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Princess Of Persia

Lyrics and music written by PG Innes

Arrangement on 'Princess Of Persia' by PG Innes, EC Walker, D Frew & S McLeary

All rights reserved © 2016

   

From Tehran you came across the sea: contraband; exile; refugee.

Locked up in Evin for what you believe, this place is heaven beside where you've been.

   

Hold your spirit, hold it unto the end - nothing will take me away from you.

Let's distill it, such a beautiful blend - nothing will take me away from you.

   

Womens' voice silenced once again: 'bad hijab'; property of men.

Warrior poet on Enghelab Square, now you can show it without a care.

 

Hold your spirit, hold it unto the end - nothing will take me away from you.

Let's distill it, such a beautiful blend - nothing will take me away from you.

Hold your spirit, hold it unto the end - nothing will take me away from you.

Don't inhibit, you don't have to pretend - nothing will take me away from you.

   

Rain pours down on holy ground.

Blood runs down from your crown.

   

    

Uisge Beatha

Lyrics and music written by PG Innes

Arrangement on 'Big in Estonia' by PG Innes, EC Walker, D Frew & S McLeary

All rights reserved © 2014

   

Here’s to you and here’s to me, amber nectar sets us free.

Let’s have another one or two or three, let’s face the consequences endlessly.

   

Water of life, make my spirit come whole,

You wake me and shake me, put fire in my soul.

On the edge of my life, feeling out of control,

You rape me and break me, the fire in my soul.

   

You run the rat race every day, nine-to-five to pay your way.

Don’t you know you ain’t gonna make no hay?  Don’t you know you’ll just piss it all away?

   

I hope you’re happy now I’m dry, brings a tear to my red eyes.

What I would give to find a compromise, what you would give to find another guy.

   

    

 

Music Is My Methadone

Lyrics and music written by PG Innes
Arrangement on 'Big In Estonia' by PG Innes, EC Walker, D Frew & S McLeary
All rights reserved © 2014

   

My heart missed a beat today, as I pulled the tourniquet.

But my veins are cold and grey, and the pain won’t go away.


You were supposed to be my everything, you were supposed to smooth my ride.

You were supposed to be my everything, something to pull me through the night.

   

My drug of choice is the drummer’s noise, the guitarist’s slide.  My drug of choice is the singer’s voice.

   

Music is my methadone.  Music gets inside my bones.

   

Now the city blocks my view, ‘dear green place’ you make me blue.

When the chemicals won’t do, let the music see you through.

   

Music is my methadone.  Music gets inside my bones. 

Music is my methadone.  Music is what keeps me going.

 



The Song Of The Clyde

Lyrics and music written by PG Innes
Arrangement on 'Big In Estonia' by PG Innes, EC Walker, D Frew & S McLeary
All rights reserved © 2014

 

Death on the river sends a shiver down my spine.

You can’t deliver ‘cause you never read between the lines.

  

Hope and pray that these crimes won’t pay.  Hope and pray that we’ll win some day.

  

You promised never to forget but the Hibakusha suffer yet

Because you can’t see the nightmare coming true.

And the only thing that is assured is the mass destruction of our world

Unless you can see the nightmare coming true.

 

You’re masquerading, rearranging history and time.

Now the battle’s changing, war is raging, but only in your mind.

 

And you’ll always find a time to kill when it multiplies your dollar bills

For you still can’t see the nightmare coming true.

So you’ve turned your ploughshares into swords?

Well I hope you get your just rewards

When the nightmare of all nightmares cometh true.




Espedair Street

Lyrics written by GM Stirling-Whyte and adapted by PG Innes / Music written by PG Innes
Arrangement on 'Big In Estonia' by PG Innes, EC Walker, D Frew & S McLeary
All rights reserved © 2014

 

In the corner of a back room on Espedair Street, Twenty-Four-Seven were address complete

She sits there quiet and unassuming, dressed in white, not at all presuming

That she could belong somewhere else but here, in the corner of this back room with no light near.

