The Treatment I saw a different set of doctors on the second day Their opinion was much the same --- Too much relief with too little strain And it was with me where they laid the blame But I’ve been beaten My heart aches from the treatment And I’ve been meaning to turn my life around Anyhow The hospital is comfortable with the quality of a dream The nurses here are beautiful and attend to me Well they’re all glamour models, porn princesses and fetish queens The problem is, I don’t appear to be able to leave But I’ve been beaten My heart aches from the treatment And I’ve been meaning to turn my life around Anyhow We can give you pills We can make you well We can make you feel much better Not the national health We can give you pills We can make you well We can make you feel much better Not the national hell Oh, I’ve been beaten My heart aches from the treatment And I’ve been meaning to turn my life around Anyhow Oh, I’ve been needing my diagnosis treating And I’ve been dreaming thoughts which aren’t allowed Anyhow

Oh Brother Oh Brother, won’t you give me some good news before I loose my little mind? I’ve been sleeping oh so lightly, waiting patient all my life Now my head may burst with dark foreboding truths I am so scared, so scared, so young, so out of tune Can’t tell what is wrong or right anymore I just need to see the light that first lead me to your front door Oh Brother, won’t you give me some good news before I loose my little mind? I’ve been sleeping oh so lightly, waiting patient all my life All the white lies I have ever told They cling to the dew of your grassy fold The devil that resides in me is well aware Of my sins --- it is to him I confess this prayer Oh Brother, won’t you give me some good news before I loose my little mind? I’ve been sleeping oh so lightly, waiting patiently behind Patient all my life Patient all my life Patient all my life

Cold Can you hear the night outside my love? The echoes in the troubled distance --- Chaos in the blackness --- A requiem for a hungry spirit looking for a home My hands are cold --- this place is cold I can’t stop my wretched body shaking I only have these hands Please draw the blinds and we will light a candle --- We will light them all You catch my gaze and put me away in the pockets of your apron Hold me like you will never let me go Brave girl. Turn off the television --- it will do no good And when we die don’t leave me in another life Even if the world is awash with water and ice Can you hear the sea beyond my love? The waves are filtered through the trees Weeds creep into my hair A chorus line for a thirsty sailor listening out for songs Our hearts are cold --- the world is cold Can’t stop our ravaged turning souls We’re only blessed with one heart Please draw the blinds and we will light a candle --- A candle for the world You catch my gaze and set me in flames with the shimmer of your night gown Stained with salt we will forever go Brave girl. Turn off the television --- it will do no good And when we die don’t leave me in another life Even if it turns out to be a shining paradise Can you hear the rain outside my love? I am cold.

Rue St Veuve I have seen it all before In it’s deep misery Up there in the spot light Where I would never choose to be (Behold) In the city’s main square! Full of garish people in a gaudy parade (“Stop pushing the wrong way, my friend”) The theatre is still a way away The theatre is still a way away I called upon the hour glass Then I told you the end of the play A twisted, morbid epilogue Words foaming from a disused drain (Behold) In the city’s main square! Full of garish people in a gaudy parade (“Stop pushing the wrong way, my friend”) The theatre is still a way away The theatre is still a way away Back then, that was not true But it came around to be out of necessity or need I would slit his throat if he threatened me Well, stopping short of literally

In The Garden / On The Mound Scene I. (In the tulip gardens at midnight, late spring) Tulip array; in abundance --- As Psyche opens her wings I have seen things in the cold night air I have seen things that I know are not there Out in the gardens at midnight In ground frost and moonlight I know things are not easy I know times are not well As the butterfly spins with colourful wings I see double the scene reflected in the green of your eyes Scene II. (Early spring, a vast and sun-lit field at noon) Daffodil mound in the sunlight --- Beating the air, she sweeps low There are things I know --- in the corn fields in spring I’m sure I’ve seen her --- I have found things New life in the fields behold Physical death cannot claim the soul I know things are not easy I know times are not well As the butterfly spins with colourful wings I see double the scene reflected in the green of your eyes I know things are not easy I know times are not well As the butterfly spins with colourful wings I see double the scene reflected in the green of your eyes Double the scene reflected in the green of your eyes