CONDITIONED[ Early unrecorded WARSAW song, ]

Sure I'll see you drown,
you do for me, I did for you.
You're on the rim of wheels that turn,
in ignorance, no way to learn.
Cure just take you down,
not down for good, that's understood.
Lights on green, borrowed times,
it's just the same, a different name.
Conditioned - you,
Conditioned - me,
No way out that I can see,
Conditioned - you,
Conditioned - me,
Who selects your destiny
Just who's in the chair,
to think for me, to make me care.
Turn down the TV,
turn down my pulse.
Control my heart,
the sound's too much.

DEADLINE[From 1979]

Destinations always change.
It could be hours,
it seems like days.
Wait around as though nothing's wrong.
But heaven knows we've tried so long,
to do the final breakthrough.
A choice of gifts,
with cards to deal.
A narrow table,
legs of steele.
A window seat with views the same,
all down the line we play the game.
For two, now we are two.
Destinations never change.
It seems as though we're days away.
And all the points that lead us to.
We never stop, just pass on thru' again.
Do it again.

DRIFTWOOD[From 1979]

Moving on out in a new line,
setting our course by the sun.
Leaving the shoreline behind us,
we're drifting apart while we run.
Wheels are in motion above us,
metal and power in disguise.
Scared of the danger around us,
we're drowning in our paradise.
Wreckage and Gold on the sea bed,
souls we could never reclaim.
Grey are the skies that surround us,
forcing us farther away.
Moving on out in a new line,
setting our course by the sun.
Leaving it all way behind us,
we're drifting apart as we run.

END OF TIME[From 1978]

We resist all of times mutations,and lose our hands for all lost creations.
We left holes in the best laid plans,and registered every inward glance.
For all mysteries never seen and never revealed,
And the memories, always tired, never too real.
Yeah, the memories down on the paper cease to exist.
To uncover all true feelings inside just too much to risk.
We made out down the roads to nowhere,
and lost all the purposes in the rush to get there.
From broken homes built on dust and ashes,
that marked the spot of last years crashes.
For all mysteries never seen and never revealed,
And the memories, always hazy, never too real.
Yeah, the memories of a future everyone shared.
But when the time came, looking over our shoulders,nobody cared.

DAY OF THE LORDS[from 1978]

'We won't forget you on the day of the lords,
when our hearts stopped, when we put up the boards.
To relax from all the sickness of words,
to escape from the collapse of the worlds.
We won't forget you, though in violence you go,
as the wheels turned in the theatres below.An escape from the ends never met,
in apartments with the lives not formed yet.You never really understood,
you never tried to change our minds.As long as you were in control,
as long as we could spare the time.
And 'cos you needed to win on the Day of the Lords.
We won't forget you on the Day of the Lords,
in a new town, just clutching at straws.
With the door shut, now the running has ended.
And a last thought of the chances surrendered.

JOHNNY 23[from 1979]

Door slides open, Johnny laughs.A view from above.Sticks his head
out of the windows and dries his eyes.I remember a winter some time ago,
angular patterns formed deep in the ground,where someone once stood.
White on black, black on white.Echoed voices bouncing off the buildings around.
A ramp to the trees and trees all around,
I remember a tear, frozen white on white.I remember nothing.A grey saloon.
Johnny sighs,winds down the window and stares at the road.
Some things never make sense,a fear of stepping out.
Crouches shivering in the corner, blanket round your shoulder.
Hot then cold, cold then warm, pulse is racing, slowly racing --stopped.
I remember nights spent listening until dawn, I remember nothing.
Door slowly opens,Johnny sits on his bed.Lays down and dies.

OUT OF TOUCH[From 1977]

On the wasteline,
Heartbreak, mainline.
In a hurry to get somewhere.
Divorced from what's real so early.
All a waste of nothing really.
Arrive too late - don't you know you're out of touch?
Pass the dateline,
all on your time.
In a hurry to get something.
Staring at your own two faces,
feeding off your private crazes.
You're out on your own -out- out of touch.
Nervous feeling,
no scene stealing
Can you reach the outer limits?
Stuck inside your pen too long.
Forgotten moves where you went wrong.
You've lost the feeling, now you're out of touch.
Empty station,
too long waiting.
In a hurry to get somewhere,
Divorced from everything so early,
All a waste of nothing really,
you were never there always out of touch.

OVERCROWDING[Written on the reverse of "The only mistake"]

Faces pressed flat against glass windows.Ten men in a room for two.
Censorship stops here.No isolation, only detoxification.
Abnormal relationships formed,in corners and on floors.
Breathless, breeding and cramped on all fours.No view, no sense of time.
It was a strange way to go.