Silent tears, welling and growing, falling to the floor with nobody knowing.

  

Ooh, Mary weeps.

  

Backed into a corner on Espedair Street, Twenty-Four-Seven were address complete

You can hear groaning, pushing and shoving, but no real sounds resembling loving

Are coming out of this broken alley, where a mother-of-one and a man called McNally

Are trying to discover who really knows best - why try to uncover when you know the rest?

  

It’s no wonder in times like these, when tragedy spreads like some airborne disease

That in the bowels of midnight the innocent can’t sleep, and in the corner of a backroom on Espedair Street...

 

The cathedral is empty.





Free

Lyrics written by PG Innes & A Hendy / Music written by PG Innes

Arrangement on 'Idiot Syncrasies' by PG Innes, EC Walker & J Sinclair
All rights reserved © 2003

 

Do you ever think that there’s nowhere left to go?

The bills are needing paid and your social life’s a low.

The weekend’s left in tatters, its remains are in the pan.

Nothing seems to matter any more but find it if you can.

 

We’ll be free, where we want to be, alright.

Flying high through the open sky, forever and ever ‘til the end of time.

 

Does it ever hit you sitting in your stately homes,

‘Bout the ones who life has tossed aside and left out on their own?

Do you stop to think of them, about the future and the past?

Well as far as I’m concerned you can shove your money up your arse.

 

Optimism’s failing, hope has faded out,

Standing as you pass them by, ignoring as they shout.

One day they could be like you whilst you could be like them,

After this could you bring yourself not to give a damn?

 

Do you ever think that there’s nowhere left to go?

Everyone must learn that we all have something we can show.





Everything Has Got A Little Price

Lyrics and music written by PG Innes

Arrangement on 'Idiot Syncrasies' by PG Innes, EC Walker & J Sinclair
All rights reserved © 2003

 

Just when you think it’s safe to crawl from underneath your stone,

Back they come, but only now they’re wanting even more.

At last it seems you’re near the end, your years of hell are through,

Still these demons hunt you down ‘cause they’re not through with you.

 

It doesn’t matter what it is you’re after, everything has got a little price.

Walking the plank is an option, but I’ll just take my roll of the dice.

Nothing can be ‘happy ever after’, humanity insists on being a test.

All of us want to be heroes, but we might have to settle for less.

 

Whether you’ve done wrong or right, been evil or called a saint,

All that matters in their minds is that you’re the one to blame.

You thought you were invincible, respected, praised, admired,

Look what’s come from what’s been done, not quite what you desired.

 

Now look how you’ve ended up, it’s clear you’re feeling rough,

Seems there’s nothing left for you and life’s just too damn tough.

They’ll tell you that the time has come to change your faltering life,

Let them think they’ve beaten you ‘cause at least you’ve kept your pride.





Buried Alive

Lyrics and music written by PG Innes

Arrangement on 'Idiot Syncrasies' by PG Innes, EC Walker & J Sinclair
All rights reserved © 2003

 

Come say can you see by the dawn’s early light,

Why everything is going wrong and nothing’s going right?

There’s nowhere to run, you are touching the void,

All feelings turn to guilt and fear when you are paranoid.

 

For the world keeps on turning and changing all the time,

The past must be left far behind.

But my conscience is weak, these things prey upon my mind,

I’m being buried alive.

 

Will there be just one day without plagues of despair?

Release me from this stranglehold cause they’re too much to bear.

How long must it take ‘til my furies subside?

Lift me from my grave of fear, I just want to survive.

 

Can bliss be for real?

It takes a lot to feel

When all we have is optimistic pessimism here.





No Time Like The Present

Lyrics and music written by PG Innes

Arrangement on 'Idiot Syncrasies' by PG Innes, EC Walker & J Sinclair
All rights reserved © 2003

  

When I wake and taste the air, I feel myself ready to become as one.

