Littmus Steam Band

Samuel The Inventor (Richard Ryall) 

We enter our story in a dark grey workshop in France 

The gaslight is glowing and shadows on the wall try to dance 

Coming from the cold outside, Samuel dressed so dignified 

His face is unsatisfied, he needs to think 

 

The ideas in his head, all rush around and gets lost in his brain 

He jots in his notebook, things that he yet cannot explain 

He wonders if the world hates him, his actions lack fine discipline 

So many places to begin, yeah

 

Light Bulb (Richard Ryall) 

One night he was dreaming, one night he had an idea 

One night he woke from his sleeping, 

It seemed his thoughts were quite clear 

Alright, here’s the light, this is right 

Samuel shouted with delight 

I’ll free you, I’ll heal you, you’ll sing my praises often 

This is something new 

      

He got the equipment he needed, laid out on the workshop bench 

 Tubes of wire his manic desire 

And his sweat it all would depend 

All the day, all the night, burning sweat 

Could not stop him from his fight 

Finally, skillfully, there in front of him 

Time will bend now to his greed

 

A Time Deregulator (Richard Ryall) 

I’ve built a time deregulator, tried to make the whole world better It will bring a wonderful new life, 

Jump a minute to the past, fix the mess that you made last 

All your problems will turn out right 

  

Is this too much power, for one man to wield 

Perhaps this invention, should be concealed 

Before its made known, should I think again     

For if its in the wrong hands, it could be the final end 

 

Adjust the controls, and see how it would go 

I could change the world, in a minute or so

And no human memory, would guess what occurred 

For it is your safety, that’s the thing that’s assured

 

 

Goodbye Blue Sky (Richard Ryall) 

I shouted my love, look what I’ve done 

An invention have I, that is second to none 

We shall be so rich, no troubles have we, blue sky        

 

But fate plans cruel tricks, our days re-arranged 

As both of our lives, are drastically changed 

You let out a sigh, and I gave out a cry, blue sky 

  

Goodbye blue, blue sky     X   3 

 

How dark was the day, when the sun went away

When you carried yourself, into the next day 

I wanted to die, when you, faded away, blue sky

 

 

I Hear The Whispers (Richard Ryall) 

I’ve changed many times, cancelled many crimes 

I’ve twisted space, caused many paradigms 

Each moment it is lost to the world, twists and turns and time is curled 

I’m the only one who does recall, and I’m never gonna stop till I burn it all 

               

Can you hear the troubles that are in my head 

I’ve lost track of things that have been said 

The road is gone and I’m misled 

Hearing all the whispers of the innocent dead 

 

What have I become, there’s nothing I can make undone 

Nobody knows, stories I composed 

I must destroy this damned machine, but the feeling of addiction is nice and clean 

Living in a fantasy opiate dream, this can’t be right its too obscene 

 

Can you hear the troubles that are in my head 

I’ve lost track of things that have been said 

The road is gone and I’m misled 

Hearing all the whispers of the innocent dead 

 

This is the end, I no longer have a friend 

I’ll get far away, Take the train today 

I’ll torch my workshop before I go,

Send the plans and the drawings to the earth below 

Bathe in the brilliant afterglow, nothing will be left of the terrible show

 

 

A Most Unusual Chap ( Richard Ryall) 

I watched him from across the road, his swagger it was sure 

His eyes they darted everywhere, likes he’s never been here before 

I noticed that his clothes were wrong, they mixed up all the styles 

His lips moved fast as he sang a song, and walked for miles and miles 

 

He went beep bop beep bop, beep beep beepity bop  x 4 

 

I took myself to follow him, intrigued by what I saw 

He scuttled down an alleyway, and through a dark brown door 

A bright red light was flickering, I waited for a while 

And sure enough another man, entered the domicile 

 

He went beep bop beep bop, beep beep beepity bop  x 4 

 

Amazed at all the things I saw, I followed them inside 

I heard some crazy music, which I could not reconcile 

And there upon a lighted stage, I spied his shiny face 

A mechanical man, a mechanical band, with a microphone embraced 

 

They went beep bop beep bop, beep beep beepity bop  x 4 

 

The music sort of thrilled me, I could not understand 

The rhythm that encased me, from this mechanical band 

I tapped my toes and swung my arms, I moved and jived real nice 

A mechanical man is what I am, and I found my paradise 

 

I went beep bop beep bop, beep beep beepity bop  x 4 

 

It was not long I found myself, singing to the tune 

Danced right through the nightime, and to the afternoon 

I met a friendly robot, she never asked my name

I felt free from all questions, and I played the singing game 

 

I went beep bop beep bop, beep beep beepity bop  x 4

 

 

Picnic On The Moon  (Copyright Richard Ryall) 

Now in our previous story, the land of hope and glory 

We were brave souls who crossed the galaxy 

It seemed so open ended, it was not as intended 

Here is the rest of our insanity 

 

Our rocket had crashed, the fuel was spent, 

We ended on the moon as our intent 

Provisions of scones, they were a boon 

As we had our, picnic on the moon 

 

The kettle boiled a dancing tune, and we drank all through the afternoon 

Titanics parts were scattered all around 

It took imagination, to gather information 

For air upon the moon it had been found 

 

Our rocket had crashed, the fuel was spent, 

We ended on the moon as our intent 

Provisions of scones, they were a boon 

As we had our, picnic on the moon 

 

So here we are we’re living on the moon 

And up here there are no rainy afternoons 

And we’re floating on this rock in outer space 

With our heads held high and a modicum of grace 

As we watch the world below us 

On a planet that’s called Earth 

And we dream about our London 

The city of our birth 

A Fantastic Adventure 

We value what its worth  

And we’ll never get to see you, for a long long time 

And we’ll never get to see you, for a long long time

 

 

The Alchemists Apprentice (Richard Ryall)    

The alchemist apprentice am I what potions and herbs do I try 

The great books they all mystify I study till morning 

The aim of our craft I’ve been told is to shape base lead into gold 

The mixtures and tinctures unfold I want to be famous 

 

The evening candles burn bright my masters lessons ignite 

Don’t add too much anthracite the measurements taken 

My training it makes me feel tired but alchemists we are admired 

To work for the court is desired I want to be famous 

 

My place in this world is assured my qualifications procured 

My great work of study secured elixirs invented 

Your life it has guarantees panaceas can cure all disease 

With me you won’t be displeased I want to be famous

 

 

The Krakens Treasure   (Richard Ryall) 

The Krakens a beast and he preys on the journey of man 

And men mark on maps of the places they don’t understand 

Stories been told where the violence explodes 

In a sailors graveyard where their treasure is stowed 

And the ghosts of the fools, they’ll think that they’ll find 

All manner of riches that ships leave behind 

 

If I told  you where in the world this treasure would be 

Would you get a great ship and travel the wide ocean sea 

Whatever I said would you take it as read 

That you’ll meet your fate at the depths of the dead 

When the Kraken awakes you can’t change your mistakes 

And down you will go to the beasts holy gates 

                                    

Many have tried and many will die 

And the last thing you’ll see is the Krakens great eye

 

 

At The Steampunk Church  ( Richard Ryall) 

I’ve searched through the land of steam and cog for many many years 

I’ve watched the great men come and go but nothing disappears 

Oh Oh Oh      whatever can we do 

Oh Oh Oh       with this old residue 

 

I want to be an airman and search the skies but never be alone 

Discover great stories and people of glories from the great unknown 

Oh Oh Oh       they always are out there 

Oh Oh Oh    running everywhere 

 

Bring me a desk with some parchment and quill 

The finest of ink and a ship thats still 

Disseminate my writing in a book you can search 

But leave my words at the Steampunk church 

There’s nowhere through this fog that you can see 

But take up your souls and come on with me 

I’ll always be there not leave you in the lurch 

But look at the words...... in the Steampunk church x 7 rpt 

 

You’ve all followed me you heed my call you feel your backs against the wall 

But now the great cog it rises high and shines its light down from the sky 

Oh Oh Oh         finally its your time 

Oh Oh Oh     whatevers yours is mine 

 

Bring me a desk with some parchment and quill 

The finest of ink and a ship thats still 

Disseminate my writing in a book you can search 

But leave my words at the Steampunk church 

There’s nowhere through this fog that you can see 

But take up your souls and come on with me 

I’ll always be there not leave you in the lurch 

But look at the words...... in the Steampunk church x 7 rpt 

 

Hold my hand and feel the good,  

Start a smile that you know you should 

Put on these clothes to keep you warm 

Stand with the people in your uniform 

Use your voice shout to be heard 

Things can change....... if you say the word

 

 

Copper, Brass & Steel & Tin  (Richard Ryall) 

Copper brass and steel and tin and the wiring within 

Let it loose upon imagination 

Then invention can begin in a workshop dark and grim 

Don't forget to do the calibration 

Free up your mind and you'll stay sane 

Don't let your life become mundane 

Be part of a world wide cabaret sign on the dotted line today 

      

Copper brass and steel and tin and the wiring within 

Let it loose upon imagination 

Then invention can begin in a workshop dark and grim 

Don't forget to do the calibration 

Oooooooh   living in this world has never been so good 

Oooooooh the feeling of freedom to not be understood

Sitting At The Bottom Of The Sea (Richard Ryall) 

In my lab I worked so hard 

Daytime nightime I couldn't tell apart 

Something always haunted me 

What was at the bottom of the sea 

The feeling was insatable 

So I made myself an underwater dirigble 

And on that fateful day in June 

I took myself down to the dark dark gloom 

  

When I was only partway down 

My gauges said that I was going to drown 

I couldn't see the sun I couldn't see the sky 

And I didn't want to die 

    

I fell so slow it seemed unreal 

Surrounding me were monsters and giant eel 

I documented what I could 

If I couldn't reach the surface though It'll be no good 

 

My candles they're running short 

It won't be long till I'm just a thought 

And I've got food that will last a day or two 

And it will have to see me through    

 

Well I guess I finally got my wish 

Trapped inside this spherical airless dish 

Its dark outside I cannot see 

I'm sitting at the bottom of the sea 

I'm sitting at the bottom of the sea 

I'm sitting at the bottom of the sea 

I'm sitting at the bottom of the sea

 

 

Dreaming And A Jiving (Richard Ryall)    

She ain’t on time, it nearly blew my mind 

Pacing on the pavement, living on a straight line 

Woah 

Is it something of a crime, holding up a man in his prime 

 

And I was dreaming and a jiving, where could she be hiding 

Dancing until midnight, she shouldn’t be leaving me alone 

Hep hep I’m not a stone 

She should be in my arms, let me protect you from the storms 

 

Lets start jiving, dance divining, 

The music’s climbing, you’re exciting me 

Woah woah come and see, 

We’ll swing to the beat, watch how happy we can be 

 

And I was dreaming and a jiving, where could she be hiding 

Dancing until midnight, she shouldn’t be leaving me alone 

Hep hep I’m not a stone 

She should be in my arms, let me protect you from the storms 

 

She ain’t on time, it nearly blew my mind 

Pacing on the pavement, living on a straight line 

Woah 

Is it something of a crime, holding up a man in his prime 

 

And I was dreaming and a jiving, where could she be hiding 

Dancing until midnight, she shouldn’t be leaving me alone 

Hep hep I’m not a stone 

She should be in my arms, let me protect you from the storms 

 

Ooh my darling, ooh my honey 

You should be dancing with me, I’ve given you all of my money 

Take me to the top, never let this lovin ever stop 

 

And I was dreaming and a jiving, where could she be hiding 

Dancing until midnight, she shouldn’t be leaving me alone 

Hep hep I’m not a stone 

She should be in my arms, let me protect you from the storms

 

 

Back In 45 (Richard Ryall)     

Living in the city, the world is out of line 

Come back all your soldiers and show us a good time 

We are so excited we’ll dance on in the night 

Back in 45, back in 45 

 

We’re missing all your kisses, we’re glad that you’ve survived 

We wanna hold and hug you, and prove that your alive 

You fought so strong and bravely to keep us satisfied 

Back in 45, back in 45 

 

We’re lined up at the harbour 

To see your ships arrive 

We feel the heat of summer 

Back in 45 

Shoobee doobee doobee doobee wah wah wah   scat.

