Sunday, 18 November 2012

Hidden Order

Track 12 from the album Havoc Monk Unseen.

Don't try to plan it
Or it becomes a habit
And before you know it
You're lost inside a hidden order

Forgot to buy your dinner yesterday
Had to phone the restaurant right away
Told them very carefully the things you need
Later on you find they've lost your order
It was a hidden order

But still it's out of order

While you're optimising
Things go astray, it's not your day
And while you're being careful
The psychopaths come out to play
You're a sensitive soul
And they can't be expected to know
About anything in particular
At all

Your brand new telescope
Turned out to be a microscope
And what you thought was a planet
Was actually a weed in your herbaceous border
(herbaceous border)

You came up with a theory yesterday
So you put it into practise right away
But the world has had the gall to disagree with you
And all your life you wish you'd been much bolder
But now you're just much older
And now your flat's just colder

It's just a hidden order

Sunday, 12 August 2012

The Western Tower

Track 11 from the album Havoc Monk Unseen.

It started as a drawing draughted by an architect
Everyone assumed that he knew what he was doing
The structure started rising
They must have had some second thoughts
Is it meant to be that ugly?
Are we meant to feel sick?
Fifteen stories high, a pile of concrete in the sky
People come from miles around just to gaze upon the Western Tower
An architectural crime, it must have made sense at the time
Somebody was very proud when they came up with the Western Tower
A shop that sells chicken (kind of like a KFC)
A miserable reception, a lift that smells of wee
A message placed in Reading
Nobody knows what it means
The windows filled with letters: HAVOC MONK UNSEEN
They want to knock it down, so they can build something worse
They might not have to bother: the vandals got their first
Kicked in all the toilets, lighting fires in a bin
Left behind a shell, demolished from within

Monday, 7 May 2012


Track 10 from the album Havoc Monk Unseen.

What brought you to my door
Where you visiting the flats in numerical order
Did you have much luck before
Do you call it luck or something more religious sounding
You can't leave people alone
Cos your god commands you to spread the good news to your neighbours
As soon as I open the door
I see the watchtower and your desperate smile to hold my attention
Do you think there is a god
Who created the whole world so we'd have somewhere to live
I think about it almost every day
And in a funny way its true
That you can have a conversation with someone who isn't there
But really, in the end, how much can you learn
From talking to yourself
Do you understand the scale
Of the thing you call creation and your place within it
Cos there's quite a lot of stars
And it seems a waste to create so much stuff for no reason
In the battle for my soul
Telling me what to believe is tantamount to cheating

Monday, 2 January 2012

Chinese Room

Track 9 from the album Havoc Monk Unseen.

Come the demographic crisis
Too many old people to care for
Technological solution
Robots designed to deal with bedsores
In the Chinese Room the old man
Explains that understanding
Is just something that a brain does
But not a machine
He's in a room with symbols
Carrying none of the intentionality
Needed for understanding
Computers will never think in his reality
His carers become alarmed
Locally built, they are quite artificial
(Some parts came from Japan)
When they cry for the dead, is it just superficial?
One day they find him lying
His mechanism is defective
Gently they close his eyelids
Mourning the loss of his perspective