Everyday I don’t despair, ‘cause now I know for sure my time will come.

You’ve got to take the bull by the horns.

You’ve got to trust the dice every turn.

 

We want to sing a ballad, not a sonnet,

Put another little wager on it.

Come together when the music’s calling,

‘Cause we know we’ve got to keep on rolling.

Trust the night, fight the day, trying to make it go away.

Doesn’t matter, you can bet that there ain’t no time like the present.

 

When I hear the desperate voice of cynicism speak I have to act.

I'm going to tell my brothers and my sisters that it’s so damn foolish to look back.

Don’t ever think that you can’t cope.

Each new moment brings new hope.

 

Yesterday was years ago, tomorrow’s hidden somewhere in the clouds.

You've got to take the time to know yourself,

The truth is that the only time is now.





Pride

Lyrics and music written by PG Innes

Arrangement on 'True Colours EP' by PG Innes, EC Walker & J Sinclair
All rights reserved © 2005

   

Take a look at your homeland and breathe the air right in.

There’s so much revolution here just waiting to begin.

Feel the beat of five million hearts pounding in the rain.

Hear the sound of a nation that will not sell out again.

 

It’s not for glory,

It’s not for riches,

It’s not for honour,

It’s a cry for freedom.

 

While ignorant imperialists oppress to get their thrills,

I smell the flower of my land growing up there in the hills.

Though centuries will come and go, a people never dies.

No matter how they hold us down, we’ll always keep our pride.

 

Your flag flies from our castle walls but that’s no choice of mine.

You hide your nuclear U-boats here but not for long, you’ll find.

Feel the beat of five million hearts pounding in the rain.

This is the sound of a nation – will we see your like again?





The Thought Of Forever

Lyrics and music written by PG Innes

Arrangement on 'Idiot Syncrasies' by PG Innes, EC Walker & J Sinclair
All rights reserved © 2003

 

There’s a clock on the wall making time look so small,

But forever’s an eternity away.

As my patience gets thin, frustration’s setting in,

Seems I’m going nowhere every day.

 

And the thought of forever terrifies me,

Heaven knows I can’t disguise it now,

When words like ‘always’ turn me inside out.

 

There’s a taste in my mouth and I can’t spit it out,

This bitterness is slowly killing me.

I’ve been here for so long, my body’s turned to stone,

And my hiding place has lost its secrecy.

 

And the thought of forever terrifies me,

Heaven knows I can’t disguise it now,

When words like ‘always’ turn me inside out.

And the thought of forever terrifies me,

Surely you can understand me now?

Everybody’s time must come around.

 

There’s a clock on the wall making time look so small.

I wonder if I’m even here at all.


Have you ever loved someone so much that your body ached?

Have you ever longed for someone's touch so much?


 

 

 

 

Beautiful

Lyrics and music written by EC Walker

Arrangement on 'Idiot Syncrasies' by EC Walker, PG Innes & J Sinclair
All rights reserved © 2003

  

She’s so beautiful in an ugly kind of way.

Life could be so meaningful if you live it day by day.

Keep your eyes open wide, let the outside inside, don’t let your feelings hide.

Reach out take my hand, trip the angry sand, come let your mind expand.

 

She’s so typical in a funny kind of way.

We could be so wonderful if she’d just come out to play.

She’s the apple of my eye, getting ready to fly, I think I ate too much sky.

She’s all there is under the sun, so roll up and let’s have fun, there’s enough for everyone.

 

Don’t forget it's too late to turn back, too late to change your mind.

Sit back, take a deep breath and choke on the humankind.

The bells are ringing in your ears, so put down your foot and drive.

Your head aches, the pain is returning, at least you can feel you’re alive.

 




This Is Real

Lyrics and music written by PG Innes

Arrangement on 'Idiot Syncrasies' by PG Innes, EC Walker & J Sinclair
All rights reserved © 2003

    

Fake what you see and take what you want from me.