 

 

We’re In Trouble (Richard Ryall)     

If you say that you’re in trouble, I’m in trouble too 

If you say that you’re in trouble, then I’m in trouble too 

I’m demanding, you’re expanding 

Listen to the beat, see it on the street 

If you say that you’re in trouble, I’m in trouble too 

If you say that you’re in trouble, then I’m in trouble too 

Over your shoulder, the nights get colder 

Stay home out of sight, we will be alright 

If you say that you’re in trouble, I’m in trouble too 

If you say that you’re in trouble, then I’m in trouble too 

The coppers hunt us, reward is sumptuous 

Back roads are our friends, this is how it ends 

If you say that you’re in trouble, I’m in trouble too 

If you say that you’re in trouble, then I’m in trouble too

 

 

He Gives Me Diamonds(Richard Ryall)     

I am a girl who looks nice in a sparkling rainbow 

I dress to impress all the fella’s that I see around 

They say I’m a flirt in a skirt but is that really me 

But my man he loves me and shows me a night on the town 

 

He gives me diamonds, he gives me diamonds 

He gives me diamonds, and I am gonna shine 

 

Wine me and dine me and tell me that you’ll be my lover 

I’ll only expect all the best things that you can provide 

And for your return I will give you my undying loving 

For I’m an intense force of nature so will you survive 

 

He gives me diamonds, he gives me diamonds 

He gives me diamonds, and I am gonna shine 

 

Give me love, and keep me high 

Stand me tall, and touch the sky 

I’ll be yours 

He gives me diamonds, he gives me diamonds 

He gives me diamonds, and I am gonna shine 

He gives me diamonds, he gives me diamonds 

He gives me diamonds, and I am gonna shine

 

 

My Train Is Coming home (Richard Ryall)    

I may have seen a poor house, I may have lived inside 

A bad view of my character may once have been implied 

But I have made a bold choice, no man will keep me down 

For my train is coming home 

 

Chorus 

Stare as much while its still free, let my body shine 

I’ve moved up from the gutter, now it is my time 

You think its just an ending, for me its just a sign 

For my train is coming home 

 

I have shown my patience, well I’ve been satisfied 

When I am in the darkness, I shine a little light 

If you try to doubt me, then just get into line 

For my train is coming home 

 

Chorus 

Stare as much while its still free, let my body shine 

I’ve moved up from the gutter, now it is my time 

You think its just an ending, for me its just a sign 

For my train is coming home 

 

I am strong and ten feet tall, I know how to survive 

Stand aside you little boys, for I have just arrived 

Money in my pocket, business in my brain 

For my train is coming home 

Chorus 

 

Stare as much while its still free, let my body shine 

I’ve moved up from the gutter, now it is my time 

You think its just an ending, for me its just a sign 

For my train is coming home

 

 

I Love You More Each Day (Richard Ryall) 

We walk the promanarde, it seems that life is hard 

But I am always here to stay 

I hope you understand, as I take hold your hand 

I love you more each day 

 

I like the way you smile, when you walk out in style 

How special do I feel, when a kiss I try to steal 

I love you more each day 

 

If the world falls apart, please know that you have my heart 

It would never fade away 

The sun shines in the sky, but please don't wonder why 

I love you more each day 

   

I like the way you smile, when you walk out in style 

How special do I feel, when a kiss I try to steal 

I love you more each day, I love you more each day, 

I love you more each day

 

 

All Night Long (Richard Ryall ) 
I look at you and I see your eyes just a worried man 
Pour you a drink and say that I love you as much as I can 
More than the world and the stars in the sky 
Honey I do yeah honey I do 

All night long 
Let me love you all night long 
All the things we can talk about 
And we’ll share our tears in song 
Hold my hand and I’ll understand 
All night long oh yeah all night long

 

 

Its That Jazz Man  (Richard Ryall) 

Getting down to downtown, every single night 

Staying for the smooth sounds until the morning light 

That groove is in my dancing, that groove is in my heart 

That groove is from the heavens, that makes my body start 

 

Oh its that Jazz man, yeah that jazz man, time and time I lose control 

Oh its that Jazz man, yeah that jazz man, gets inside inside my soul             

 

Give me give me all that swing, give me give me all that swing 

Give me give me all that swing oh yeah     

 

It wraps itself around me, like a warm coat in the snow 

Feel the tingle deep inside, as the trumpet starts to blow 

That bass comes in and sits right down, it rattles all my bones 

The drum beats out its rhythm, and my throat it starts to groan 

 

Chorus 

Give me give me all that swing, give me give me all that swing 

Give me give me all that swing oh yeah     

Give me give me all that swing, give me give me all that swing 

Give me give me all that swing oh

 

 

Baggage (Richard Ryall) 

You hunted all around until you found me 

We spent a week at the pub getting totally wrecked 

Then you took me out for a slap up chinese 

Then went round to your flat to disconnect 

I woke up in a messy stain my body it was sore 

My brain had started yelling and shouted nevermore 

You tried to turn the sun off it was too bright see 

It was too late we shared our fate to the sounds of poetry 

  

Everybody carries round their baggage 

Everybody's lost and so afraid 

Everybody carries round their baggage 

Everybody's souls are there to save 

     

In two short months we couldn't stop the fighting 

Each night we'd go back home to an unwashed bed 

But in the morning you were so inviting 

So we had a drink carried on instead 

There was no end we couldn't see, neither one was leaving 

It wasn't about the fun no more, it was just us getting even 

But as those old sad stories go it followed the narrow paths 

Its been four years since we've been fine and shared a night of laughs

 

 

My Soldier Boy (Richard Ryall)    

Dance with me upon the shiny sea 

For you I do enjoy, my soldier boy 

Hold me close and dance the lovers waltz 

For they cannot destroy, my soldier boy 

 

You meet the nicest people on the dancefloor 

You meet the nicest people on the dancefloor 

The tunnel of love, what lies within 

Take your partner lets begin 

You meet the nicest people on the dancefloor

 

 

My Oh My(Richard Ryall)     

I was sad and lonely, and I was in despair 

I took long walks on rainy nights, without a single care 

The books I owned are ragged, I’d dog end every page 

Tears spilt on the cover, the words I disengaged 

 

But at the local Pally, I went to Saturday nights 

I’d dance myself into his arms, under coloured lights 

A single girl am I, but now’s my time to shine 

I cut the rug with all the men, and win out every time 

 

My oh my, in my imagination, well you’re my kind of guy 

My oh my, my heart keeps beating faster, it never says goodbye, goodbye 

 

I feel so warm and special, I never think of home 

My escape and my delight, was something that I owned 

The men they all adored me, they’d light my cigarette 

They tease me with their dark blue eyes,  I never will forget 

 

My oh my, in my imagination, well you’re my kind of guy 

My oh my, my heart keeps beating faster, it never says goodbye, goodbye 

My oh my, in my imagination, well you’re my kind of guy 

My oh my, my heart keeps beating faster, it never says goodbye, goodbye 

 

But Sunday morning comes too soon, and I wake all alone 

Inside my head I’m not in bed, but at the Hippodrome 

 

My oh my, in my imagination, well you’re my kind of guy 

My oh my, my heart keeps beating faster, it never says goodbye, goodbye 

My oh my, in my imagination, well you’re my kind of guy 

My oh my, my heart keeps beating faster, it never says goodbye, 

My oh my, in my imagination, well you’re my kind of guy 

My oh my, my heart keeps beating faster, it never says goodbye, goodbye

   

The Commerce Of Albion  (Richard Ryall) 

Up there in the fractured cloud, 

The southern wind is rushing proud 

People gazing in the sky 

Children waving ships goodbye 

A Golden Age, as far as the eye could see 

 

Steam has come to save us all 

With countries flags arrayed unfurled 

Airship captains giving orders 

Steering off to foreign borders 

Thankfully, cargoes for a new country 

 

Chorus 

Saw heavens filled, with all the ships we build 

Around the world, the magic of commerce twirled 

With splendid sights, cargoes of delights 

The parliament of men, let's make this empire begin 

 

The vision that has seen the future 

Bringing forth a wondrous creature 

Science brings us altogether 

From this land release the tether 

We shall reign, we're masters of our domain 

 

Let the band strike up a tune 

Give the anthem lots of room 

Let the planet be as one 

The futures grand for all who come 

Check the gauge, for steam is here to stay

 

 

Arthur (Richard Ryall)  

September 1920 Arthur came to me 

And asked me if I could see what he could see 

I said I had poor vision and was totally unaware 

He mentioned about the dead who were standing here 

I sat up straight and turned my head 

And looked around the room but could see no dead 

But Arthur hushed in a spoken voice if I didn't believe then I had that choice 

 

They are here 

 

He told me of the books he was investigating 

Since 1886 he had begun explaining 

There's forces in this world that are quite unknown 

Eliminate the probable and the truth is shown 

I listened very carefully to this learned man 

I could tell deep inside of his wondrous plan 

He was serious to me and I want to believe, this detective man could not deceive 

 

Hear me I don't believe in magic, your tales are truly tragic 

I wish you weren't so bold 

As Watson said to Sherlock don't force the facts to interlock 

You cannot bend the truth to suit your soul 

 

He seemed so disappointed and I heard myself say 

That I did see something strange early on today 

I thought I had imagined but perhaps I was wrong 

I did see a figure that did not belong 

He looked intently into my eye and I felt he could read in my mind                      

A smile on his lips and he saw my lie 

And thanked me though for the caring try 

 

Hear me I don't believe in magic, your tales are truly tragic 

I wish you weren't so bold 

As Watson said to Sherlock don't force the facts to interlock 

You cannot bend the truth to suit your soul

 

On A Sunday Afternoon   (Richard Ryall) 

I you will, come on in, to the circus of Berlin 

Be amazed at all the wonders inside 

On the wire, in the air, there are people flying everywhere 

                  

Will you sit right down take off that frown 

Watch the coloured lights shine all around 

Enjoy your time this Sunday afternoon 

There's jugglers there, and dancing bear 

And magic tricks that will catch you unaware 

Enjoy your time on this sunny Sunday afternoon 

Enjoy your time on this sunny Sunday afternoon 

 

There are clowns, to have a laugh,      with pratfalls done on your behalf 

And their bicycles exploding in a puff of smoke 

Then the band, strikes a tune, with a solo on Bassoon 

               

Will you sit right down take off that frown 

Watch the coloured lights shine all around 

Enjoy your time this Sunday afternoon 

There's jugglers there, and dancing bear 

And magic tricks that will catch you unaware 

Enjoy your time on this sunny Sunday afternoon 

Enjoy your time on this sunny Sunday afternoon  

   

Leave your sad thoughts outside, enjoy your time with us 

We are the greatest circus, there's laughter here or bust 

Just let your mind be ours, we're someone you can trust 

Just have this one day, and let that pressure rust 

  

Will you sit right down take off that frown 

Watch the coloured lights shine all around 

Enjoy your time this Sunday afternoon 

There's jugglers there, and dancing bear 

And magic tricks that will catch you unaware 

Enjoy your time on this sunny Sunday afternoon 

Enjoy your time on this sunny Sunday afternoon 

 

 

The Standing Cog (Richard Ryall) 

