Castle In The Sky – 3rd November 1985

My mind is always saying, I’ve gotta leave this place
Take that alcohol to help me keep the pace
But one day I decided and I just up and went
And forgot about the wasted days I’ve spent

I took a trip, took me far away
Closed my eyes, woke up another day
I took a trip, took me up so high
Took me up to a castle in the sky

The sun came out to shine that day
I rode a rainbow, took me far away
Chase the gold that shone before my eyes
I stretched out to reach that richest prize

I saw the nights in armour as a maiden calls
I just stare in horror as she falls
Now I am returning from the castle in the sky
I sit back and wonder if I’ll die

Thrasher In The Toilet – 25th September 1985

Trash in the pit
Thrasher in the toilet
Trash in the pit
Thrasher in the toilet

One the floor
In the dirt
Feel the pain
Begin to hurt

On the floor
Beer and piss
Violence smells
Just like this

On the floor
Grunt and groan
Boots don’t hear
Agonised moans

Trash in the pit
Tread in the shit
Violence will spoil it
Thrash in the toilet

12th Mar 2025 – Us punks thrashing in the pit was violent but fun and friendly. No one got hurt that much, and there was definitely no malice involved. That seemed to be changing at the bigger venues around this time and inspired this write.

Under The Sun – 1st September 1985

Under the sun, I watch everyone
I see that fun that’s going on
I see the time-wasters hanging on
Waiting for something that just won’t come

Under the sun, I see the young
Waiting for the moon to come
Hoping the sun will just move on
So they can have their fun

Under the sun, in a cloudless sky
The earth is now parched and dry
I take a glance at the passers-by
But he’s got the sun in his eye

Under the sun, I watch the decay
Eating the earth away
Under the sun, I sweat away
Under the sun, another day

Evil Has Been Rid – 18th August 1985

Momma shatters glass with her ferocious voice
Dad went crazy and gave her no choice
He flew off the handle and smacked her in the face
Then she disappeared, vanished with a trace

She left the kids behind to face the fist
Dad had another drink, he was getting pissed
Through alcoholic eyes, he saw all his hate
This was his last chance before it was too late

He’s hurting his kids
Through alcoholic mists
Shows them his love
With his feet and fists

Kids are so scared to tell the truth
They know the problems of their father’s youth
Now he takes it out any way he can
Cos he can still hear the cries of his friends in Vietnam

He burns his children with no feeling of regret
The visions of death in war haven’t left him yet
So he turned to drink to try and ease the pain
But those memories have never left his brain

He’s hurting his kids
Through alcoholic mists
Shows them his love
With his feet and fists

No one can help him, can see past those eyes
He can still hear echoes of dying soldiers cries
No one can help the kids, just another child that dies
They can still hear Momma’s shattering cries

Now the kids are dead
The evil has been rid
They locked their daddy up
For the evil that he did