Hide from all you can, you'd strive to destroy this man.

  

But you don’t have to fake it anymore, you’ve got to find out what your soul is for,

And even when you’re numb from head to toe, you can feel.

  

Quake at what’s true and break all that’s dear to you.

Feel so unrefined, you’d steal candy from this child.

 

But you don’t have to fake it anymore, you’ve got to find out what your soul is for,

And even when you’re numb from head to toe, you can feel.

No-one needs to know you’ve hit the ground, it’s easy to feel lost when you are found,

Every time the feeling comes around, this is real.

  

You think there’s nothing left for you to feel, you think there’s nothing you don’t know.

But living in this world is hyper-real, there’s always somewhere you can go.





Jason And The Argonauts

Lyrics and music written by PG Innes

Arrangement on 'True Colours EP' by PG Innes, EC Walker & J Sinclair
All rights reserved © 2005

    

Tonight, frostbite in the air I breathe

Feels like tears as I fall to my knees.

I can’t stand all the hurt and the hate in this world.


Spent so much time wondering if I could

Learn to be too smart for my own good.

Here I stand on my own as the wave crashes home.

   

And as the ocean swirls around my legs, it’s quickly towering high.

How can I be faithful when I feel so cold tonight?

Drowned, no sound, can anybody help me to deny

The water’s rising but I’m too young to die?

 

Hello Mr Inconsistency.

Why is there no middle ground for me?

Here I stand in the rain, will the world know my name?


Sometimes it’s not easy to decide

How to live with Jekyll and with Hyde.

Here I stand all alone, where’s the teen spirit gone?





R.U.S.S.I.A.

Lyrics and music written by PG Innes

Arrangement on 'True Colours EP' by PG Innes, EC Walker & J Sinclair
All rights reserved © 2005

  

To Russia with love. Siberian cold love.

Russia, it’s time to forgive and forget, but the ghosts of your past aren’t exorcised yet.

Gorbachev tried but you must try again, with the world in the grip of these stupid white men.

   

R.U.S.S.I.A. or are you society’s scapegoat when things aren’t going so well?

Russia, who can tell?

The Cold War is done, a new age has begun, it’s the time for your people to learn a new dance.

Russia, here’s your chance.

   

Glasnost, Perestroika.  Freedom, Restructure.

It’s a criminal’s world in this liberal age, opportunity knocks every turn of the page.

Corruption, abduction without any trace, and a red mafiosa without any face.

   

From Leningrad to St. Petersburg.  From Stalingrad to Volgograd.

How the balance of power has swung through the years in the shadow of war and the sum of all fears.

The ghosts of your past could be starting to leave, in this wide open space we can breathe.


It’s in your lands, it’s in your hands,

You can determine what history defines.

Russia, it’s your time.





True Colours

Lyrics and music written by PG Innes

Arrangement on 'True Colours EP' by PG Innes, EC Walker & J Sinclair
All rights reserved © 2005

  

Truth be told, colours be perceived.  Don’t withhold, it’s time to be believed.

So arise dear brother, these days life’s a bitch, there’s no reprieve.

And arise dear sister, today it’s time to be believed. 


Start letting your true colours show.  Start letting your true feelings flow.

 

Strangers, for all they may portent, don’t pose as many dangers as your so-called friends.

Deck the halls with melancholy, contemplative to the end.

Better late than never sorry, where are your so-called friends?

 

This insurrection only serves as scant protection from my nerves,

A secret pact with what I don’t deserve.

 

I can’t believe what’s happening, humankind is caving in,

Can’t decide where to begin, heart and soul are flatlining.

I can’t believe what’s happening, ignorance lets evil in,

Can’t atone for all these sins, think I’ll pour another gin.

 

Don’t think about a word I’ve said, just go and watch the box instead,

Then wonder why democracy is dead.




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