Go
Buy some time, buy a million hours,
Swear an oath, to life.
Buy a lie, buy a million suns,
Keeping me warm, alive.
Woa woo, woa woo, ooooh
Paid a price, paid for what I’ve done,
Tell me what, I’ve done?
Take my wife, take my children too,
I’d sell my soul, for change.
Woa woo, woa woo, ooooh
Trade time for time
At the end, the fight has worn us out,
Thinking back, content.
All alone, all alone at last,
At the end, control.
Woa woo, woa woo, ooooh
© Neil Mackenzie, 2021
No time for hanging around,
Come on and follow us down,
Oh, oh, oh, to Sunset Square.
Grab your bike and get your phone,
Text your friends to come along,
Oh, oh, oh, to Sunset Square.
And every time you feel it closing in
Money’s tight and friends are running thin,
You don’t have to be a millionaire,
To love the life at Sunset Square.
Water’s warm and the sky is blue,
Girls are pretty and boys are too,
Oh, oh, oh at Sunset Square.
Chatting, laughing, fooling around,
The groove of the summer sound,
Oh, oh, oh, at Sunset Square.
And if you start to feel it closing in
Money’s tight, and friends are running thin,
You don’t have to be a millionaire,
To love the life at Sunset Square.
Walk down the street the other day
Took me by surprise I have to say,
Spooning on the street, shoes together neat,
On such a perfect day
No time for hanging around,
Come on and follow us down,
Oh, oh, oh, to Sunset Square.
Grab your bike and your phone,
Text your friends to come along,
Oh, oh, oh to Sunset Square.
And every time you feel it closing in
Money’s tight, and friends are running thin,
You don’t have to be, a millionaire,
To love the life at Sunset Square.
© Neil Mackenzie, 2021
Come, completely, leave nothing behind,
Come, in silence, quietly dignified.
Hope, it gets you, spills through every pore,
Hurt, inevitable, gets you more and more.
Once, everywhere, spaces all were filled,
Now, its over, bitter brittle end.
I don’t want to ever say goodbye,
I don’t want to ever see you cry,
You’ll do want you want to
Go, completely, leave nothing behind,
Go, in silence, quietly dignified.
And I don’t want to ever say goodbye,
I don’t want you to ever see me cry,
We’ll do want you want to.
Me too, you too,
One more number.
We’ll do what we want to.
© Neil Mackenzie, 2021
Insecticide
Boys and girls having style Something to comfort their blah
Something to own and define their soul
Boys and girls having style
Gotta grow a beard and its sides Dye my hair gothic black
Beautiful black leather turquoise green
Gonna cut a hole in your jeans
Boys and girls having style Something to comfort their blah
Something to own and define their soul
Boys and girls having style
Shop on line or op shop
High street is totally whack
Knowing the cut of the cloth is their game
Certified queens of taste
Cos they're the fashion queens
Boys and girls having style Something to comfort their blah
Something to own and define their soul
Boys and girls having style
Gotta grow a beard and its sides Dye my hair gothic black
Beautiful black leather turquoise green
Gonna cut a hole in your jeans
Cos they're the fashion queens
Frills and thrills and penny pushers for the boys
Anything in lace and bondage for the girls
Then swop it rounds and change it back and back again
Were all the same, we’re looking good, we’ve got great style
We're the fashion queens
© Neil Mackenzie, 2018
Them creepy crawlies, crawling through my hair
Their tickle tickle, find it hard to bare
Them creepy crawlies, creeping late at night
Hiding in the darkness,
Creepy, creepy, creepy, creepy
Crawlies
Them creepy crawlies, surely ain't so bad
Some seem so pretty, like the lady bird
But right up close, see their scary teeth
See the claws and their mandibles
Creepy, creepy, creepy, creepy
Crawlies
Them bloody suckers, gorging on our lives
Hideous poison, spat from their mouths
Them bloody suckers, suck our spirits dry
Scaring all the adults
Creepy, creepy, creepy, creepy
Crawlies
Them creepy crawlies, crawling through my hair
Their tickle tickle, I find it hard to bare
Them creepy crawlies, creeping late at night
Hiding in the darkness
© Neil Mackenzie, 2018
Tina was a ballerina
Pirouette across the floor
If disco is your thing, or just an arm fling
Dance at La Phonographique
Andy dressed like Humphrey Bogart Catherine was his Lauren Bacall
Pretty boys and punks, disco and funk
Style at La Phonographique
La Phonographique, woh!
We all love the Phono, dancing at the Phono
La Phonographique, woh!
We all love the Phono, dancing at the Phono
Ernie was the local dealer
Get you anything
Don’t have cash, pay him up the ass
Drugs at La Phonographique
David was an English student
Crazy mixed up kid
Girl or boy, its cross dress joy
Sex at La Phonographique
La Phonographique, woh!
We all love the Phono, dancing at the Phono
La Phonographique, woh!
La Phonographique, woh!
We all love the Phono, dancing at the Phono
La Phonographique, woh!
We all love the Phono
© Neil Mackenzie, 2018
Lord, don't slow me until the fun dies,
Hold power lightly while I've got wide eyes,
Keep the want to go on adventures,
Mind and body strong in all weathers.
Shout, 2021