I'm on a mission for a few bits that she wish-listed Corner shop, take the walk, need the exercise. That tone of passive aggressiveness, pissed-mist, and sarcasm, It's just a dropped glass, not a car-crashing. But 6 feet from the door, I'm already feeling better. Smell of barbecues in the air. It's mid-summer. Football final tonight. Thick excitement tonight. The sky is bright with flags and high colours, Out here in the suburbs... There's no sense of oppression or any subjugation, I rarely talk to my neighbours, but I appreciate them. The 12 years I've been living here, I've fought and forgiven here, good and bad choices, all of them I've made 'em. It's our self-etched protection from the world we're facing. These semi-d's are our remedies to the rat-racing, forget the unjust last rush toward dust, I just walk the dusk and drink the grace in. I stop and stare at a burnt orange open sky The sun's setting over children on the local green It's violent and its gentle Violet to magenta Altocumulus wonders and their sunbeams And through a fallstreak the sun's like a blower's glass Hot heat on the back of my retinas It's winking at me. He's blinking at me. I stop thinking and feel I'm drifting into the aether and I'm lost. Visions of my childhood and my kids childhood. Trikes tearing down grey streets with tarmac lines. Quiet child. Meek and mild. My eyes and their eyes seeing the same sights at the same time Hushed gossip in doorways and long goodbyes. Number 30's after falling out with number 9. Endless talk of extensions, Balls kicked over fences, Sponsored walks and local collections. United trials and local legends. We witnessed the spectacle. We shared the incredible. etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera.. Blink hard, I'm awakened by a rowdy roar, Windows rattle in the houses, I guess goal's scored, I'm not a football watcher, I'm a dusk walker. And there's a spring in my step now, I'm leaning forward. So small are we all here in our little lives. Mere quantities of fears, hopes and desires Thinking how I put those tears in your eyes. So now I'll walk back in the door and just apologise.

--Give love to your children Like the sun gives strength to the soil-- We're on top of the world boys. We've never had it so good. Pull up the ladder, shut the door behind you... I fell down but I got up again, Mr. Self-Starter, Mr. Hard Work, Sleeping bag under the desk. Thinking that you're self-made... Bullshit! I was on the wings of fate. with a couple loving parents and the welfare state, And I was banking on a steady on progression of history not back to World Wars, Fascists and TB, repeat the real heat from the 1-9-3-3 See? Those empty dollars and inflated goods, Distant future full of plagues and floods, Our little children they won't have days as good, You can't give a better future bud? You better give them some love, You better give them some love, You better give them some love, You better give them some love, And when I get home from work... in the door, up the stairs, Want to catch them before they're heads go down sleepy in their beds with their bears, Jack take your jacket off, I don't care I just want to hold her in my hands and, tickle her little belly on the landing till she can't stand it, can't catch her breath and, we're both rolling, rocking and laughing, Who could gaze upon your face so pretty? Who could know the meaning of your name? Who could dream up your spirit? Who could even contemplate the mother from which you came? Don't put your hands on me. Don't put your hands on me. Don't put your hands on me. On me or my family. I keep myself to myself, Small living, holed up, Emerson on the shelves, pure love and pure luck, small children, grown ups tall daddy, small cubs, All laughing at the politician at the door I'm not voting no more, that's for sure fella.... 110 degrees in Seattle! The fuck do you care anyway? Still celebrating the fourth of July. Drive your big fucking truck cross the country twice. Cheap oil, cheap thrills, cheap booze, cheap wife. Call this late stage? It's beyond-the-grave stage! And a rage lies waiting in the form of a hurricane, Preying on all our worst fears and doubts, We've opened up a hole and what the fuck's just come out? That hurricane's going to howl, That wild cat's going to growl, Two riders out in the distance, So give some love to your children, give some love to your children. give some love to your children. give some love to your children. give some love to your children.

Stand straight, I can't take the hot weather. Sundown, and life's not alot better no sleep, no peace and no shade, The sun shining like diamonds It's a heatwave. Schools are closed for close to 12 weeks. Paddling pool's got another fucking leak. Another morning, another letter from the doctor. Climbing for four days, it still got hotter. Factor 50 on tap, because I'm Irish. Can see the sun through the backs of my eyelids Stop talking global warming and climate Worried bout the kids' skin, not about the ice caps, Damn straight, I can't take the hot weather. Sundown, and life's not alot better no sleeping, no peace and no shade, The sun shining like diamonds It's a heatwave. Everything is going wrong. Everything is going wrong. Maharishi he speaks, I try meditating, Sweaty beads on my cheeks, i'm here suffocating, 100-year record. Christ, It's really happening I push it to the back of my head, we're still in lockdown... Numbers creeping back up. That fucking virus. This meditation ain't making me enlightened. Presence in the moment? Let's be honest... I'm present in this moment, I just fucking wish I wasn't. Stand straight, I can't take the hot weather. Sundown, and life's not alot better no sleeping, no peace and no shade, The sun shining like diamonds It's a heatwave.