Chorus 

Lets all dance in the early twilight 

Lets all dance until its midnight 

All praise the standing cog 

Anyone can hear its calling 

Anyone can heed its warning 

All praise the standing cog 

 

Drink dance and lets make merry 

Come on board be visionary 

We're revolutionary help us make a change 

Don't settle second best 

Never feel you are repressed 

This is the final quest your life can bee exchanged 

 

The ancient cog we praise and worship 

A greater life we are its servant 

Brass and copper hue of verdant in this field of gold 

The lore of nature understands it 

All of time it is in transit 

A peaceful world we will admit so the stories told 

 

Celebrate each yuletide year 

When mankind needs no longer fear 

When love is in the atmosphere it has come to pass 

If you try its possible 

There isn’t any obstacle 

No problem is insolvable nothings made of glass

 

 

The Keeper Of The Clock (Richard Ryall) 

In the tower in the darkest place is where she always lives 

Dressed in a coat tarred from creosote for the service that she gives 

No more begging when the sun starts setting 

Up she climbs her spirit dreading 

Midnight bells a sound that rings so clear 

 

She is the Keeper of the clock and her spirit never stops 

300 years she's been around to make sure that clock is wound 

But you'll never know her name and her ghost just stays the same 

And the island it would stop but for the Keeper of the clock 

 

You never see her and you never will but she is always there 

She know all things about cogs and springs 

That would make your head despair 

But of course one things for certain as you sleep behind your curtain 

Please be grateful for the things you cannot see        

 

She is the Keeper of the clock and her spirit never stops 

300 years she's been around to make sure that clock is wound 

But you'll never know her name and her ghost just stays the same 

And the island it would stop but for the Keeper of the clock 

 

When the clock breaks down 

Working hard she can be found 

Darkness is her one playground 

Her fingers are her living 

Light of touch and no misgiving 

Dirty work with no forgiving now 

 

She is the Keeper of the clock and her spirit never stops 

300 years she's been around to make sure that clock is wound 

But you'll never know her name and her ghost just stays the same 

And the island it would stop but for the Keeper of the clock

 

 

L U I (Loving Under The Influence) Richard Ryall 

Well we strode across the desert sands and I held my woman by the hand. 

We were doing it all alone 

She looked at me and I looked at her, we fell deep in love, it caused quite a stir 

It was something that had grown 

The townsfolk there ran us both out of town, they didn’t want our kind hanging 

around, there was nowhere else to go 

So we walked and hitched and we hitched and walked and we went down south, 

to the gulf of Mexico. 

 

And I was loving under the influence, I was loving under the influence 

You got me right from the start 

And I was loving under the influence, I was loving under the influence 

You took a piece of my heart 

  

We hit Monterrey town just past sundown, we were dirty and tired 

There was no-one else around there was nowhere we could stay 

There were signs on display saying keep yourselves away 

Your kind of people aren’t welcomed today there was nothing we could say 

So we looked for the local park, and we hid there in the dark with love in our hearts 

And I remember our first night of love, and what I said to you 

That we’re never gonna part 

 

So we’ll keep on moving for that is just our fate 

Nowhere can we settle down and nowhere that we can wait 

The world is there before us, and we’ll travel all our lives 

Living by our memories and  colourful disguise 

And I was loving under the influence, I was loving under the influence 

You got me right from the start 

 

And I was loving under the influence, I was loving under the influence 

You took a piece of my heart 

We hit Monterrey town just past sundown, we were dirty and tired 

There was no-one else around there was nowhere we could stay

 

 

The Spanish Flu (The Great Picnic)  

(Richard Ryall Music, Karen J Carlisle Words) 

On our way to South Australia,  no parade and no regalia 

Sign our life away for ages, we're promising we're not contagious 

Faces covered with masks of gauze, quite the fashion au de jour 

Can't take the risk don't share your germs 

Its not negotable, thats the terms 

 

Chorus: 

Beware the Spanish Flu, the quaratine train for you 

Beware the Spanish Flu    X  2 

  

Bath and breakfast thermometer drill, committee meetings for the few 

Spray the tents put dustbins out, dinner , cricket with the crowd 

Surrounded by the Spanish Flu, the Jubilee Oval is for you 

Don't sneak outside climb over the fence 

Cough cough cough then we're all dead 

 

Chorus: 

Beware the Spanish Flu, the quaratine train for you 

Beware the Spanish Flu    X  2 

 

The ceremonial farewell 

We get thrown back into the fires of hell 

No familiar faces or familiar tents 

Back to work , secure the rent 

It's a nasty lonely world, devoid of comradeship 

At the Oval beware the Spanish Flu 

   

Bottle Of Rum (Richard Ryall) 

I was a sailor since I was a boy, 

Brought up on a pirate ship, shipmates ahoy 

I went to the Indies and saw magic sights, 

I drank in their barroom and had me some fights 

           

A life on the sea had beckoned so fine 

 I plundered and robbed till the dark even time 

Sure there were moments where my life could go 

But the crew fought as one and as one we would blow 

 

Then there were times that my bones they would ache 

As age made me weary and less pain could take 

And when grey hair took me, I made my mistake 

And the crew then released me with their last undertake 

 

The sea may be storming there's never the sun 

Send me to the depths with a bottle of rum 

So come all you sailors, I've now had my fun 

Send me to the depths with a bottle of rum 

 

Then there were times that my bones they would ache 

As age made me weary and less pain could take 

And when grey hair took me, I made my mistake 

And the crew then released me with their last undertake 

The sea may be storming there's never the sun 

Send me to the depths with a bottle of rum 

So come all you sailors, I've now had my fun 

Send me to the depths with a bottle of rum 

Send me to the depths with a bottle of rum 

Send me to the depths with a bottle of rum

 

 

We Come As Friends (Richard Ryall) 

Its been nine months since we've left home 

Mars is on our doorstep, get them on the telephone                                    

I need to make some contact, let them know we're from a world unknown 

 

Hail there to you Martian people, we wish to bid you well 

We've travelled far across the system, we bring fresh tea as well        

We want to learn your culture, and not cause great offense              

We've noticed your great cities, with our telephoto lens 

 

We, we come as friends, we come as friends, we come as friends 

We, we come as friends, we come as friends, we come as friends 

 

I see that fear upon your face, we've not come to your planet to invade 

We, we need another language, some way to communicate 

   

Hail there to you Martian people, we wish to bid you well 

We've travelled far across the system, we bring fresh tea as well        

We want to learn your culture, and not cause great offense              

We've noticed your great cities, with our telephoto lens 

 

We, we come as friends, we come as friends, we come as friends 

We, we come as friends, we come as friends, we come as friends 

Scat 

And all the time, that we were there, 

we couldn't have known about the atmosphere 

And slowly, from the beginning, inside our lungs, they were thinning 

For the humblest of microbes, had very quickly bred 

And if we stay on Mars, well soon we'd all be dead 

 

We, we come as friends, we come as friends, we come as friends 

We, we come as friends, we come as friends, we come as friends 

na na na na na

 

 

Tie Him To The Mast (Richard Ryall) 

When you are travelling on the cold hard sea 

Mind who you share for your company 

Words can be spoken in secrecy 

But I am your Captain, there's no leniency 

Pirates rules are the Pirates law 

For centuries gone and for centuries before 

And tough is our life, and the punishment is strong 

         

Tie him to the mast, till his skin starts burning 

Tie him to the mast, in a rage of cursing, tie him to the mast, 

Tie him to the mast, till the crows start pecking 

Tie him to the mast, till the crew stop retching, tie him to the mast, 

Tie him to the mast 

 

My ship may speak danger but its riches are complete 

We all get our fair cut, if you steal you'll lose your feet 

A hard day's pay for a hard days toil 

Keeps the ship in order from a crew that's on the boil 

Pirates rules are the Pirates law 

For centuries gone and for centuries before 

And tough is our life, and the punishment is strong 

                                            

Tie him to the mast, till his skin starts burning 

Tie him to the mast, in a rage of cursing, tie him to the mast, 

Tie him to the mast, till the crows start pecking 

Tie him to the mast, till the crew stop retching, tie him to the mast, 

Tie him to the mast 

 

We are a bunch of brigands, not one of you can be trusted 

But if you cross my path, your life is interrupted 

For I rule your world, and I will make you pay 

 

Tie him to the mast, till his skin starts burning 

Tie him to the mast, in a rage of cursing, tie him to the mast, 

Tie him to the mast, till the crows start pecking 

Tie him to the mast, till the crew stop retching, tie him to the mast, 

Tie him to the mast 

Tie him to the mast    x 2

 

 

Row Away(Richard Ryall)  

Row away (row away), row away (row away), 

Row away (row away), row away ( Hey Hey Hey) X  2 

Sitting in our longboat with waters calm and still 

We're overboard with mouldy bread and plenty of time to kill 

We did not see it coming, it caught us unaware 

Six days have gone, since the song of the mutineers prayer 

Row away (row away), row away (row away), 

Row away (row away), row away ( Hey Hey Hey) X  2 

The stars are on the horizon our course to navigate 

The dreams of meat and rum are concerned to celebrate 

Our thirst it is unquenchable with meagre water left 

Eyeing of the barrel to stop any wanton theft 

Row away (row away), row away (row away), 

Row away (row away), row away ( Hey Hey Hey) X  2 

      

The first mate shouted from the bow, its here you cannot stay     

So dip those oars you ocean scum, you'll have to row away                    

And the bastards they have sailed off, while we float indiscreet                       

We started out as five, but us four we needed meat 

It gave us ghostly energy, in our hearts well we were wronged 

And our stomachs were not satisfied, more meat was what belonged 

Row away (row away), row away (row away), 

Row away (row away), row away ( Hey Hey Hey) X  2 

     

So bend your backs and row me lads and take me to me home 

I've had enough of floating on this god forsaken foam 

Row away (row away), row away (row away), 

Row away (row away), row away ( Hey Hey) X  2 

Row away (row away), row away (row away), 

Row away (row away), row away ( Hey Hey Hey) X  2

Needles Armed With Thread  (Richard Ryall) 

Inside your house they creep, to see if your asleep 

Slowly move upstairs, see your body there 

You have no place to run, you dream of pleasant sun 

 It is a constant ritual, disturbingly a vigil     

 

Chorus:  

Needles armed with thread 

Guardians of the dead 

                             

The safety of the cover, does not seem to bother 

When they're standing there, you are unaware 

Listen to your breathing, the sound of sweetest pleasing 

They plan to close your eyes, before the sun does rise 

  

Chorus:   

Needles armed with thread 

Guardians of the dead 

They will steal your soul 

Sew you eyes to whole 

 

Every nights a healing, inside your head's a feeling 

Your sights a sacrifice, they take at any price 

Off with them you'll travel, watch your life unravel 

Taken to a place, where you can't escape

 

 

My Secret World  (Richard Ryall ) 

There are fishes in the sea 

And the're staring back at me 

In the cold cold rain through the night 

There are men up in the sky 

And they seem to wonder why 

In the cold cold rain through the night 

 

Chorus:   

Creatures creep until the morning 

The weather bites the wind is calling 

In my secret world 

The lakes fill up are overflowing 

The fires shout their final warning 

In my secret world 

                               

Chorus:   

The distant views they vary greatly 

Trees stand tall and show off stately 

In my secret world 

The air is thick with perfumed flowers 

Here I sit counting the hours 

In my secret world

 

 

Opium Blues 2  (Richard Ryall) 

Bring me to that opium 

It takes me to the place that I belong 

Its damp and dark and cold and its the place I sin 

And its dark (dark) dark (dark) in that den 

And its so dark (dark) dark there in that den 

 

Sometimes a feast,sometimes a famine 

Help me find that place,to catch the dragon 

Let me hand you all my money, feed me cos I'm hungry 

I've never been so lucky,in my life 

        

