Wheel In Motion – 27th June 1987

This fire’s burning – crazy inside me
Flames licking my very souls
Since I started running from it
Just can’t seem to keep control

Forever, ever spinning round and round
Can’t get my feet to touch the ground
Just waiting for a positive notion
To stop this wheel in motion

This cruel and heartless life I lead
Is shaking me in my boots
No possession and always temptation
Dividing my from my roots

A fall from grace, a raging wind
Blowing my curtains wide open
Look through the window of my mind
Take a ride, why don’t you come inside?

Wheel spinning forever and on again
Endless path of endless lies and no open gates
Can’t stand still for the reaper’s fear
I know for me that heaven waits

Funky Things – 6th June 1987

I sit at home and watch TV
I try and count to three
I read a book yesterday
I fell asleep halfway

Try and think of things to do
Try and think of things to be
The doctor says to eat an apple
And I just watch TV

I like to count telephone rings
Sometimes I don’t like anything
I eat lots of strawberry ice cream
Something is not what it seems (but I forget)

I count the lampposts in my street
Ten funky things on my feet
I watch sand drying on the beach
I ate something which just didn’t agree