Just an ordinary day The bus is late and the traffic's moving slow Just another day And there are better ways to live But now I need to work to make ends meet You've got to swim when the water's deep But for now it's just an ordinary day Just an ordinary day And in the market they prepare to meet the rush Just another day For me and for the man Who with his bag does all the bins in town He may be out but he isn't down Its a sunny, Springtime ordinary day Its an ordinary day I get to work, I climb the stairs and change my shoes Just another day But there are always some you'll win and some you'll... Sorry, son, to break the news We can't afford to pay your dues On this or any ordinary day Just an ordinary day There are queues already formed outside the shops There's a busker getting ready as I hurry past to catch my bus As the familiar countryside rolls by The top deck of the eighty- nine It almost seems an ordinary day Just an ordinary day You are in the garden, working in the sun Just another day So you're surprised when I return And though we shrug and smile and drink our tea Things won't look so good next week We'll have a harder kind of ordinary day

High tech media coming at you Beaming live from the skies with the latest news It comes from the people who know you best 'Cause they're fishing for you habits and you're in their net And they're selling you the lifestyle selling you the lie That you'll miss the boat if you don't buy You bought the video kiddy- o but now you're hooked And they're flogging you the t- shirt flogging you the book TV wannabes queuing the door To be a face on a screen on a box on the floor Twinkle twinkle little stars in their eyes If I get myself on telly I'll be made for life Could I be an Oprah? Could I be a Kate Winslett or Moss? Have I got what it takes To make a go of it, show of it? Get up there and crow a bit Flash a little flesh and it'll up the stakes Coro- neighbours Eastside, giving us an insight 'Real life'? What shite! And there's more Talk shows, game show's, make yourself a name shows Each day's viewing a revolving door Now we're going digital You can cut the crap, you can ditch it all Make a choice to choose, and you can choose the views That you want to hear and that you want to loose Internet excess, kids are in a right mess Square- eyed, tongue- tied, hooked online Watch that posture, and it's gonna cost ya But it's easier than giving them your quality time Now I'm free to be who I want to be So I park my arse and I watch TV While the surf on through porn dot com I settle down to the news 'cause there's not much else on Right wing backlash, send the gyppos back, trash Media feeding a media storm Milked dry headlines eating up the air time Rich girl cops it and a nation mourns Terrorists, paedophiles, life is like the X- Files Gangs, drugs, killer bugs, scary stuff Losing all perspective, getting too protective Some journo's got his hooks in and he's hypes it up Hunger, poverty, it doesn't mean a lot to me I've seen it all a million times or more They only want my cheque book, don't give them a second look Turn my back and carry on as before So it's bye bye bye 'til the funds run dry Wipe clean widescreen DVD I'll spend a bomb on a CD- ROM But I wouldn't spare the price of a nice cup of tea The height of human aspiration A unified and happy nation Under one great Sky, one great guy The lord and master of the digital creation So click right here, have no fear Our dreams, our hopes are so so near Just a screen away, sign up today It's tomorrow's world, it's the only way There's a top rate show on the window pane this evening As the April rain runs rivers down the glass It beats sweet hypnotic rhythms on the canvass And the cuckoo sings and the fresh young Spring leaves dance

It seems so long ago since we would play Bathed in Summer's golden evening warmth And the village church bells idle conversations Mingled with our laughter and our songs And the meadow was a living sea of colour And the grasses tall as houses to our eyes There were butterflies and larks and hidden places And that old oak tree, our ladder to the skies Your hair was like the sunshine your laughter birds in flight And we would be together forever and a night Forever and and a night That bud of childhood dreaming swelled and bloomed here The fruits of love were ours to taste each day And every brook and river sang a love song And still I hear their sweet refrain today Your hair.... Now age has bent its leaden arm around me Forever and that night have come and gone And though the church bell's conversations long have faded The fields and streams are whispering our song Your hair....

You freemen all of Nottingham come listen to my song I trust it now will please you it will not last for long Its of a great enclosure that now is laying out So now my lads of Nottingham mind what you are about Your rights and also liberties I'd have you to revere And look unto posterity I think them always dear To us and to our children by the Charter that prevails So now my lads united be and have no posts or rails There's vile mantraps and spring- guns set on every piece of land With threatened prosecutions if on the ground you stand Yet since my boys we've liberty, now let it far prevail And spurn at those that do propose the fence of post and rail Let's suffer no encroachments upon our land to be But to repel such tyranny lets ever now agree Let neither house nor stable upon it for to stand But let every brave free man enjoy his right to land See Reynard's now unkenneled, he strides along the field We'll chase him til he's tired and force him for to yield For when our blood is roused our spirits never fail We'll close pursue the sordid crew and have no post or rail There's Diamond Brave and Captain Flash don't join us in the pack They'll skip and fawn and jump about when once the whip does crack When once the chase is over let harmony prevail We'll drink to those that do oppose the plan of of post and rail