Look out world I'm back in town 

Take my life and flip it upside down 

I see those circles form they go round and round 

And its dark (dark) dark (dark) in that ground 

And its dark (dark) dark deep in that ground 

 

Sometimes a feast,sometimes a famine 

Help me find that place,to catch the dragon 

Let me hand you all my money, feed me cos I'm hungry 

I've never been so lucky,in my life

 

 

Car  (Richard Ryall) 

I've saved all my money, and there you are 

Bright and shiny yellow, my brand new motorcar 

It goes at speed and it just flys, there's room for all to sit inside 

All mod cons to keep my satisfied 

 

Oh my love, we can have great holidays, 

Will you come with me, what do you say 

Every town a new adventure, oh my dear we'll look a splendor 

No distance can be very far away 

 

Chorus:   

Jump in my car and come with me, as we drive across the country 

Look at the view and the marvellous scenery 

The wind in our hair there's no despair, as we can travel everywhere 

I'm ok as long as your with me 

 

We can go to the coast at anytime, 

Paddle in the water if the sun does shine 

Picnic in the countryside, or anywhere that you decide 

Cakes and scone and then we'll sip fine wine 

  

Elegance it is our virtue, your true love it won't desert you 

Lets wave to our friends as we drive by, a hint of jealousy in their eye 

I think our car is going to be a smash 

One more wine and we'll be fine, the curve ahead we'll make in time 

The steerings gone and we died in the crash 

                           

 

Stranger Than Strange  Richard Ryall)  

What makes everybody stand apart 

People give us wisdom from the heart 

Time to get the system rearranged 

Cos people say we're stranger than strange 

 

Why not take our value as we are 

Standing on the bridge thats too far 

Everybody wants us to change 

Cos people say we're stranger than strange 

 

Look how strong we stand we don't make so much demands 

Can we ever really be forgiven 

Don't close us in our rooms for we still can hear the tunes 

Give us pen and paper so they can be written 

And even in the darkest evenings 

That sometimes can be in the day 

We've never had a reason for misgivings 

We love you more and more even when you're far away

 

 

Goodbye Golden Fields  (Richard Ryall) 

Goodbye golden fields and the kings that kneeled 

 

Chorus:   

In this sanctuary of strange time stands still and does not change 

Turn towards the sun and be amazed walk the tallest ocean waves 

Pleasant lands are gone centuries are to long 

See our home in the fields quiet battlefields 

My feet can feel the heartbeat of the ground 

The growing of the forests on all the hills around

 

 

Wake Up World (Richard Ryall) 

Wake up world, for your streets are torn, the sky is blue, and fully formed 

I was born, in war years, when men rode horse, then disappeared 

What was the point, of doing good, so we could be, misunderstood 

I look at you, you grown up child, you're now in charge, your kids are wild 

 

Chorus 

And the world woke up, and clapped its hands, the sound was loud and wide 

It lasted for, a week or more, and then went back inside 

          

It was the spring, of 69, we saw our life, in a bottle of wine 

The flowers bloomed, in the tall tall grass, and just like petals, it did not last 

  

Chorus          

Wake up world, your time is gone, you've had the chance, you've had your fun 

I've never seen, so much hate before, you've emptied the tank, of the reservoir 

      

Wake up world, for your streets are torn, the sky is blue, and fully formed 

I was born, in war years, when men rode horse, then disappeared 

The golden times, we're the best of times, but now my song, it has no rhymes

 

 

Take My Hand  (Richard Ryall) 

We travel across the Great Divide hunger and thirst are by our side 

Keep The line is what I'm hearing one more step and one more clearing 

 

Chorus:   

Take my hand walk into the sun 

Deep inside the dessert we have come 

                               

Strangers are as strangers do some are brown and some are blue 

Eagles fly into the night voices hushed their eyes are bright 

    

Keep on the run until we reach the sea 

Look for your life in the heart of your family

 

 

The Fog  (Richard Ryall) 

Chorus:   

Somethings coming, somethings coming 

Somethings coming for me 

Hear it breathing, hear it breathing 

There's nothing I can see 

I am not prepared, and I am running scared 

 

In the night of countless cities, screams fill out the distance 

Sirens blare and tastes the air, so urgent its insistence 

Footsteps running close by me, like a terrible disease 

A woman falls and cracks her head, a man hangs from the trees 

 

A blade is thrown and clips my leg, a burning on my side 

I cannot reach my home at all, for safety and to hide 

A roar is bellowed and then it quits, the footsteps break the sound 

And in the fog its standing there, a beast from underground 

 

I wait for morning it never comes, someone took it away 

It's always dark the town is stark, just like yesterday 

The crunch of bones beneath my feet, thank god I cannot see 

I'm glad this fog is thick and still, and all will so agree

 

 

When The Seasons Start To Change  (Richard Ryall) 

I received a call from the wind seeking out the flesh of my skin 

Its dark when I turn on the lights my baby cries to me just to me 

 

Chorus:  

When the seasons start to change all my thoughts begin to rearrange 

                               

With the full embrace of your arms all your secrets melt into me 

Has anybody seen 

 

Playing With The Crazies (Richard Ryall) 

What’s this institution I’m surrounded by my friends 

The days might seem the same but the playtime never ends 

I get to wear my clothes real tight, they’re colourful and smart 

I’ve painted everyone myself I like to call it art 

 

Visitors come rarely but I guess that’s what they chose 

I think I understand them so I can’t be one of those 

It’s not as if I’m creepy and it’s not that I am rough 

I have these little quirks with life I guess they’ve had enough 

 

And I am here and I’m playing with the crazies 

But I don’t seem to fit in well 

And here I am and I’m playing with crazies 

And no-one likes me I can tell 

And all I wish for, will they take me home 

And all I want is to be left alone 

 

I don’t like being different and I don’t like being here 

Sure I seem to struggle but that happens every year 

Its not that it is new to me I’ve always been this young 

And even though my playtimes here it sometimes it isn’t fun 

   

And I am here and I’m playing with the crazies 

But I don’t seem to fit in well 

And here I am and I’m playing with crazies 

And no-one likes me I can tell 

And all I wish for, will they take me home 

And all I want is to be left alone 

And I am here and I’m playing with the crazies 

But I don’t seem to fit in well 

 

And here I am and I’m playing with crazies 

And no-one likes me I can tell 

And all I wish for, will they take me home 

And all I want is to be left alone

 

 

Somewhere Near The Truth (Richard Ryall) 

I live my life in alleyways, some to dark to see 

It curled my toes and bent my bones in ways that would decieve 

They cleaned the slums and took us bums and put us all inside 

Confess they said to any crimes there's nowhere you can hide 

So in the dock they placed me with a jury of my peers 

The commoners in the gallery came along to jeer 

The wooden walls imposed on us a feeling of contempt 

While most us then new the score for when the noose we went 

 

Here I sit, all alone, at last, 

All those things  I may have seen 

All those things   will be lost, will be lost inside my dream 

 

Death was for the lucky ones for some of us would rot 

We'd spend our lives in Newgate Gaol until we were forgot 

The judge was heavy handed and he let me know my fate 

He said that I was typical and lower than a snake 

I shouted I was innocent but he just banged his gavel 

He said I was a stain on earth and nothing more than trouble 

No noose for me nor gaol indeed he said I was a failure 

Upon the ship The Sirius I was shipped to South Australia 

  

Here I sit, all alone, at last, 

All those things  I may have seen 

All those things   will be lost, will be lost inside my dream 

Then the rain, on the roof, warms the pain 

It is somewhere, it is somewhere near the truth 

Somewhere somewhere near the truth

 

 

Old Grey Factory  (Richard Ryall) 

Take me down to the old grey factory 

Make my bones into cog and spring 

Take me down to the old grey factory 

Then march along till church bells ring 

 

Take me down to the old grey factory 

My clothes are ragged and my skin is bruised 

Take me down to the old grey factory 

My body is gone and I'll be excused 

 

Take me down to the old grey factory 

My bodies gone but I'm free to roam 

Take me down to the old grey factory 

For I'll take a rest from my weary bone 

Wooooo

 

 

Ships In (Richard Ryall) 

I, love the sky,in an air-race,I should fly 

Around the world, they came to try, 

The length of England, they raced at night 

 

Ships in, ships in, the night, the dark and stormy night 

Ships in, ships in, the night, the dark and stormy night 

 

Twenty tried, fifteen died, the crews were terrified, some won't be found 

My airship, port engine down, Yorkshire Dales, we came to ground 

 

Ships in, ships in, the night, the dark and stormy night 

Ships in, ships in, the night, the dark and stormy night 

 

Our darling wives, they were confused 

How they cried, when they heard the news 

Adventurers were we, we challenged the airship sea 

And now,  we're part of history 

 

Ships in, ships in, the night, the dark and stormy night 

Ships in, ships in, the night, the dark and stormy night

 

 

The Centre Of The Earth (Richard Ryall) 

We built a machine to take us right down, to the centre of the earth deep underground 

We don't know what's there or what will be found 

We're cleaning the gauges and building up steam, 

Our grand locomotive is reigning supreme 

I hear those voices they stem from afar, others are cheering they follow the star 

We go down, far underground   journeying long feeling profound  

A great bold adventure with danger abound    we go down   x 2 

 

Two days have passed subterranean are we, out the port windows there's nothing to see 

But a flash of bright lights and where could we be 

A portal we passed and we let out a curse this isn't England a strange multi-universe 

We've lost track of time while we try to get home  do we turn right in this strange catacomb 

We go down, far underground     journeying long feeling profound  

A great bold adventure with danger abound    we go down   x 2 

   

We go down, far underground     journeying long feeling profound  

A great bold adventure with danger abound    we go down   x 4

 

 

Bitch That Pot   (Richard Ryall) 

Bitch that pot  hey   hey  Bitch that pot  hey   hey    

Bitch that pot  hey   hey  hey, 

Bitch that pot  hey   hey  Bitch that pot  hey   hey    

Bitch that pot  hey   hey  hey, 

 

I knew a man who sailed the sea 

From the Ivory Coast to the Barbary 

He knew a girl who sailed the sky 

Her name was Mary and he caught her eye     

hey hey       hey hey         hey hey hey 

 

Both got themselves together then 

And they became more than good friends 

Their heart and souls are joined you see 

For their love of life and their love of tea 

 

She always put the milk in last 

For him she never had to ask 

Rotate the pot three times he said 

Drink it slow then come to bed 

 

French Earl Grey and Buddhas Tears, 

Keeps you from your nightly fears 

Liquorice Legs loose leaf Tisane 

Give it daily to your man

 

 

1884   (Richard Ryall) 

On Regent Street , in a dark stoned fenced off house 

The faceless come and go I see them everyday          

Crazy, they called me crazy, 

When I talk Of them, they say I'm paranoid 

But there's an angel in the sky, and I start to wonder why 

Then a voice cries out, we're watching you we are 

 

Here's the thing, everybodys whispering 

Room 101 they're sent, to the steam machine 

Releasing you, from the body that imprisoned you 

Help you see the truth, help you to conform 

But there's an angel in the sky, and I start to wonder why 

Then a voice cries out, we're watching you we are 

 

I find the fog it is my friend, it helps me focus until the end 

The Chelsea Embankment I can hide, the River Thames is on my side 

I look quite normal when I walk, I tip my hat if I wish to talk 

No finer gentleman than me, I'm plain to see 

 

There's an angel in the sky, and I start to wonder why 

Then a voice cries out, we're watching you we are 

And I'm down here on the ground, a searchlight searches till I'm found 

Then a voice cries out, we're watching you we are 

Angel Angel   woah watching you we are     

 

 

The Ageing Robot Arsonist (Richard Ryall) 

