our hands and was washed away,
Like the fleeting summer rain.
Gentle memories of our finest day,
Can we ever hope to regain?

The innocence of youth.
The sordid truth.
Our visions turn sour.
All colours change to grey.
Goodbye my tender dreams.
Is there a better day?


To live on in hearts, is never to die.

These Colours Don't Run

The factories still churning out
Of that there's not a single doubt
There's more snide shit from their flea pits
They could couldn't give a fucking shit.
It's true, overdue, and plain to see,
The plight of those in misery
A dead necked vision, product of subsidence
Fucked up, and held in screaming silence

Another police force investigation
Blatant lies, false fucked suggestions
Is it all down to communications?
Or does the grass need cutting?
Has it change direction?

The chants that only serve to divide
The police link with the revenue, the royalties slide
Now as poor old joy gardener bites the dust
Why should I give a fucking fuck?
But the lefties scream outside the courts
Looking to lay the blame, it's no ones fault
They show sincerity, Oh! how much they care
Yeah! In their sick, twisted cause, in their affairs

A black coy has just missed his bus
A racist attack? Or blood thirsty lust?
Again the left jump on the back of the weeks attack
And force feed, socialist shit militant crap.
They blatantly try and whip up violence
Keep their arseholes shut? Keep it silent.
Another black person has died, that is true
But are you suprised? I ain't, because I already knew

By promoting political deaths, they could not give a fucking toss

The sexism reign in green mans world
The A.L.F. proves yet again that they won't be told
That what they do (or don't) is totally wrong
So fuck off you insane cunts, it still remains... our song!

Detention centres for the relentless
Approved schools for the fools
Abolish the jury, punish the fury
But it's our power that you fuel
So it is basically blatantly obvious
And in fact fucking common sense
That when people are forced to live in shit
Under your conditions, crime will undoubtedly spread

You may be watching every move we make
You even convince yourself that you're clever
But I'm looking right back into your eyes,
So don't you ever, never ever,
Think that I mignt trip or slip
Right down your stairs
Into your cells, where unaware,
You can beat and fuck me senseless,
While the world spins around relentless

You may have people on your side
That I consider the lowest form of life
But don't you think of what you call respect
Even enters into our minds aspect
For I'm sick of respect, how about our causes instead?
What made the maddened go to extreme lenghts
Who simply couldn't take it
Who knew they wouldn't make it
Being ground down fine,
By those who haven't got the time
For they shall punish those who sin
Toss the peasants into the bin
Of those that won't beg for their pittance
And that still remains our fucking difference
Who will not beg to their Jesus, God
Christ I've had enough of that!
Christ I've had enough of this!

Colin Jerwood -- vocals.
Francisco Carreno -- drums.
Paul Hoddy -- bass.
Mark Pickstone -- keyboards.
Marshall Penn -- guitar.
Ferenc Collins -- guitar.
Jackie Hanna -- vocals.

Recorded in Alaska 1993.
Produced by Conflict.
Engineered by Andy Hope.

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