Talk Is Cheap

Talk is cheap and its easy to shout
If we spent all our time working things out
Would it change anything?
Words are cheap and anyone can sing
So let’s sing a song about all the wrongs 

Complaining and straining
This is where it belongs
Or so some one said
It must’ve been something I read

But while I weas reading
 The ethics lay bleeding
Stab the back of the hand that feeds you 

We fall apart in the ‘basic human nature’ excuse
It’s the heart of the gig that bleeds
From the endless soul self-abuse
Tied to the bar in the hope of reviews
From the obvious to the obtuse

The critics who sound so profound
About the mythical ‘new underground’

But talk is cheap
The words of wisdom put you to sleep
And you don’t even read the cuttings you keep
Just following trends
The trail never ends
When all the solutions are just round the bend 

You’re upholding ideas that you’d never defend
In the endless search you cannot comprehend
That there’s nothing that wonderful
In worshipping trivial
Ego material
Music sells papers
Who sell you the feeling
As if it was missing (Yeah really)

Talk is cheap
Till you put it in print
Sing as you read
The words all fit 

Now we’re learning the words
Obscure or absurd
It makes no difference
It never gets heard
No it never gets ‘in’
What you really want to win
When there’s nothing to be
You say ‘look at me!’
And it works!
Yes it works!
Talk is cheap
But shouting is free!

Lyrics: Dick Lucas


Civilization Street

Civilization Street
Here we all are on civilization street
Where the neighbours never meet
And you have to be discreet
Don’t ever talk to strangers
Even when they offer you sweets
Keep your mouth shut,
keep your mouth shut
Keep your head down

Here we all are in civilization town
Where the shops are closing down
And the people rush around
No time to stop and talk
While the clocks are going round
Keep your head down,
keep your head down
Keep your mouth shut

Here we all are in civilization city
Where the lights are oh so pretty
And the concrete smells of money
Laced with years of exploitation
Got no job, got no job
Oh what a pity

Where the church is empty
And the graveyard full
The skies are gray with chemicals
And all the books lie in the dust
The televisions never rust
Watch the people wither away
Alone together – ‘Have a nice day!’
Have a nice day!

On civilization street the jigsaw’s incomplete
We got the whole world at our feet

But we ruined all the good bits
And cut down all the trees
And dumped the radiation
Into the big blue sea
And carved up someones landscape
Just to get from A to B
Just to move that little bit faster
In your five speed luxury
Just to move that little bit closer
To the world on your T.V.
Everyone needs more money (ha!)
Cos nothing makes ends meet
Cos time is money, time is money
And money buys time
On civilization street
Civilization street

Lyrics: Dick Lucas
Music: Culture Shock

Cosmetic Plague

Being honest is no means of survival
Avoid your inner-feelings like the plague
This is what it takes to comply with the images this structure will accomodate
But things aren’t what they seem
When they’re partially hidden behind walls of pretence built for peace of mind
The barriers between us are forever maintained by our acceptance of the roles others choose to define

In a world of competition life’s portrayed as a contest
Where we’re forced to live by making gains at others expense
But no-one’s really gaining
When perpetual conflict’s the result of our relationships based on pretence
We don’t need this cultural cosmetic division
It upholds the self-interest
On which the system feeds
A deconditioned consciousness of mutual respect
Is the only way to cure this cosmetic disease.

Lyrics; Nick Blinko

Music; Rudimentary Peni

Never Follow

Never Follow

Follow me
I’ll take you there
You needn’t think
You needn’t care
On the way
We’ll find some others
Baptize with lies
And make them brothers

No I will never follow
I will never follow
Your truth diseased and hollow
No I will never follow

Forget your thoughts
Forget your will
Tell that voice inside
To just keep still
If it gets to be too much
Just turn your eyes away
The free individual’s from a bygone day

No I will never follow
I will never follow
Your truth diseased and hollow
No I will never follow
I’ll be your destroyer
Your world’s great annoyer
I’ll be your destroyer
No worn propaganda for me

Follow me
I’ll take you there
You needn’t think
You needn’t care
We’ll all go gentle
Into that good night
There’ll be no more raging
Against the dying of the light

No I will never follow
I will never follow
Your truth diseased and hollow
No I will never follow
I’ll be your destroyer
Your world’s great annoyer
I’ll be your destroyer
No guns, knives, nor lawyers
No I will never follow
I will never follow
You can’t take my will away
My dreams will never say die

“Never Follow”
lyrics John Haggarty
GreatMusic Naked Raygun

Walk In Cold

Walk In Cold

Ever consider
From boiling water the residue?
A sea full of people
But after the action who’s left with you?
They’re standing on others.
You’re standing on hope to see you through.
The atmosphere’s waning
They stand on your toes they breathe with you

With virgin eye and heart of gold
And mind of child
I swear it’s not the way
I thought it would be

And of the others?
Fools in a glass house throwing stones
Delusions of lacking
Unless one can top it
Leave it alone
A no – alee dream place
Where waves in my blood crash violent tone
And after all effort
The pain and the rain claim you their own

With virgin eye and heart of gold
And mind of child
I swear it’s not the way
I thought it would be


Lyrics–Eric Spicer
Music–Naked Raygun
From the album; Jettison


I heard the notes all fade away
Leaving their memorial stones
Yesterday’s thoughts have come to stay…..
Until they decompose 

A picture paints a thousand words
With nothing much to say
What last night seemed had to be heard
Is left unsaid today 

So when you said you understood
I couldn’t understand
I was looking at an empty beach
As you saw the grains of sand 

I was counting views from windows
When you looked in from outside
The light was blurred and distant
And several cities wide 

So I turn up the volume
To hear the notes so dim
You said you couldn’t hear it
So I asked you to come in
Then you held up a mirror
I saw my face congeal
I was thin and getting thinner
And I dreamt it was for real

Lyrics: Dick Lucas
Music: Citizen Fish, from the album “Free Souls In A Trapped Environment”

Spirit Of Radio

Begin the day
With a friendly voice
A companion unobtrusive
Plays that song that’s so elusive
And the magic music
Makes your morning mood
Off on your way
Hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the Spirit ever lingers
Undemanding contact in your happy solitude

Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free

All this machinery
Making modern music
Can still be open hearted
Not so coldly charted
It’s really just a question…
Of your honesty….
Yeah! your honesty
One likes to believe in the freedom of music
But glittering prizes
And endless compromises
Shatter the illusion of integrity


For the words of the prophets were written on the studio wall
Concert hall
And echoes with the sounds of salesmen

Lyrics; Neil Peart
Music; Rush
From the album
“Permanent Waves”

The first Rush song I ever heard and I loved it straight away, from there I discovered a band that made fantastic music, coupled with excellent intelligent lyrics.
And for me both those elements are what makes great music. Music that you feel and lyrics that make you think.

Most people are content to accept the music/artists that appear on mainstream. Go looking, there’s a wealth of imaginative original work out there.

“Popularity is the hallmark of mediocrity” (Oscar Wilde)