I was made to be a copy of yourselves 

My skin created on a factory floor 

But it went wrong and I remember burning furnaces 

I came to love that fires roar 

And when I felt warmth I was happy 

It brought a nice glow to my eyes 

And I knew that I'd outlive everybody 

It came to me as no surprise 

This is my robotic life,  this is my robotic life 

 

In 1861 in Tooley St and Cottons Wharf 

I left my mark for all to see 

The tallow flew and helped the River Thames to boil 

The crowd all saw my victory 

In Abney Park his body laid 

The one brave soul who had been slayed 

The Thames drained empty as I picked the low tide first 

The fire engines died of thirst 

This is my robotic life,  this is my robotic life 

 

I was the one who burnt down Crystal Palace 

I was the one who fanned the flames 

Mr Buckland could not see what I was doing 

It was a radical time of change 

And I sat down and stared  for ages 

Those lovely sparks against the stairs 

And when those Penge boys had arrived they stood and cried 

They closed their eyes and said their prayers 

This is my robotic life,  this is my robotic life 

This is my robotic life,  this is my robotic life 

I am an ageing robot arsonist

 

 

Make A New World  (Richard Ryall) 

Be Bop Be Bop Budda hey,  X3        Ahhhhhhh 

 

Lets make a new world, we'll move into the skies 

Gigantic floating cities, is where you'll run your lives 

The views will be amazing, and each home will satisfy 

Imagine that your workplace, is where the eagles fly 

 

Be Bop Be Bop Budda hey,  X3        Ahhhhhhh 

 

A few old dollars, and I'll put you on the plan 

Don't wait too long or they'll be gone, I know you'll understand 

A small deposits needed, nine months it will begin 

Think about your children, the futures here within 

 

Be Bop Be Bop Budda hey,  X3        Ahhhhhhh 

Lets make a new world, you'll be above the crowd, that fresh air deep inside your lungs 

A life magnificent, no ground imprisonment, you can taste it on your tongues 

And every day's a glorious day, you'll watch them all below 

The lower class, the poorer class, and people you won't know 

Be Bop Be Bop Budda hey,  X3        Ahhhhhhh 

Yeah Yeah Yeah  lets make a new world

 

The Curse Of The Bunbury Rum(Richard Ryall)  

We're a crew that has seen worse, but we suffer from this curse 

Our ghosts have been onboard for a hundred years or more 

There's suffering and there's pain as we try and try again 

Our bones they ache and cry and we pray that we could die 

 

We are the stuff of stories for the living to be scared 

We hide in darkened corners to catch you unaware 

Our crew are all united beneath the darkened sun 

Suffering the curse of the Bunbury Rum 

Suffering the curse of the Bunbury Rum 

Suffering the curse of the Bunbury Rum 

Suffering the curse of the Bunbury Rum 

 

The captains spirits broken the first mate tells the tale 

The ocean bubbles slowly and we hear the kraken wail 

He ignores us just like god has no earthly form are we 

And there's nothing here for miles around upon this stagnant sea 

 

We are the stuff of stories for the living to be scared 

We hide in darkened corners to catch you unaware 

Our crew are all united beneath the darkened sun 

Suffering the curse of the Bunbury Rum 

Suffering the curse of the Bunbury Rum 

Suffering the curse of the Bunbury Rum 

Suffering the curse of the Bunbury Rum 

 

As years have passed with broken mast we sit eternally 

No closer to the cherished land and our loving family 

Our ghostly forms need nourishment from souls that pass us by 

On their trip to Hades with the ferryman from the sky 

 

We are the stuff of stories for the living to be scared 

We hide in darkened corners to catch you unaware 

Our crew are all united beneath the darkened sun 

Suffering the curse of the Bunbury Rum 

Suffering the curse of the Bunbury Rum 

Suffering the curse of the Bunbury Rum 

Suffering the curse of the Bunbury Rum

 

I Miss You  (Richard Ryall) 

A full moon glowing in the night and I won't see your face tonight 

I  miss you 

I cannot close my eyes at all I hear you creep along the hall 

I miss you 

  

In the cobbled streets I know you stalk them all causing grave misfortune where you go 

Its in your nature inside I know you're pure 

You're forced to use your instincts you've no control 

I stay at home and think of you I knew what I was getting into 

I miss you 

At other times we laugh and dance I do not fear our circumstance 

I miss you 

And when the rage that curses through your blood takes you far from me I'm all alone 

I don't think of the death that you have caused I want your safe return to me at home 

The things you do I know that they are wrong but I can't stop my heart from loving you 

I dread the day if I should hear some news of a creature thats been killed in Waterloo 

  

A full moon glowing in the night and I won't see your face tonight 

I  miss you 

I cannot close my eyes at all I hear you creep along the hall 

I miss you  I miss you  I  miss you

 

Old Steampunks Never Die (Richard Ryall music, Steven C Davis words) 

Its a special kind of world they live in 

Full of wonder and excitement and things that could have been 

Rusty wheels and springs keep turning 

Brings them back around again to face 

The things they always fear 

No-one knows how long there is or when to say goodbye 

Don't be sad lets all be joyous and raise your glasses to the sky 

 

Old Steampunks never die they just keep flying airships in the sky          

Old steampunks never die they just don't all salute the flags they fly 

 

With tea and biscuits served 

A sigh goes out and music plays and memories return   

All the myths that they have carried 

With medusian immortality they've just turned into stone 

As the sands of time runs slowly never quite pouring out 

The old clockpunks they wind down slowly 

Three cheers we hear them shout 

 

Old Steampunks never die they just keep flying airships in the sky          

Old steampunks never die they just don't all salute the flags they fly 

             

Steampunks they won't leave you there 

Resting in their comfy chair a glass of gin or brandy in their hand 

When goodbyes have been said and done 

And the very last cabaret is gone the final bow is taken with the band 

Oooooo 

     

Old Steampunks never die they just keep flying airships in the sky          

Old steampunks never die they just don't all salute the flags they fly 

Old steampunks never die

A Broken World (Richard Ryall) 

Old women sitting in the park on a summers day 

Talking of revolution the industrial way 

Remember the times when you were young 

So don't talk to me of a broken world 

The sun always shined and life seemed fine 

So don't talk to me of a broken world 

 

Looking at the innovations that we have chose 

The workers in the country and the city wear the same old clothes 

Life is so great in this caring state 

So don't talk to me of a broken world 

Your pessimistic cry, as a flag can't fly 

So don't talk to me of a broken world 

 

We all know that the government really loves us, we all know we're in their heart 

And marching all together with our heads held high   

Is where our long lives start 

Oh where our long lives start 

Life is so great in this caring state 

So don't talk to me of a broken world 

Your pessimistic cry, as a flag can't fly 

So don't talk to me of a broken world

 

There's Something In The Wall ( Richard Ryall) 

I hear the noise there's something in the wall 

The terrifying screaming can be heard along the hall 

And I've climbed the stairs in the roof it wasn't there 

And I fell down on my knees and cried a desperate prayer 

 

With midnight gone there's something in the walls 

And I haven't slept for five days my name it always calls 

And in all the rooms the light it won't appear  

Like a Penny Dreadful pamphlet the ending isn't clear 

 

All the doors stay locked cos there's something in the wall 

Is this what fate befalls me is this what ends it all 

And the ghosts stare on a pained look on their face 

The rain breaks through the ceiling and I'm gone without a trace

 

Siren Song (Music Richard Ryall, Words Kylie Joy Morrison,)  

Perched atop the cliffs they sit, awaiting wayward sailing ships 

The smell of man is on the air, the stench of blood sweat and despair 

They cast their voice upon the wind, their voice upon the wind 

The Siren song all welcoming, its very welcoming 

 

The sailors charmed all take the bait, and steer those ships towards their fate 

The jagged rocks beneath the waves, are set like traps to catch their prey 

Abandon ship the captain cries for we shall surely die 

As Sirens sweep down from the skies before they realise 

 

With talons sharp and teeth to match the sailors soon become their catch 

As faces are each filled with dread the waters filled with shades of red 

 

Into the darkest depths dragged down, lungs filled ocean as they drown 

And there in the den of Davey Jones, the Sirens feast upon those bones 

Now tales are told of maidens fair, told of maidens fair 

Who sit on rocks and brush their hair senses still aware 

 

With talons sharp and teeth to match the sailors soon become their catch 

As faces are each filled with dread the waters filled with shades of red 

With talons sharp and teeth to match the sailors soon become their catch 

As faces are each filled with dread the waters filled with shades of red 

But those who know the tales of old 

Know tales where maidens feast on souls

 

Hammer Hall ( Richard Ryall) 

Well they locked me up in Hammer Hall and threw away the key 

A scoundrel and a bastard was what I was supposed to be 

I lived outside of normal my own beliefs I had 

I never hurted anyone though sometimes I wish I did 

And its been ten long years and its been ten long years 

And its been ten long years for me 

And its been ten long years and its been ten long years 

And its been ten long years for me 

In Hammer Hall,        in Hammer Hall,         in Hammer Hall           

            

They told me they could cure me with electricity they said 

Its a startling new invention when they stuck it on my head 

Well the pain was just enormous I could not speak for days 

When finally it was over I never changed my ways 

And its been ten long years and its been ten long years 

And its been ten long years for me 

And its been ten long years and its been ten long years 

And its been ten long years for me 

In Hammer Hall,        in Hammer Hall,         in Hammer Hall                              

 

They made me cower with each passing of the hour 

But they could not change my heart 

For when it comes to love you can't help thinking of 

How can you ever set us apart                   

In Hammer Hall,        in Hammer Hall,         in Hammer Hall           

In Hammer Hall,        in Hammer Hall,         in Hammer Hall

 

 

The Murderers Waltz ( Richard Ryall) 

Here in my living room, candles are flickering lights up your face in the gloom 

Your terrified smile gives you breath for a while 

I love the smell of your perfume 

And the knives that I've got are quality made its only the best for you 

And I'll take my time treat you just like fine wine 

My methods are tested and true 

 

And if I should catch you then its meant to be 

Will you take this Murderers Waltz with me 

And we can dance till the early light 

For a gentleman always should be polite 

 

I like that clicking noise as my knife hits your bones its just music to me 

Tied to my table there eyes closed but full aware 

The fruit of the poisonous tree 

Do I do it for money, do I do it for love, no I just do it for blood 

The rush that I get and the smell of my sweat helps me to bring on the flood 

 

And when I have finished its safe to say 

That I'll hide your body so far away 

And I won't forget you I'll guarantee 

For all of my bodies are special to me

 

 

I Walk The Righteous Road (Richard Ryall) 

Been in a lot of trouble all of my life, always involved a gun and a knife 

But now... I walk the righteous road, walking that righteous road 

Maybe my life is full of regrets, but its nothing so bad that I can forget 

But now... I walk the righteous road, walking that righteous road 

A young mans shadow never grows old, it just stays close and does what its told 

But now... I walk the righteous road, walking that righteous road 

 

Live hard work hard live hard work everyday 

Live hard work hard live hard work everyday 

 

Send my soul to Satans pit, but I'm trying hard to escape from it 

But now... I walk the righteous road, walking that righteous road 

Live hard work hard live hard work everyday 

Live hard work hard live hard work everyday 

Live hard work hard, live hard work hard, live hard work hard

 

150 Years Ago  (Richard Ryall) 

Sure I like the world it looks, but all the things I've read in books 

I feel I don't belong here at all 

If I could build a time machine, with copper gauges gleaming clean 

I'd throw the switch and take my curtain call 

  

Chorus: 

And why wasn't I born 150 years ago, why wasn't I born back then 

If I could keep things in my head that I know now not then instead 

Why can't I live back then 

      