I'll tell you a tale as did happen to me When into a life on the streets I had strayed Where I begged and I slept and I played on my pipe Where the wind's hard as nails and the pavement like ice As I played on that tune they call 'Lark on the Strand' At the top end of Dove Street near the Hackney cab stand He stumbled towards me and sat down behind And I played him a waltz as the people passed by He talked for a while in a rambling way And he seemed drunk or drugged and I hoped he'd not stay He soon fell asleep to the sweet 'Northern Lass' On that cold city street in the wind's icy blast I played 'Haste to the Wedding' and Tenpenny Bit' And many besides which I now do forget Til a passerby pointed and another one said 'I'll call for an ambulance', fearing him dead Well a crowd gathered round and the medics arrived He'd gone blue in the face, he'd no life in his eyes I blamed myself bitterly, hoped he'd not died Where the wind's hard as nails and the pavement's like ice The ambulance left and the crowd went on home If I had one to go to I'd gladly the same But alone with my guilt and my grief I did cry And there in that doorway I spent the long night At the police station next morning I tried And next at the hospital I did inquire But they could not tell me if he'd lived or had not For I was no relation and his name I knew not Now I'm still to be found on the streets day and night Its a hard way to be, its a bitch of a life And I beg, and I sleep, and I play on my pipe where the wind's hard as nails, people's judgement like ice

D A On every street corner they spell out his name Bm G A And the boarded shop windows all herald his fame D Bm A That they'll catch him and bring to justice they claim G A D Bill Posters is that man At the scope of his mischief we only can guess And he's no need to hide as they can't put a face To the acts of defiance we read in the press Bill Posters he's our man Chorus (every 2 verses) A D Bill Posters, Bill Posters will be prosecuted A D For years upon years he has been persecuted A D But they'll never catch him, let no- one dispute it G A D Bill Posters he's our man He was out with Ned Ludd, Captain Swing and the rest At Hyde Park and Trafalgar he has sttood with the best He was there when the strikers were put to the test Bill Posters was that man Making deals with the bosses, its alright for some But when the courses of talks and inquiries have run And its actions not words that'll get the job done Bill Posters he's your man Its only the rich man he'll do any harm As he stalks their estates, pheasants under each arm Or tickles the trout from the private fish farm Bill Posters is that man He's the brick through their window the car overturned Where was he the night Windsor Castle was burned? He will carry the fight on until they have learned From Bill Posters our man He's the one in the crowd with the egg in his hand To hurl at the smug politicians who stand Up and promise the earth whilst flogging the land Bill Posters is that man An industrial Robin Hood wielding a wrench He'll disable the digger, he'll take down the fence If its criminal damage with moral intent Bill Posters he's your man Our Bill, well he'll give it his very best shot To bring down the rich,he'll get rid of the lot A saint, a hero, a martyr he's not He's Bill Posters, our man

When little Janie Fisher was a lass she always knew That she would need herself a boat and crew some day She always did believe the seas would rise And so it came as no surprise when global warming came to stay She started hoarding wood when she was five When she was ten she used to skive off school and work upon her plan Most people thought her crazy but they landed in the gravy When the oceans started lapping up the land a ton of sweets It stared up in Norfolk when six feet of salty water Rose and occupied Kings Lynn and all the fens Ipswich, London, Cambridge, Bristol, it came fast And Janie just got up her mast before it reached the garden fence With ten thousand tins of beans a ton of sweets and other things She needed for the coming months she stepped aboard With a crew of loyal friends a dog, a act, a clutch of hens And her pet bat she hoisted sail and set her course It wasn't long before they reached a bunch of saddened men Who'd beached their boat upon the dome of great St. Paul's When she asked them 'who are you?' they said 'the Cambridge rowing crew We were going fine but then we lost our oars The other trouble that we've had, you see how little room we have We couldn't fit in food, we've starved for days' Janie fed them beans on toast but what they thanked her for the most A dozen broomsticks and some old school dinner trays She left them bodging paddles on the roof, a living proof That there is more to brains than where you went to school And as they headed South and West they fished for tat amongst the mess That floated on the surface of that salty pool There was almost everything from clothes to beds with rusty springs They caught a table and a whole new set of chairs But when Janie's cousin John hooked what looked to be a bomb They all ran and hid beneath the cabin stairs It was then they came across a man who clung for dear life Upon the tip of Salisbury cathedral spire He clutched a briefcase stuffed with loot, he wore the ruins of a suit They recognized the politician now retired Who before the floods had started was in charge of the Department For the Climate and the Use of Energy The man who hadn't done enough, who'd pitched them right into the rough They helped him up then knocked him to his knees He soon was scrubbing down the decks, they made him clean up all their mess They had him cooking for them umpteen times a day He did the washing up, the ironing, anything remotely tiring He'd incurred a heavy debt and had to pay Meanwhile Janie and her crew sailed on into the blue Spent their days up on the deck just having fun But they didn't have an answer to the quick onset of cancer And were killed by harmful rays from off the sun O I do like to be beside the seaside O I do like to be beside the sea I like to walk along the prom prom prom Where the brass bands play tiddly- om- pom- pom O just let me be beside the seaside I'd be beside myself with glee And there are lots of girls besides I would like to be beside Beside the seaside, beside the sea

Guilty as charged, M'Lud, of sitting in the road Of linking arms and singing and and never letting go When the policeman came and threatened me that off to jail I'd go I'm guilty of sitting in the road And I'm guilty as charged, M'Lud, of having high ideals But when murder, war and torture are the subject of trade dealing On my doorstep, how do you think a decent man should feel I'm guilty of having high ideals Guilty as charged, M'Lud, of sitting up that tree Obstruction of the Sheriff's men, yes that was me I had my arm encased in concrete and they had to drill me free I'm guilty of sitting up that tree And I'm guilty as charged, M'Lud, of running through the field You see, I had to help that fox away or else it would be killed By dinosaurs in tailored clothes out murdering for thrills I'm guilty of running through the field The Law is there for those who make it The tree in which they hide, so shake it Lose the fear that keeps us in our place I've a different view of what is right And I will fight to put to flight All these injustices we face