3. SALVATION
I found no salvation in either the left or the right, only sympathy for the struggle I've been through
No structure to build beliefs on, no sense of reliability, only a deep understanding of what i'm never going to achieve
Pathetically I cling to this guff and unwillingly sob
Cling to the old way of living while embracing a new kind of approach in memory of the old world you revive a laughter and shred of respect,
but the darkness is upon us.
I proudly defecated on all the careful construction I had prepared a whole life in the making
Well-wishers are not welcome
I have actually destroyed a perfectly functional machine
Oh shit!
And the constant crowing fails to lift any sense of urgency
I remain prostrate and swaddled

4. SOIL OF WAR
Recall crag-tops and outcrops grazing horizon
Sooted stone houses and steep valley sides
A babbling Calder cuts its old crooked line
Recalling these things under flashing french skies
Flowers of enemy fire over head
Friends and comrades twisted and dead
Inextricably tied to dark pennine moors
A man starts to grow in the soil of war

5. PROBLEMS
The rumble in our bellies belies a longing
In strictness I found nothing but strictness
In hate I found so much relief
In problems I found problems
Ignorance is your salvation
I have not coped
I have coped a little
or I always seem to cope
I have not changed
I have changed a little
or I always seem to have changed

6. FAITH IN WOMEN
In squares I lost my faith in women, waiting for all kinds of meeting
In gardens of spring scent fulfilling weep for loss of chances fleeting
Friends can remain friends as long as you don't attempt to get in touch
The depths grow deeper
Stop your moping lazy fucker
Happiness a concept meant to scupper
The brains potential yours to bugger
Should it be known it was lost to a lover?
While said friends plunder flippancy i was working for a steady wage
Although we struck up conversation i can relate to nothing you say
With cracking smile and crossed wires which give away my age
Stop your moping lazy fucker
Happiness a concept meant to scupper
The brains potential yours to bugger
Should it be known it was lost to a lover?