With all my knowledge I'd be king, the money in my life I'd bring 

The most famous man in all of history 

I'd cure all ills with magic pills, I'd pave the road with dollar bills 

Amaze the world with my great legacy 

   

And in the sky my planes would fly, and on the seas my ships 

Electric lights in broad daylight at the touch of fingertips 

We'd reach the stars and live on Mars, and ban all censorship 

You'll all bow down and worship me benevolent leadership 

 

Mr Moonlight ( Richard Ryall) 

Mr Moonlight is my chemical man,  

Gives me lots of things that I don't understand 

Makes me happy helps me turn off the pain 

Mr Moonlight has no need to explain 

 

Mr Moonlight friends with all of London's society 

Pills and potions inside his black bag untold variety 

For you  for me 

 

He is well dressed he has impeccable taste 

He's someone that the coppers would never give chase 

His visits welcomed by the ladies of the house 

He's got some brand new powder for their lovers and their spouse 

 

If you're down and you're feeling troubled 

Why don't you let him make a call 

A Green Fairy he can always give you 

A Vin Mariani the best of them all 

 

Mr Moonlight is my chemical man,  

Gives me lots of things that I don't understand 

Makes me happy helps me turn off the pain 

Mr Moonlight has no need to explain

 

 

Puppets  ( Richard Ryall) 

I look into those eyes when blinking,  I can tell those thoughts you're thinking 

Mesmer got it right believing,  deep inside your soul I'm stealing 

Listen to me listen closely,  operate you quite remotely 

Hear the gasps of loud amazement,  you will be their entertainment 

 

I can make you dance and sing,  somersault do anything 

Be my puppet with no string,  you're tired so tired 

 

On the stage you're my creation,  feel the audience adoration 

How is it done you're unaware,  feel my power in the air 

Ladies swoon and gentlemen clap,  the Duke of Windsor tips his hat 

You've never seen a show like mine,  you swear to god I am divine 

 

I can make you dance and sing,  somersault do anything 

Be my puppet with no string,  you're tired so tired 

 

I'm a stranger in your town,  the talk of me just won't die down 

The streets I walk they're not the same,  a ghost of me,  is what remains 

Another place another theatre,  open minds to see much clearer 

Look inside the gentry,  take the money be complimentary 

Slowly change the world I see it,  like their style but don't believe it 

Give me spotlights every time,  for this is the world and it is mine

 

My Old Man (Richard Ryall) 

Those were the days, there was madness in his helicon ways 

His father told him that it was here that he stays 

But there has to be more to this life 

Opens his book, page twenty and he has a good look 

Full of ideas and some that he took 

There were opportunities to breathe 

 

My old man, travelled round the world in Nemo's caravan 

My old man and I love him, yes I love him 

 

Sure there were wars, but everyone of them was for a good cause 

He tried so hard to never break any laws 

And deep inside himself he knew that he was right 

Broke many hearts, the ladies loved him but soon he departs 

In the next town where it all would restart 

The same circle goes round round round round 

 

My old man, travelled round the world in Nemo's caravan 

My old man and I love him, yes I love him 

My old man, travelled round the world in Nemo's caravan 

My old man and I love him, yes I love him 

My old man, travelled round the world in Nemo's caravan 

My old man and I love him, yes I love him

 

Metal Men (Richard Ryall) 

Those metal men, they're coming after me 

There's nothing in those metal eyes that I can see 

No-one knows exactly where they're from 

But I just want them gone 

They flew the seven skies, they came across the sands 

From Centralised Australia, to the Great Artesian lands 

 

Those metal men they're going after you 

Cold of skin, extended limbs and marching true 

Now they're on the edge of Sydney Town 

Our flintlocks they are useless they won't slow down 

Pray to all your saints and to any God you know 

Head straight to the harbour its the safest place to go 

 

We've been forced back to Botany Bay 

Those metal men keep coming our way 

When the night comes down we can hear their sound 

Of steelwork, clockwork, engines pound 

And then the soldiers shouted at me 

We must board the ships and set to sea 

For metal will rust so they can't follow us 

We head to New Zealand to be safe at last 

 

We metal men can claim of course the land Australia we took by force 

And now this country it is our reward it shall be something to see 

We vision great buildings monuments galore 

Great metal cities an end to the war 

If humans return we shall lock the front door of that we can all guarantee 

 

Those metal men, they're coming after me 

There's nothing in those metal eyes that I can see 

No-one knows exactly where they're from 

But I just want them gone  but I just want them gone 

Gone gone gone gone   gone  gone gone gone    

Gone gone gone gone         

Cutpurse (Richard Ryall) 

I walk the street people that I meet 

I always tip me hat to the strangers that I seek 

My face is bland they cannot understand 

I've no distinguished features I am just another man 

It makes me job so easy these skills that I have got 

I reach into their pockets and I'll take the bleedin lot 

The treasure that I find keeps me living for a time 

Puts food upon me table now is that a bloody crime 

 

Shame about my kleptomania thankyou dear old Queen Victoria 

You made this city so appatizing don't you stand there cry y y ing 

Ha ha ha Woah woah woah 

I love the feel of money so I'll always have a go 

Ha ha ha Woah woah woah 

I love the feel of money so I'll always have a go 

 

A ladys purse is very sweet 

I open up the clasp and my work it is complete 

The rich are rich the poor they're poor 

Don't tell me bout the classes cos I've heard it all before 

When I ply me trade I love the seranade 

Of dodging all the coppers while I dance upon the stage 

I'm nimble and I'm quick I'm built just like a stick 

They can try their damdnest hardest but I won't live in the nick 

 

Shame about my kleptomania thankyou dear old Queen Victoria 

You made this city so appatizing don't you stand there cry y y ing 

Ha ha ha Woah woah woah 

I love the feel of money so I'll always have a go 

Ha ha ha Woah woah woah 

I love the feel of money so I'll always have a go 

Cutpurse cutpurse I hear them crying 

Shut your mouth son or you'll be dying 

Don't be brave and try to stop me 

This is my living in all its glory   

 

 

Gentleman Jones The Barber  (Richard Ryall) 

Gentleman Jones he likes to wake up early 

Gentleman Jones he gets his razors ready 

Gentleman Jones he knows his hands are steady he's alright 

Gentleman Jones his shop door bell is ringing 

Gentleman Jones his tenor voice starts singing 

Gentleman Jones his comb and scissors gleaming he's alright 

 

Gentleman Jones eternal optimistic, 

Goes of to work his lovely wife he kisses 

Sweat he don't shirk, a day he never misses, oh oh 

the glass is half full, thats how he always sees it, 

he cuts peoples hair, his smile it never ceases 

meticulous care, the customers he pleases, he's alright 

 

Gentleman Jones they say he has a secret 

Gentleman Jones deep inside he keeps it 

Gentleman Jones he has a lust he feeds it, he's alright 

 

Gentleman Jones eternal optimistic, 

goes of to work his lovely wife he kisses 

Sweat he don't shirk, a day he never misses, oh oh 

the glass is half full, thats how he always sees it, 

he cuts peoples hair, his smile it never ceases 

meticulous care, the customers he pleases, he's alright 

 

And in those darkened nights, 

When the shop is closed he dimly turns the lights 

When the world is oh so quiet 

Stories are told but the people they don't buy it, he's alright 

Gentleman Jones Gentleman Jones Gentleman Jones Gentleman Jones

 

 

The First Female Airship Gunner (Richard Ryall) 

She was the first to enlist of course 

She stood at the front of the queue 

Cut her hair short she was self taught 

She’s a girl who has something to prove 

        

They gave her a uniform it didn’t quite fit 

Way to much space in the pant 

Reasons were told it made her feel cold 

Navy gunner was her circumstance 

  

She’s the first female airship gunner 

In a job full of angry young men 

When the ship left the ground thats when she found 

That she’d never be a woman again 

  

Her and her crew were sent to the war 

Took a picture before they had left 

They stood proud and tall one one and all 

Thats her in the gunners blue vest 

         

In an armada made up of twenty nine craft 

Off to battle they flew 

In the belly of a giant her guns were defiant 

She knew what her job had to do 

She counted the hours till the fight was engaged 

Saw the first ships burst into flame 

Scared as she was her heart beat with force 

But her mind wouldn’t ever remain 

Soon the smoke cleared but no-one could say 

If victory was made on which side 

Some airships came home and the crew were alone 

But something was missing inside

 

 

Aftermath (Richard Ryall) 

In the morning in a stolen ship she comes flying through the clouds 

Steam Powered Island down below bereft of any crowd 

There's been fighting she could see and she sets her airship down 

Smouldering fires whisps of smoke destruction all around 

 

There in the distance is an open door Professor Worth is standing tall 

His clothes were ragged and his skin was bruised 

on the ground was a robot and the oil it oozed 

He cried for help and she ran his way 

She'd seen a lot of sadness from her battle days 

He spoke of Pirates and of the fight 

Evie knew that she was needed and would do whats right 

  

Evie saw sweet Angeline she was missing vital parts 

In her airship they could search for the cogs to fix her heart 

So they set off in the sky leaving Ronnoc to guard behind 

Let the ballast free the ship went north to the Isle of Wynd

 

 

Journey To Wynde (Richard Ryall) 

Lets point our ship and face it to the north 

The gauges set and marked we won't lose course 

For our journey to the Wynde seems far away 

with prevailing winds we'll get there in half a day 

With precision touch our captain flies 

To help our course before our shipmate dies 

No rain and storm can slow us we won't take no surprise 

Till our destination has been realised 

 

We're on a journey a journey to Wynde        X  4 

 

Angeline is looking rather low 

Her cogs and springs are turning very slow 

The seagulls indicate we're not to far 

We cut through clouds and wind just like a scar 

And she has seen much better times 

She sang me songs with the sweetest of rhymes 

We loved and danced and drank fine wines 

I miss those special times 

We're on a journey a journey to Wynde        X  4

 

 

RT 64 (Richard Ryall) 

Living in a castle on the Isles of Wynde sending out ships to do her crimes 

For her these are the best of times this is the life she leads 

Wealth and treasure is her cause taken from some foreign shores 

Pirates flag and pirates wars this is the life she needs 

 

RT 64 the skies never seen such a pirate queen 

She's killed many men ten score 

RT 64 her mechanical heart sets her apart 

She's someone you can't ignore, can't ignore 

 

Her empire is so vast and wide her airships constant by her side 

If she hunts you down you cannot hide this is the life she leads 

In her captains chair she crushes those stand with her and fight her foes 

She can't be beat I don't suppose this is the life she needs 

 

RT 64 the skies never seen such a pirate queen 

She's killed many men ten score 

RT 64 her mechanical heart sets her apart 

She's someone you can't ignore, can't ignore 

 

Load up your air machine 

Heat the coal and make some steam 

Prime the cannons and beware 

Let us see whats out there 

 

RT 64 the skies never seen such a pirate queen 

She's killed many men ten score 

RT 64 her mechanical heart sets her apart 

She's someone you can't ignore, can't ignore

 

 

Its Stanley I Presume  (Richard Ryall) 

And its Stanley I presume 

He’s a traveller in time he’s not like me and you 

When he wakes the day can be momentus but he’s got no control 

Don’t know how the dice will roll 

And everything is new 

The past and the future they blur into his view                                                     

Has no friends, wonders where the journey ends 

The things he’s seen he questions his own sanity 

Ever since when he had made his machine 

This universe appeared to him 

Travelled time like he was on a train 

Just a natures strange pilgrim  

And time became his playground 

There was nothing he could not see 

Past and future they had bonded 

In his own chronology 

   