Where would your father be without your love? Piggie in the middle? Through your eyes I see this world.. You came to us like a light. You woke us from a dream. First number one. Then you made two. Of course three would come. But how could we know it? I'm staring at my phone. On business on a plane. We loved you just the same. But did we show it? Where would your father be without your love, Piggie in the middle? Through your eyes I see the world and all its troubles. My mother's face, these dreams of grace and all the others.. Where would your father be without your love? Piggie in the middle. Bold ambition, restless drive, It's rising up in me, It's rising up in me Recognition fuels my pride, It's rising up in me, It's rising up in me But did I try my best for you today? It's rising up in me, It's rising up in me.. Where would your father be without your love? Piggie in the middle. Through your eyes I see. The world. And all its troubles. My mother's face My dreams of grace And your mother's mother's mother.. Where would your father be? Without your love?

Heatwave beat down upon us Heatwave beat down upon us Little ants with our little problems. Little ants with our little problems. Sun keep blazing on us 38 degrees in August Used to argue like a doubting Thomas Wilfully we now ignore the obvious Little ants with our little problems.. Magnifying glass aiming on us Living life in the hottest furnace Jumping cracks on the earth's surface, Finances and a family illness Youngest still her speech is stilted Which family to spend the Christmas? Yes we are/no we're not religious? Weak among us taking office Markets march on without us Make a dollar and we call it progress machine keeps rolling onwards Good captain's long departed Trundle on the tracks regardless Off the cliff and into darkness Off the cliff and into darkness Good Friday do a good deed. Please, Good Friday be good to me. I've been fighting this good fight all week But its hard to be good when I'm born weak, To ignore all the roars, I'm a lost thing, Crossing with caution, all through this land exhausting, tread softly on my dreams please, cause I need to sleep I need a new plan, --I need a new plan I've got to find me, Find me a quiet place--- Bigger dreams Bigger things Want to fly high? Gonna need some bigger wings Got some confidence and degree Even small weeds grow into bigger trees Competition down in my stomach Ambition running through my muscles Want it so bad, I don't know why, I'm going to die reaching that damn summit. Accomplishments, better keep them coming Deep down know they mean nothing. No, I really don't need the money, I need recognition like a needy puppy. It's that man-greed, its a vanity. It's an endless urge that rattles free It grinds bones and it eats leaves Till all thats left are the barren trees Little ant with my little problems.. Watch the flowers come into blossom Look up see the sun burning Stand my ground while the world’s turning Regrets piled high as my desires Ice caps and the waves rising I lay back and I bathe in sorrow Face Helios or Apollo Or whoever's looking and whatever's burning, On my sunbed I'm looking up I'm squirming, I'm outside while there's wildfires few miles away, through the forests churning, Bathed in sweat and bathed in guilt Spend more time now with the kids Kept waiting for the satisfaction, But it never came, and it never will, I need a new plan... --I need a new plan I've got to find me, Find me a quiet place--- Heatwave beat down upon us Heatwave beat down upon us Heatwave beat down upon us Wildfire it's gonna eat us Wildfire it's gonna eat us Wildfire it's gonna eat us

At the tail end of a long running black streak, I turn back from a bad street. In the city it's clammy, it's mid-summer and its raining. Get me out of here I plant my feet on safer ground. Better lit, more people around. Been a shitty day at work. Aggro is the last thing I need tonight. Get me out of here Get me out of here Into this city every day every damn week. I’m so tired, I can’t smile, I can’t speak. I snapped at someone in the office. That's nothing like me. Get me out of here I pass a girl on the street. Only couple years younger than me. Asks for some money. I hold my palms up to heaven. Don't keep change in my pockets any more love, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Get me out of here. Get me out of here. That hot buzz of excited light The ceremony of Friday night It's all long gone in the city tonight I really don't feel that sheen Or those tight butterflies, Its a different city Its a different life Get me home to the suburbs Cause that's where my heart is. Just make the train with a hop. Swear to god I fucking hate this job It's way past eight I'm always late home And the kids they won't stay growing up For long, I'll blink and its gone, Well any job's a blessing, But I'm ready now for the next thing, Pull the curtains down, stay glued to the seat And I won't emerge till the plan's complete This feeling inside, I'm bringing it out I'm scratching that itch, the niggling doubts, Can take a back seat I'll shout them down, Been too long in the wilderness now, Get me out of here..