LET IT HAPPEN Such a sad procession winding down the lane What a strange impression was branded on my brain A band was playing endless mindless It was like a hooligan's lament It was dumb but it was timeless I still wonder what it meant But whatever needs to happen let it happen, let it be through all I am protected grace is effected over me "Behold the lights of London" the skipper said as his hands shook, his aura eaten by his jealousy and all the drugs he took He said "This is the real world, Buddy Toughen up your ass or it'll break" I said "I'm not your buddy, Buddy and your real world is a fake" And whatever needs to happen let it happen, let it be through all I am protected grace is effected over me The D.J. took his vengeance as the wedding guests arrived There was malice in his handshake, quicksand in his eyes As he slunk across the courtyard from far-off I heard a horn Somewhere in the bleak mid-distance something beautiful is born And whatever needs to happen let it happen, let it be through all I am protected grace is effected over me I stumbled down a street of shadows a black hallelujah split the night anarchists and priests were playing stripjack underneath the crude lamplight I came upon a weeping soldier he said "I'm all washed up now hush !" But when I glanced across his shoulder he held the royal flush And whatever needs to happen let it happen, let it be through all I am protected grace is effected over me I'm still here, I'm still breathing I'm who I thought I was or just about I'll be walking down this boulevard until my legs give out Thoughts like storms and seas are raging I know it is a matter of degree but it's not the world outside that's changing it's me And whatever needs to happen let it happen, let it be through all I am protected grace is effected over me Whatever needs to happen let it happen, let it be through all I am protected grace is effected over me           Findhorn - London November 1997 MY LOVE IS MY ROCK IN THE WEARY LAND My love is my rock in the long low weary land My love is my rock in the long low weary land Yes my love is my rock in the long low weary land None of this moves me I should be weeping but it only hurts when I yawn I let it blow through me and it's gone I'm dressed like a scarecrow stripped of all my power as if some judge in judgement said "Off with his greatcoat and his head !" My love is my rock in the long low weary land My love is my rock in the long low weary land My love is my rock in the long low weary land Meaningless movies on the screen behind the band that's blowing, throwing shapes Half of the music is on tape My mentor and champion is busy tilting at the windmills of his stately home The demon he's grappling is his own My love is my rock in the long low weary land My love is my rock in the long low weary land My love is my rock in the long low weary land My love is my rock in the long low weary land His letter lies open His accusations flow like poison from his every word My heart would be broken but for Her The fag-end of winter I'm in shock, I'm on the ropes, I don't know what's to come She plucks the splinter from my thumb My love is my rock in the long low weary land My love is my rock in the long low weary land My love is my rock in the long low weary land Yes my love is my rock in the long low weary land In the weary land...           Ladbroke Grove, London March 1998 IT'S ALL GONE It's all gone so send the rain           London February 1998   IS SHE CONSCIOUS ? Is she conscious Is she really wide awake Is she conscious of her beautiful mistake Is she conscious as she moves among the crowd She's got the world upon a piece of string She's got the world upon a piece of string, it's so He was ugly and she was beautiful He was ugly and she was so.... Is she conscious Is she asleep or just afloat Is she conscious of the letter that she wrote Is she conscious of the muzak in her ears The Queen of Sheba could have shined her shoes The Queen of Sheba could have shined her shoes, it's so He was ugly and she was beautiful He was ugly and she was so.... Is she conscious as she sways across the room Is she conscious of the weeping of the moon Is she conscious as she leaves the door ajar Is she conscious as she gets into the car I don't even want to say her name I don't even want to say her name, that's all I want to sing it from the toppest top I want to sing it from the toppest top, that's all The Queen of Sheba could have shined her shoes The Queen of Sheba could have shined her shoes, it's so He was ugly and she was beautiful He was ugly and she was so.... Is she conscious of the chauffeur as he drives Is she conscious as the ambulance arrives           London November 1997 WE ARE JONAH And the well known fox stepped up to make his speech His ship was on the rocks and rescue out of reach spotlit he stood said what he thought he should Half the crowd did laugh though there was no joke and soon the other half were swallowed up in smoke a robber on the wing could be heard to sing the strangest thing... Grandma We are Jonah rolling along in the teeth of the whale Then the plane did land for some it did not crash From it emerged a man in trainers and moustache down he laid his load upon the hated road Then the road did part and the tar did melt he loosened up his heart he tightened up his belt like a piece of string then he began to sing like a pearly king ! Grandma We are Jonah rolling along in the teeth of the whale Then the scene did shift to a sunkissed sea there was Montgomery Clift, Jonah, the whale and me as the sun it set Montgomery placed his bet Then the whale did yawn and fell asleep in four from dusk till dawn you should have heard him snore from Tierra Del Fuego to the Alaskan snows... There she blows... Grandma We are Jonah rolling along in the teeth of the whale My dear old Grandma We are Jonah rolling along in the teeth of the whale !           London 1996 and Findhorn 1997 MALEDICTION I am walking in the last rays of the setting sun whistling a hangman's tune with head held high, swinging my gun I say this little boy is angry I say this little boy is mad This little boy comes to destroy, stone eyed, hard faced, in swathes of vengeance clad And the black cock crows and a dead wind blows In my wake are seven women who tried to steal my soul In my belly six wild wolves curse and howl from their foul hole I say no earthly will may stop me I say no earthly will may try No earthly will may halt the spill of blood from wounds and tears from grieving eyes And the black cock crows and a dead wind blows Below me burn the city lights like fires of pearls and jewels I'm climbing down the city walls, unseen, unfussed - the sentries must be fools I say all pleasantries are over I say all pleasantries are past My enemies you pimps and thieves prepare to meet your nemesis at last !           London March 1998 Lyrics copyright 2000 Sony/ATV Music Ltd.