And its Stanley I presume 

He’s a traveller in time he’s not like me and you 

When he wakes the day can be momentus but he’s got no control 

Don’t know how the dice will roll 

And everything is new 

The past and the future they blur into his view 

Has no friends, wonders where the journey ends 

The things he’s seen he questions his own sanity 

Airships Starships he has seen them all 

The rise of clockwork and of steam 

Civilisations they always fall 

No matter how big they make the machines 

He can’t be involved though 

He can only view 

Reduced to just a watcher 

Watching me and you

 

 

New Boots And Blood (Richard Ryall) 

They pointed to the ground and they told me I should dig 

Till I could not dig no more 

They said this is your new home son 

Better make it last for all the war 

And this is where I lived through all the mud and filth 

Do they know I still exist 

I've not heard from anyone maybe I've been missed 

And then the flares are fired in the air a red light shines around 

A whistle blows in the distant holes and my head is filled with sound 

 

They gave me new boots and blood 

Thats what a soldier needs to fight for his country 

New boots and blood 

Running on the battlefield thinking of my family 

 

When I ran a hundred feet they said it was complete 

So I had to dig some more 

I heard the same old story told how I should learn to love the war 

My rifles not been fired since I came into this land 

All my bullets are still quite clean 

I've not seen any human being 

Which makes my effort more obscene 

And if there's anyone out there I want to know your name 

And is your job just like mine and do we dig the holes the same 

 

They gave me new boots and blood 

Thats what a soldier needs to fight for his country 

New boots and blood 

Running on the battlefield thinking of my family

 

 

Rool Britannia ( Chap Hop) (Richard Ryall) 

Lets all go down to the night of the proms/ we'll drink an ale and sing our song 

O'Shaunessys ode is a gallant story/ we'll fashion us an empires glory 

Never never never we hear you yell/ its 12 0'clock on the old ships bell 

Victorian times it was the thing/ to stand and shout God Save The Queen 

 

Rool  Britannia 

Britain rools it rools the waves, Britain rools it rools OK 

Rool  Britannia 

There she stands with sword and shield  there she stands she will not yield 

Rooool     Britannia 

 

English classes and English knobs/ none of them have got real jobs 

Whatever happened to this deep green land/ the common good and the common man 

When wars are fought and wars are won/ we become the countries favourites son 

Lets stand together let us unite/ for England rools and it rools alright 

 

I say anyone for tiffen? For sure old chap 

Cucumber sandwiches? Oh rather 

Who'll make the tea? Oh I can old bean 

Well can I be mother Certainly old chap 

 

Land of hope and glory mother of the sea 

Land of hope and glory mother of the sea  

There'll always be an England and England shall be free 

There'll always be an England lads and England shall be free 

 

We did bad things you should complain atrocities in the English name 

But us peasant folk we copped it to they trod us down with their leather shoe 

But rise up rise up stop the hate lets all get off this dirty plate 

Its not to hard if we stand together its raining now good English weather

 

 

Volle Kraft Voraus  (Richard Ryall) 

A Steamship no more finer than she, was Germanys treasure and its nominee 

I know,  I know 

Could she steam around the world, win the race for all her countries soul 

I know,  I know 

The flag was dropped and off to sea, was the SS Empire Energy 

I know,  I know 

Four strong boilers with many hands, powerful props and two Brass bands 

I know,  I know 

 

Volle Kraft Vorhaus 

Thats what the Captain said 

Volle Kraft Vorhaus 

Full steam, full steam ahead. 

Full steam, full steam ahead. 

  

Mid Atlantic the French turned around, frightened that they would all drown 

I know,  I know 

The Russians too they fared worse affected by Bermudas curse 

I know,  I know 

        

Volle Kraft Vorhaus 

Thats what the Captain said 

Volle Kraft Vorhaus 

Full steam, full steam ahead. 

Full steam, full steam ahead. 

 

When the hurricane formed not one brave crew member was warned 

One hour later they were gone gone gone but their ghost ship it still goes on 

In the middle of the night you can hear the Captains cry 

We will win this race or die die die for we are Germans and must try 

 

Volle Kraft Vorhaus 

Thats what the Captain said 

Volle Kraft Vorhaus 

Full steam, full steam ahead. 

Full steam, full steam ahead.

The Grand Guignol Hotel (Richard Ryall) 

The strangest place I’ve ever seen is an old hotel 

Rustic brown on the edge of town its well worn down 

There’s only ever movement at night 

And it shines with an Infrared light 

And things walk like a spider might, so secretly 

I went there once and sat in silence near the foyer door 

Windows dark boarded up I’d never noticed before 

I heard something walking along 

Dragging its leg it was wrong 

Gears falling one by one, it looked so wrong 

 

There’s a place for you tomorrow 

When your gears have all run smooth 

Automatons go hide their sorrow 

At the Grand Guignol Hotel  at the Grand Guignol Hotel 

 

Every night I’d sit and watch as they’d go in 

End of time when they’d run down death could begin 

I found looking at them was hard 

As they entered the dying graveyard 

Broken down and practically scarred, is this their reward 

 

There’s a place for you tomorrow 

When your gears have all run smooth 

Automatons go hide their sorrow 

At the Grand Guignol Hotel  at the Grand Guignol Hotel 

 

There was nothing that I could do 

They marched one by one and two by two 

They were old in disrepair 

Inside I hoped nirvana was waiting there 

There’s a place for you tomorrow 

When your gears have all run smooth 

Automatons go hide their sorrow 

At the Grand Guignol Hotel    X   3

 

We Launched Our Rocket  (Richard Ryall ) 

When the bastards laughed at us and called us stupid 

When they said that we would die in the attempt 

We forced our anger into something 

Something that would show them our contempt 

We said that we would land upon the moon 

Our rocket ship would leave that afternoon 

The Tesla coils were charged and full ignited 

The gravity of earth is what we fighted 

 

We launched our rocket woah we launched our rocket 

With smoke and steam we travelled through the sky 

The roar enormous woah the roar enormous 

With rivits lost we said our last goodbye. 

 

When we reached orbit and levelled off 

Folks down below, we felt cutoff 

Out of the windows we view Earths shiny sea 

We settled down and had a cup of tea. 

Congratulations was passed round the ship 

How good are we I heard the Captain quip 

We now are famous how could we be forgot 

In our grand spaceship the Titanic dreadnought 

We made good headway the moon was just ahead 

Make plans for landing thats what the Captain said 

We are the first men to leave our world 

Think of the stories that will be told 

  

Then all at once.....the gauges said 

There could be something...not far ahead 

We couldn’t see....how could we know 

What a rock the size of us it could bestow 

In a blind panic we turned the ship to fast 

And our engine full of steam let out a gasp 

Our flywheel cog the teeth were fully stripped 

That was the end of our Titanic ship

 

 

Gaslight Man  (Richard Ryall) 

Gaslight man he walks around the streets 

Lighting for the people on his London beat 

Ah Gaslight man on the cobblestones he walks 

But no-one ever sees him and no-one talks 

Even when its raining he doesn’t miss a street 

For he lights above the lovers on their lovers seat 

Gaslight man sees things he should not see 

For he comes across so quiet and lonely 

Gaslight man, gaslight man, gaslight man, gaslight man 

 

Gaslight man his life spent in the dark 

Doing job and duty in Regents park 

Gaslight man, with the pittance that he gets 

Tries to save a penny to pay his debts 

In the morning, he goes to get some food 

He pulls out half a shilling things are looking good 

The chimney sweeps they wave to him as they go off to work 

A doff of the cap to say hello and a little friendly smirk 

Gaslight man, gaslight man, gaslight man, gaslight man 

 

Then one night in an alleyway when he brought out his light 

The old brick walls reflected the eerie sight 

For not three yards away from him he saw her lying there 

Clothes askew and motionless and messed up hair 

Alas for him he didn’t see a shadow just behind 

And his life he had a second ago declined 

Eventually the coppers came but did not get involved 

They put his life in a cardboard box unsolved 

Gaslight man, gaslight man, gaslight man, gaslight man 

Gaslight man, gaslight man, gaslight man,

 

 

The Silver Occulus (Richard Ryall) 

Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you glad tidings 

For an invention I hold in my hands 

It will change your perception and change your direction 

And help you in all things thats grand 

Sir please come forward for you could be the first 

To amaze in this occulus I wish you to gaze 

Can you see your future see all thats before you 

I swear that you’ll walk away changed 

 

The great silver occulus, fantastical occulus, its made for people like you 

The great silver occulus magnificent occulus 

Your future it helps you to view, helps you to view 

 

Madam are you single look deep and you’ll find 

A mans visage for he thinks that loves blind 

A name shall appear and you’ll see it quite clear 

That your futures quite rosy from here 

 

The great silver occulus, fantastical occulus, its made for people like you 

The great silver occulus splendifico occulus 

Your future it helps you to view, helps you to view 

 

But none of them knows that this occulus grows 

And it gathers all their happiness for me 

For inside the silver box with its springs, wires and cogs 

I shall steal all their lives.......just wait and see 

The great silver occulus, fantastical occulus, its made for people like you 

The great silver occulus splendifico occulus 

Your future it helps you to view, helps you to view

 

 

Harbottle Grimstone (Richard Ryall) 

When you coming back home for tea, you’re missed a lot by your family 

The life you lead is so bizarre, exploring deepest Africa 

The Royal Academy, said you filed for bankcruptcy 

With no money for you to explore, what on Earth are you waiting for 

But we wait, and we wait, and we live with your mistake 

And we listen, for any word, just one word 

 

Harbottle Grimstone, a man of courage and destiny 

Explorerer all, over six feet tall, a giant amongst you and me 

Harbottle Grimstone, he needs to find the key 

Where did we come from, was it automaton 

Did they make us first, or was it reversed 

 

Are they still alive or died inside their homes 

Its been ten years since we’ve heard from you 

Did the jungle get you or did you carry through 

We’ve had no word we’ve had no sign 

All you’ve left us is endless time 

But we wait, and we wait, and we live with your mistake 

And we listen, for any word, just one word

 

 

When I was Your Boy (Richard Ryall) 

When I was your boy, I could have been anything 

You gave me all my thoughts and dreams 

You made me feel safe 

When I was your boy, I started off innocent 

You made me magnificent 

Can’t thank you enough 

When I was your boy, you showed me what love could mean 

You read it from your magazine 

You taught me so much 

When I was your boy 

When I was your boy 

You gave me strong arms and legs 

You gave me such a pretty head 

When I was your boy 

When I was your Android, Android, Android, Android

 

 

When We Dream Of Steam (Richard Ryall) 

When we dream of steam, when we dream of steam 

We will enter a golden age, power to command at every stage 

Miracles will leave the magic cage, when we dream of steam 

 

When we dream of steam, they’ll be wonders that we’ve never seen 

We won’t recognise this place, chance will come to the human race 

Man can fly to Outer Space, when we dream of steam 

 

When we dream of steam, our lives will shine and gleam 

Children abound without a frown, smiles on faces all around 

Wealth will come from out the ground, when we dream of steam 

 

When we dream of steam, science will be king 

Flying machines and submarines, robots that sing and talking machines 

Science improves all of Natures things, when we dream of steam 

 

When we dream of steam, our world can be anything 

Riches will be ours as poverty sours, the streets will be gold but not our souls 

They’ll be miles and miles of seas, of factories 

And the stars will shine brighter than they’ve ever been 

When we dream of steam, when we dream of steam, when we dream of steam.

