The princess lost one slipper in the garden,
wept bitterly and hobbled to the queen
who summoned all the servants in the palace,
they searched in vain, the slipper wasn’t seen.

The years went by, the princess was the queen now,
a golden box stood always at her side;
it held one lonely faded smallish slipper,
protected by two armed guards day and night.

A golden light shines down
on everything’s that gone
and everything that’s lost
will linger on and on.
The attic in your head,
mem’ries sweet and sad,
yet always on the verge of shout:
how can we live without.

In every woman there’s a little princess,
that one lost slipper always on her mind,
and that is why they’re searching all the shoe shops
for that one shoe they’ll never gonna find.

Wellies tread dirt, the farmyard’s a muddy mess,
fluid in the drizzling rain.
Faces like stone, eyes that don’t want to look,
calloused hands that hold a prodding cane.

They are led out in single file to a paddock that’s brightly lit
and rubber-aproned men await them there;
the scent of death and dying stops them in their tracks,
the burly drovers beat them on and swear.

The pyres are ignited,
the flames are burning high,
no god would want this sacrifice:
A silent cry.
Black legs against the sky.

They come to a trembling standstill in front of the butcher’s chest
who puts a steely rod between their eyes.
It’s over in a second as the crude bolt splits their brains
and in the mud a shuddering carcass lies.

The forklift truck is ready to take them to a field;
they stack them side-by-side feet in the air.
As if comfort lay in neatness or to ward of despair
the rows of cattle wait for the final flare.

Tighten your belts and get in shape.
A slim and efficient well-oiled machine
will run on smooth and will never stop,
deliver its goods, a shareholders dream.

The Dow Jones has been rising since last winter,
the Dollar’s holding strong against the Yen.
And still no sign of any decline,
the stock market’s health increases our wealth,
may the Asians be doomed we can keep our boom.

Oh, sweet economy,
nothing is for free
and so I sing again:
Oh, sweet economy,
let me pray to thee
my hallelujah.

(You may) call it greed; you may call us ruthless raiders,
if it wasn’t us who’d keep the markets clean?
And their rise and fall decides it all,
if the bear rocks our boat we must keep afloat,
the age old song: You survive if you are strong.

Up and down like waves that cross the ocean
the markets move and we float with the tide,
on our side, enjoy the ride,
money makes high and we know why
and always make sure, it’s the others who’re poor.

That day she decided to leave him
and not to give in any more
and this time it would be forever
she thought as she stood by the door,
she smiled as she stood by the door.

Any night ends in the morning
then there’s hope to fight the fears,
as she greets her new life dawning
still it seems so hard to keep away the tears.

Long years that they’ve been together,
quiet nights in each other’s arms
have withered like dry leaves in autumn,
love’s gone she’s lost her charms,
love’s dead she’s lost all her charms.

Hi Cherry, remember me,
I was wondering if you were free.
Yes, Martha’s out of town.
Call up all, all your friends
come on girl, spare no expense.
Get booze by the crate
hurry up and don’t be late.

Martha sure’s a darling wife
and yes, we lead a happy life
but deep inside I feel there must be more!
The same procedures every day
she’s rarely in the mood for play;
I wish I’d run wild till my feet get sore.

Women, Rock’n Roll and beer
I’ve got this quiet life up to here.
Can’t always be a saint,
let’s party till the neighbours faint.
Come on in, oh what a sight,
we’re going to have great fun tonight.

Candy, Candy what a shame,
your love life lies all shattered.
Candy, Candy who’s to blame,
when love was all that mattered.

Candy Client, bless her heart,
she never had it easy.
She made a shrink take her apart
but the whole affair turned cheesy.

She fell in love, but what a shame,
the shrink just wouldn’t lay her.
Instead of taking all the blame
she turned it to a paper.

The paper took the female point
and made it pretty juicy.
They turned the shrink into a kind
of sexist rapist loony.

The poor shrink couldn’t stand the strain
and got himself a lawyer
who put his weight in but in vain
the public had caught fire.

The story went from bad to worse,
was taken to a jury,
the man’s name had become a curse
and he hid from all the fury.

And then it went as go it must,
when justice is emerging,
a medic made the case go bust
cause Candy was still virgin!

Not yet deep the shadows of darkness,
wonder why my thoughts run astray?
A glowing sun dives into the coastline
slowly shedding the last light of the day, the day.

In the fading light I realise the year’s already old,
at the grave of the day I hope you will stay
the nights are getting, the nights are getting cold.

The autumn’s come we’re facing a winter
no ill born love will ever survive.
Hold me close I feel a growing coldness,
keep me warm oh keep me alive, alive!

No more running bare feet in the sand,
no more play in the waves, moonlit nights on the shore.
There’ll be stormy nights there’ll be snow on the land
but you and me more and more!

The see sends chills across a near forest
while seagulls gather behind a hut on the beach.
I dig my hands deep into my pockets;
let my mind fly beyond time out of reach, out of reach.