The North England Blues

 

This is the case of the north England blues

About the things you might have and the things you might lose

The life that I’ve lived no one can deny

Make a hard Herod weep or a cruel Nero cry

 

The story begins at Kellingley mine

The overman stopped us at quarter to nine

Clear out your lockers, the pit is to close!

The cause of our hardship he would not disclose

 

This is the case of the north England blues

This is the case of the north England blues

 

Shafted by Maggie, bulldozed by Blair

Thrown to the wolves in a pit of despair

With our useless skills the jobs were none

No means to provide for my wife and my son

 

No work at my age in the grocery store

My wife couldn’t bear me at home any more

After three years of struggle she finally left

Cold nights alone. Abandoned. Bereft

 

This is the case of the north England blues

This is the case of the north England blues

 

My boy was expelled for a fight or two

He got into drugs cos there was nothing to do

His future’s bleak now they locked him away

He won’t let me visit to see if he’s okay

 

So what should you make of the north England blues?

It’s not up to me, they’re your thoughts to choose

I don’t mean to alarm or intend to confuse

But this was the case of the north England blues

Pairs in Nature

Observe how the loyal Moon

Arcs across the sky

Enchanting seas in rhythmic turn

Like lovers passing by

 

Of all the pairs in nature

The clearest one to see

Is I should be with you my love

And you should be with me

 

See the leafy sycamore

Pass unto the breeze

Her seed to carry life along

A hearty friend to trees

 

Of all the pairs in nature

The clearest one to see

Is I should be with you my love

And you should be with me

 

Watch how the lowly poet

Wields his potent pen

Carving figures, crafting tales

Time and time again

 

Of all the pairs in nature

The clearest one to see

Is I should be with you my love

And you should be with me

With Your Love

 

I stumbled through the desert

With longing in my eyes

The flora scorched and withered

No clouds to grace the sky

But with your love they’ll live once again

With your love they’ll never have to die

With your love

 

I walked into the valley

Beyond the darkened abyss

There we danced upon the pasture

Together joined in bliss

And with your love I’m happy as we are

With your love I want to stay like this

With your love

 

Then came the crashing tempest

That tossed us to and fro

I whispered through the thunder

I’ll never let you go

And though our time will soon be over

With your love I’ve this to say

That I would fight a thousand armies

Just to spend with you another day

With your love

With your love

The Puppet Master

 

I tell you whom to worship

What fancy things to buy

The life I say you need I have for sale

Maneuvering the airwaves

To perpetuate my lie

My plots and schemes to rule you cannot fail

 

I am the puppet master

No one can ever know

That I am the puppet master

And I run the show

 

I threw the last election

I gently rigged the votes

The president has thanked me but he’ll know

He’s mine to do my bidding

As I hand him fists of notes

He’s here to make my ageless empire grow

 

I am the puppet master

No one can ever know

That I am the puppet master

And I run the show

 

I deal with the oilman

It’s a tricky, slicky field

He’ll keep pumping whilst my dollars fill his sack

And though the planet burns like hellfire

The truth remains concealed

Sure as chalk is white and coal is black

 

I am the puppet master

No one can ever know

That I am the puppet master

And I run the show

 

I own the guilty gunsmith

Your brother fights my war

I’ve money hedged on both the battling sides

Sell rifles to the richest

Keep down the peasant poor

Reveling as humanity divides

 

I am the puppet master

No one can ever know

That I am the puppet master

And I run the show

A few selected lyrics by Ryan Fox

 

Forget About Tomorrow For Today

I wish for you tomorrow the brightest diamond ever found

But all I have today are these cobbles on the ground

So tread gently as you walk

I laid our dreams in every block

Won’t you forget about tomorrow for today?

 

I wish for you tomorrow the finest wines: red, white and pink

But all I have today is this water here to drink

Sip carefully while you do

It’s brimming with my love for you

Won’t you forget about tomorrow for today?

 

I wish for you tomorrow the whitest robes from heaven high

But all I have today are these rags in which I’ll die

You can take all that I wear

Since my love for you is bare

Won’t you forget about tomorrow for today?

 

The Ballad of the Wailing Siren

Should you sail near the Isle of Capri

There three winged maidens most fair you’ll see

One of them, Parthenope

Her song the sweetest of the three

But truth be told that Siren’s tale

Is one of how true love can fail

 

Enticing sailors with tuneful bait

She fell for one and spared his fate

His name was Athos, the Commodore

He let her board his Man Of War

Their budding love for one another grew

As they sailed the ocean blue

 

One mate grew thirsty for their blissful life

He coveted the Siren for his wife

So took her captive on Pharos Isle

The Commodore came through in style

But northern winds swept through the docks

And the Man Of War crashed on to the rocks

 

Parthenope clung to an oar

She could not save the Commodore

With splintered heart the Siren wept

And since that day she has not slept

Returned to Caprian shores

There she wails for her Athos forever more

Mother Mary

The Sun comes up on Hanoi, beats through the stifling air

To illuminate St Josephs’ amid the bustling square

The people wail and squabble for reasons they don’t know

But one statue in the transept understands their timeless woe

 

Mother Mary help me, guide me by your grace

Mother Mary soothe me by the radiance of your face

I ask not much be granted as I kiss your sacred feet

But help me find the answer that I might find my peace

 

Phuong the weary widow sobs an epic flood

Her son succumbed to gambling, his debtors smelling blood

And in her crinkled hand she clasps a coin or two

Gifting her last hope to the guardian of the true

 

Mother Mary help me, guide me by your grace

Mother Mary soothe me by the radiance of your face

I ask not much be granted as I kiss your sacred feet

But help me find the answer that I might find my peace

 

Well-dressed An is thirty, she owns the jewellery store

Her mother sick and housebound, an ailment from the war

The doctor has no potion to ease the pain inside

Now come before St Mary to desperately confide

 

Mother Mary help me, guide me by your grace

Mother Mary soothe me by the radiance of your face

I ask not much be granted as I kiss your sacred feet

But help me find the answer that I might find my peace

 

Tuyen comes from Sapa, a family on the way

Her husband works the tour boats in pretty Halong Bay

The money pays too little for three meals every day

As she leaned in to the statue I thought I heard her say

 

Mother Mary help me, guide me by your grace

Mother Mary soothe me by the radiance of your face

I ask not much be granted as I kiss your sacred feet

But help me find the answer that I might find my peace