 

 

Ronnoc (10 Thousand Feet Below) Richard Ryall 

In the darkest depths of the greatest sea 

Centuries old or so its been told Ronnoc he sleeps so easy 

No-one ever knows what he does with the lives that he’s taken from 

this world and drowned them 

All the sailors know if he wants your soul there’s nothing you can do to stop him 

 

And he sleeps, and he waits, for men will make mistakes, 

and he opens up his eyes 

10 thousand feet below, 10 thousand feet below, 

10 thousand feet below, 10 thousand feet below, 

10 thousand feet below, 10 thousand feet below, 

10 thousand feet below, 10 thousand feet below, 

 

Hunger is coming its angry for a battle on the sea and it wakes him 

Ronnoc extends his eight big arms and the water around him is boiling 

As he slowly sees the surface the light irritates his eyes 

And the creatures above him stop fighting for they know what this sight implies 

 

And he sleeps, and he waits, 

for men will make mistakes, 

and he opens up his eyes 

10 thousand feet below, 10 thousand feet below, 

10 thousand feet below, 10 thousand feet below, 

10 thousand feet below, 10 thousand feet below, 

10 thousand feet below, 10 thousand feet below,

 

 

Have You Ever Been To War (Richard Ryall) 

Have you ever been to war,  have you ever been to war 

There’s really not much living and certainly no forgiving 

Have you ever been to war 

 

Around this island once was laughter, around this island once was love 

Now the pirates have been beaten and Ronnoc’s full from eating 

Have you ever been to war 

 

Have you sailed the sea in a storm, have you sailed the sea in a storm 

No matter what they tell you no calm will ever meet you 

The cold can never make you warm

 

 

The Watchmaker (Richard Ryall) 

In a barely lit workshop on Candle Lane 

Worked a craftsman without constrain 

For watches were built for the Gentlemans game 

Mathew works alone by the windowpane 

Oooh         X     3 

 

The owner said to him when he retires 

That Mathew would inherit all that he desires 

That the shop would be his and his alone 

But years have gone by and its taking to long 

Oooh         X     3 

 

Then one night it happened he had an idea 

The only way he knew of to make his career 

He built a perfect watch with gears made of gold 

And took it to the owner who said it can’t be sold 

Oooh         X     3 

 

The owner scoffed at Mathew and shamed him on the spot 

Extravagance is not a virtue or had he forgot 

For gold is way to soft and it cannot keep the time 

Thats when Mathew first thought of the crime 

Oooh         X     3 

 

His head started spinning 

Nightime was bad dreams 

He couldn’t stop thinking of foolish extremes 

Its been 4 months since that day and Mathew owns it now 

The owner up and died and nobody knows how 

There could have been an inkling a twinkling in his eye 

But Mathew is the only one, who knows why 

Oooh         X     4

 

 

Say Goodbye To Steampunk (I Don’t Think So!) (Richard Ryall) 

We live a generation when things were pure 

When all the men and ladies dressed in fine couture 

We entertained each other with music of our choice 

We praised the word of Steampunk and we praised it with our voice 

When times were tough well we held fast, our promise we kept true 

By train and sky through wet and dry to bring our message to you 

 

Just say goodbye to rock n roll 

Just say goodbye to disco 

Just say goodbye your to dub and soul 

But say goodbye to Steampunk,I don’t think so 

Woah, I don’t think so, Woah, I don’t think so, 

 

Our science may confuse you but if you just pay attention 

Victorian garb is our calling card steam powers our best intention 

And we can fly in the clear blue sky the airships safe and calm 

We can travel far on the great Victoire if we grease the captains palm 

Lets start a small and peaceful revolution we’ll fly the flag of steam 

And if you follow your lives will be fulfilled, and you can live our dream 

Goodbye,    goodbye,   goodbye,    goodbye    X 2

 

The Great Ships Boilers  (Richard Ryall) 

I work the great ships boilers, its very hard you see 

With a shovel on me back and me own steam pack 

Its where I want to be 

I work on the great ships boilers, we’re called the 33 

For we all take turn to watch coal burn 

And the wind becomes becomes our sea 

 

And the Captain of this airship, he’s as fine as any can be 

He treats us well and as far as I can tell 

While we fly the Galallee 

He looks down there upon the ground, and navigates the hill 

And we can outrun any Naval gun, who tries to make a kill 

 

When we have finished plundering, the Empires pitiful ships 

The Captain turns us round for home, and we make speed for it 

And us boiler men we shovel hard, and burn the dirty coal 

For we know when we come to land, the Captain will give us what we stole 

 

When I’m finally at home and I get to see my son 

And he whispers in my ear 

That when he grows up, he wants to be a boiler man 

Oh a boiler man Ooh Ooh a Boiler man 

 

I work the great ships boilers, its very hard you see 

With a shovel on me back and me own steam pack 

Its where I want to be 

I work on the great ships boilers, we’re called the 33 

For we all take turn to watch coal burn 

And the wind becomes becomes our sea 

I work the great ships boilers, its very hard you see 

With a shovel on me back and me own steam pack 

Its where I want to be

 

 

Made Of Nothing But Dreams ( Richard Ryall) 

People define us and history defies us its true its a road that you take 

You  look on in anguish around you are vanquished deep down you know your 

Heart breaks 

Almost importantly things are a mystery so it is written its said  ooooh 

Sometimes you’re ragged and others you handle it so it is written its said 

You got out of your bed 

 

I could enter your world but remember you’re told nothing can be what it seems 

Plenty of lovers have been in your covers your the maid of nothing but dreams 

Don’t be despairing you’ve never stop caring you treat them all equally well 

Go to their arms and you’ll touch their sweet charms make pleasure to this body 

you sell 

 

Its been such a long time you’ve shared all your lifetime with strangers and fellows 

And boys 

Some are remembered and some are dismembered and some are only useful as toys 

Some have a ring to see some cause you misery some make their jealousy sing 

Ooooh 

And over the years you have battled their tears each have a memory to bring 

oooooh 

You’re the maid   You’re the maid   You’re the maid 

Of nothing but dreams       X 3

 

 

The Great Idea (Richard Ryall) 

Wandering about his beach, with the thoughts inside his head 

The metal shoreline’s covered with flotsam from what’s ahead 

A brief inspection taken but his eyes make a second look 

Washed up on the bow is a leathered battered book 

And he picks it from the sea 

And he opens the pages tenderly 

Inside there’s a story he’s never read before 

About a man and a monster and their personal war 

Then the light goes on inside him his answers are in this book 

And he hurried back to his lab for a proper look 

Each page is carefully noted he has the great idea 

For to build the perfect monster with clockwork gears 

 

He works so feverishly he has all the parts he needs 

His plans and blueprints drawn he’s sure he can succeed 

He works all day and night lost all sense of time 

No more lonely days he can kiss them all goodbye 

Professor Harry Worth 

Greatest inventor ever on Earth 

If anyone could do it, it was he 

But failure after failure couldn’t find the key 

He was personally exhausted but he had that great idea 

The end was getting closer that became quite clear 

The mechanics came too easily but the life spark wouldn’t show 

He needed something special to make it grow 

Oh no 

He’d work all day and he’d work all night 

He’d work all day and he’d work all night 

Oh no

 

Clockwork Girl (Richard Ryall) 

I can remember your face on the pillow last night 

I remember your brass shone bright reflecting the pale moonlight 

And I looked in your eyes and I knew they weren’t real 

But it didn’t change the way that I feel I crafted them with skill 

And your clockwork heart, couldn’t come apart, couldn’t ever start 

 

But its love X 3       

 

I thought that I could build you and make you come true 

As a watchmaker its something I knew but soon the plans I outgrew 

Night after night when I added your coils and your springs 

I waited for love in the wings to see what tomorrow would bring 

As I worked away, in the cold of day, humankind I betray 

 

But its love  X 3     

 

But I couldn’t forgive, when I failed to make you live 

There could be no more what if, I’ve let us down 

More parts I need, if I want to succeed, 

And if I have to bleed, to make you come around 

To make you come around, to make you come around.

 

 

Professor Harry Worth ( Richard Ryall)  

Professsor Worth he works all night the only light is a dim gaslight 

He’s changed his plans so many times cogs and gears are all cleaned of grime 

Checks the springs and adjusts the piston rings 

Winds her heart from the start attches the very last part and the wiring 

 

Harry Worth he’s gone and done gone and built an automaton 

And he’s called her Angeline she is the clockwork of his dreams 

And through all his previous tries he’s made a girl with sparkling eyes 

But she’s silent as the night and he can never ever make it right 

 

And he is tired so very tired this is the fourth time he has tried 

He rests his head upon his bench and dreams the dreams of a man content 

When he wakes he checks the plans for any mistakes 

But it all seems so fine he’s gonna wind her up this time this time 

 

Harry Worth he’s gone and done gone and built an automaton 

And he’s called her Angeline she is the clockwork of his dreams 

And through all his previous tries he’s made a girl with sparkling eyes 

But she’s silent as the night and he can never ever make it right 

 

When her eyes were finally opened and she turned her head to view 

Deep inside he could see nothing 

But his clockwork girl she has come true so now its up to you 

Harry Worth he’s gone and done gone and built an automaton 

And he’s called her Angeline she is the clockwork of his dreams 

And through all his previous tries he’s made a girl with sparkling eyes 

But she’s silent as the night and he can never ever make it right

 

 

Miss Angeline (copyright Richard Ryall) 

Miss Angeline, you drive me crazy 

Oh Miss Angeline, I don’t mean maybe 

Oh Miss Angeline, won’t you be my baby 

Come and walk with me 

 

I’ll take you where the sun always shines 

And where the rain won’t  fall 

I‘ll treat you as my steampunk girl 

And I’ll be your Parsaval 

 

You’ll have no worries, well I’ll see to that 

Our life will be a dance 

I’ll take you flying I’ll take you up high 

In an airship full of chance 

 

And if our times get hard my dear 

I’ll never let you go 

And if you think that I don’t love you 

I’ll let you know

 

Sky Pirates (Richard Ryall) 

Travelling across this world, plundering on our lips 

We’re seeking wealth and fortune and any lonely ships 

The crew are steadfast tough and true there isn’t any doubt 

That when there’s fighting needed we can let the tigers out 

There’s Gold, there’s jewels we can taste them in the air 

You can hide them if you like but we can always find them there 

There’s drinking, there’s singing sometimes a little love 

There’s nothing in this great big world that we’re unworthy of 

 

We’re just the sky pirates sky pirates looking for war 

We’re just the sky pirates sky pirates looking for war 

We’re just the sky pirates sky pirates looking for war 

And none of us are bad men we’re just the diplomatic corps 

 

Don’t ever think of crossing us we know how that would end 

You shouldn’t end up thinking you can ever be a friend 

There’s no-one in this continent more powerful than us 

You have to take my word on it you have to take my trust 

Searching, searching our navigator knows 

There’s tingling on his neck hairs and dancing twixt his toes 

Out there, out there we steer ourselves far north 

Every single lookout is scanning back and forth 

 

We’re just the sky pirates sky pirates looking for war 

We’re just the sky pirates sky pirates looking for war 

We’re just the sky pirates sky pirates looking for war 

And none of us are bad men we’re just the diplomatic corps 

 

In the clouds its oh so quiet our engines the only noise 

And if you hear our airship, your home we will destroy 

And we are never mean and cruel our best we always try 

Nah don’t ever listen to me for I always tell a lie 

We’re just the sky pirates sky pirates looking for war 

We’re just the sky pirates sky pirates looking for war 

We’re just the sky pirates sky pirates looking for war 

And none of us are bad men we’re just the diplomatic corps   X3 

 

 

Circus Of Lost Souls  (Richard Ryall) 

Circus of lost souls, where people go, and freaks enrol 

Circus of lost souls, where your heart is saved, bad deeds forgave 

All are welcomed in, free from all sin, in here to begin 

Time goes slow, this is where you have to go, so stay 

 

Here we are in space, in no mans land, no mans land 

Sit down and take tea, we’ll talk about, how peaceful things could be 

In love, you’ll find it here inside, welcome home 

 

Under the pale gaslight, where insects fight, and die tonight 

Stories become whole, circus of lost souls, nice to see you home 

We missed you well, there are things you need to tell, inside.