John Squire

When dark forms are stirring In the sediments in your brain And your wild days are long gone Never to return again When your ghosts are all in training For the forthcoming showdown with you When you're alone in the dark When you have to When you're b

She told the sun when to shine Told the sky just what to do She said she told it all she'd been through. She made it blue She warned the rain not to fall, Told the clouds where to go You bet they went there 'cos she's in the know I love her so Here s

Smoke chimney smoke Your food for the sky I know for some of us The most important Thing we'll ever do is die Falling for you is easy But standing back up again's gonna hurt Welcome to the valley This is where I work I heard tell there were fifty mil

We know a place where you can work it all out We're going down to Marshall's House Jimi play your black guitar You too late too early, tomorrow too far If you should start to feel a little ill Don't you try to run or say what you feel If I could only

Too late the cry I'm walking by I'm sorry but I've gotta go With your facial contortions And your evil proportions I think I'd be better off alone Music sweet music drifts down the street With your head beneath the blankets you'd never know Laying be

I miss you But I can't complain Still got you running round my brain Acres of green grass Going up in flames Still got you running round my brain We walked in the fields by the resevoir Capable of anything Never far from the wheels of industry Turns

Sophia, Sophia say you'll be mine Don't leave me hanging out to dry I wait at the factory gates seven days a week Sophia, Sophia, so fine You know outside every strong man There's a weak one trying to get in Every single good deed's Just a stone's th

Such a low down dirty trick you played me You work your witchcraft so well Straight through my bleeding heart Another martyr to your hypodermic kiss Your needle don't ever seem to miss Time changes everything Why did we have to say goodbye I know why

I've climbed the mountain And I've pissed into the wind Stood on the edge and spat over With cheeks burned on the tip of the bone Staggering home to a lover Did your lazy good for nothing Soldiers cast their cynical spell? Are they yawning down below