Harry's Blog

Walking down the street, dodging penguins' plastic feet
There's a man, banner in hand, trying to make a stand
Radical style, gotta get away, gotta stop, gotta shop
Can't win, can't lose, gotta hurry up and choose
Rainy day philosopy, please no sureaslistic fish today
Can't stay, won't say, can't undermine dismay
Won't make a choice now, I'll kindly take a bow
'Cause the record story beckons, the beardy weirdy ditched in seconds

Chorus:
If you want a little love you have to give some away
If you want a little love then someone has to pay
He said, "Jesus is the man, the man with the plan, today"
He said, "Jesus is the man, the man with the plan, today"

Wanna lie a little, cry a little, spy a little now
Can I screw a little, drink a little and still go to Hell?
Gonna fight a little, write a little, me study never!!!
Gonna play a little in rain and stormy weather
Roar a little, purr a little, can I get a good job?
Demolition woman I've stolen you from Jon
Bon Jovi video, now in quad stereo
Tap a little, dive a little, alternatly pick a solo

Beards back, followed track right into the record store
Confused, bemused, should he just burn it all?
Dungaree, tank-top, green haired paradise
What does the consumer want from the afterlife?
Being Batman, Spiderman or Superman would be nice
Slowly stripping Alicia with my dirty little green eyes
Syd's eating cereal watching Roger's gloomy videos
I think I've found a good rhyme for Papal Encyclical

Song writing hell where rhythm's just a curse
Did you spot the glaring error in the silly second verse?
All hail, inhale, lighter fuel, propane
Gonna burn the theatre down if an angry man profanes
"Hello trees, hello sheep," my Venus on the TV
If I write a nice song will she fall in love with me?
Playing the game, the game that always ends the same way
Heartaches, earthquakes and a brace of new enemies

Valentine, right on time, I'm bored with this malarky
Can't grope in these bushes, unless you've paid the parky
Can't lose with booze, but now I'm all confused
by Romans, Ephesians, Galations and Hebrews
"Please don't throw away, read it when you get home today"
Beardy pleades incessantly for a level ground and fair play
He says it'll end in trouble, "so ride roughshod over rubble
You've got to swin upstream against the surrealistic bubble."

Friday, what a day, now Claira's mad at me
If I say I'm sorry will she accept my apology
My lyrical ideas are like carefully built snowflakes
Everyone says they're pure, but ultimately tasteless
Postmodernism is a very silly issue
Can I cope without them or will I really miss you?
Now I think I'm that short stormtrooper
Who gets to kiss the princess but never gets to keep her

Where is the peace and love that we feel we've all lost?
It lies in a pool of shattered dreams underneath a double decker bus
Don't you see, you can't blame me?
It was lost by the evil Maggie in her selfish little society
What happens when we die, will I go to heaven?
I should have stopped at three, but now I'm on my seventh
These verses don't make sense, so how can you understand?
Beardy says there's a way for you, a man with a big plan