SECRET[From 1978]

He desires love, in some special way.
Against all perversion, fed with fruits of decay.
He remembers, how the guilty have seen.
All the pure but selfish,
buried deep in his dreams.
He sees a vision in the sky,
looking down at him,
calling him by name.
Yeah, he sees faces from yesterday,
of what might have been.
But the past will still remain.
He desires love, not some perfect affair
in hotels of steel and glass.
Just to cross on the stairs.
But he can still see,
all the angels in time.
As his dreams of ecstasy,
turned to nightmares of crime.
He sees a vision in the sky,
looking down at him.
How the past will still remain.
Yeah he sees a vision in the sky,
staring down at him.
He'll always see the same.
Sure I'll see you down.
You do for me I did for you.
Cure just takes you down.
We're down for good that's understood.

UNTITLED 1

Just watchin' you -
tearing strips off for fun to get a better fit.
All eyes on you - sex induced, the labour proves.
Just watching every drip,
waiting for you -
bought us out to close all doors with broken laws
-your laws don't fit.
It's all so coldly logical without a trace of fear.
Intentions mask indifference, built up throughout the years.
Not televised, conceals the motives.
Not waiting for ease.
Till the cancer grows,
replacing hope and you are the disease.
Just watchin' you -
some minor incident.
An instant eyes turn blind.
All eyes in you -
just some kind of accident.
In God's name, left behind.
Waiting for you -
destroying gains.
All lost in vain, bet kept in mind -
you're way behind.
Some stranger atrocity commit in silence now.
Not in these times, another world, but it's so close somehow.
A shattered nerve, for those who serve, the reason lost its way.
In streets of fear and all those here, the internees of hate.
Just watchin' you -
tearing strips off just for fun to get a better fit.
All eyes on you -
broken causes, no one knows the real cause, you're it.
Waiting for you - ultimatum, change it soon,
don't cling to every bit - it just won't fit.

UNTITLED 2 [1978]

I can see a thousand wills just bending in the night,
and all the pretty faces painted grey to match the sky.
From a distance seeing friends just washed up on the shore.
A picture in my mind of what's to come before the storm.
In time, we don't belong in our own lifetime.
I can hear the voices lost in echoes as they build,
new homes to hide the sadness, that the search for more had killed.
From a by road seeing friends just washed up on the shore.
Picture in my mind of what's to come before the storm.
In time, we don't belong in our own lifetime.
I can feel an emptiness and see heads held in shame,
trapped inside a legacy of everyone to blame.
In the distance see myself just washed up on the shore,
a picture in my mind of what will come before the storm.
In time, we don't belong in our own lifetime.
We won't crawl and never show our faces,
we'll stand firm and never show the traces.
of the fear we knew but always could disguise,
of this sinking feeling hid behind our eyes.

UNTITLED 3

In the back of my mind,
all I feel is mistrust.In the back of my mind,all I see is dirt.
Segregation of thoughts,ideals turning to dust.Where some houses once stood,
stands a man with a gun.In some neighbourhood,a father hangs up his son.
In the back of my mind

UNTITLED 4

Don't think I'd have stayed just for one more day,it seems so much like home.
No room to go astray.Don't think I could watch -with mindless, empty tasks.
Intake moving in, forced to walk a lonely path.
Pictures all around, of how good life should be,a model for the rest.
That breed insecurity.I walked a jagged line and then came back for more,
it's always in my mind.An institution with no law.

UNTITLED 5'[from 1979]
I walked out, and I thought for a time I could see,
no defence, and I thought for awhile you were me.We were wrong, in our time.
Always down, out of line.
As I relaxed from the days filled with blood sport in vain,
I returned with the knowledge that we're two the same.Two in hell, two set free,
too alike, you to me.And we watched everything pass us by in due course,
always bound by a feeling that lost.We were two, two in Hell,
two set free, known too well.

UNTITLED 6[From 1978]

Searching for some other way,
to bring some small relief.Never to be satisfied,and snatch at all beliefs.
Didn't have the energy,to make up for my part.Everything seemes easy,
but I didn't have the heart.Things that on the surface,
seemed so very much the same.But once you've made the move,
so long nothing else remains.So afraid to make a break,for fear of what I'd do
It can cause repressive treatment,when they put the blame on you.
I know now just where I stand,these thoughts will never cross.
Victim of security,hoping to get lost.Bet you've worked the whole machine,
and never missed out much.Still staring in the mirror,
trying so hard not to push.Put you on a wooden cross,
nailed reasons to your hand,covered in self-pity,maybe you'll now understand.

UNTITLED 7[from 1980]

Edging towards, a child you may keep.
Retreading the boards, pretty young thing.
You'll get your reward, permission to speak.
A place to yourself, a garden with swings.Handwritten cards do nothing to ease,
the burden.Where is my release, face up them all,as they sway side to side.
They put me on show.regrets and rewinds.To take life away.
Was life ever really there?No sound, no..

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