Flee From Ganymede

Let the sentinel lie buried.
Perishing not in the frozen depths.
So deep beneath icy terrains.
One day to warrant man's respect.
Oh. Flee, flee from Ganymede.
Before it's too late.
We will never return.
Flee, flee from Ganymede.
The rampant ice will surely burn.
One day in the future man will arrive.
To conquer the desolate barren waste.
That day, we too shall be alive.
To pass judgement on the human race.
Oh. Flee, flee from Ganymede.
Jupiter's child.
Metaphysical moon.
Flee, flee from Ganymede.
Lest man should discover a day too soon.


Capability Red     1979

When The Moon Explodes

When the moon explodes.
What are our children going to do?
When the moon explodes.
Their options will be precious few.
Wastefully wandering carelessly casually crawling around.
Melodramatically playing the parts that are dragging them down!
Day after night. After all: They are only an experiment.
And sooner or later to their creator they shall be sent.
When the moon explodes.
Are the mutants going to run amok?
When the moon explodes.
Will they recognize the tangent plot?
When the moon explodes!


Capability Red            1979

From My Lonely Hotel Room Window

There are no leaves on the trees, nests left abandoned.
No sound from that upright, solitary telegraph pole.
A pitiful view, as temporary as a lonely hotel room.
And I wish I could see a lovely red phonebox.
Where people once queued to dial a call.
All those busy people.
All those rustling leaves.
All those greenstick warblers.
Where have they all gone?


Capability Red           Dec 2014

Colin's Gone Camping

O'er hills, down the valleys,
day's breaking all around.
Can't see no shops or factories,
can't even feel a sound.
Got away from vans and lorries .
Left behind next week's worries.
Colin's gone campnig.

Soon we'll go walking,
heading out of the night.
It'll be morning.
No need to be right.
Shouldn't be any complications.
Can't see no tube stations.
Colin's gone camping.


Capability Red                1979

Commit No Nuisance

I was blinded by the shine of her cold metalic stare.
The place was swarming with uniforms, but nobody seemed aware.
She wasn't wearing those leather boots just to keep her legs warm.
I sensed an eerie atmosphere, just like the calm before the storm

We were all born naked and open mouthed.
But I find it easier to lie than to let my feelings out.
Sometimes I wonder where I'm going.
And I wonder where I've been.
I think that I've been here before.
Or, was it just a dream?

Jim was counting down the second hand on his second hand watch.
We'd been sleeping rough that night, I could have done with a wash.
There were so many people listening, I felt an itching in my brain.
And I was blinded by the shine. Oh no! Here I go again.

We were all born human, a little while ago.
Do you love your girlfriend? Do you let her know?
Sometimes I wonder where I'm going.
And I wonder where I've been.
I think I've met you before.
Or, was it in a dream?


Capability Red                 aprox  1975

Our Little Secret

Folk would laugh if they just knew.
How could it happen? Me and you.
I won't tell a soul, I promise you.
It's our little secret.

Neither of us was really to blame.
And afterwards we both felt the same.
No guilt, no regret, no sorrow, no shame.
Just our little secret.

It's not as if we were naive.
And you were smiling I believe.
Nobody knows. What a reprieve.
It's still our little secret.

So. What on earth am I writing about?
Offering no clues to work it out.
Hidden away and shrouded in doubt.
Stays our little secret.


Capability Red                  April 2015

Read The Morning Star

Does anybody ever buy the Morning Star?
Tell me; is there a paper shop
Somewhere, near, or far.
That sells the Morning Star?

Do you want to hear an alternative point of view?
Listen to me Comrade,
The Morning Star's the one for you.
And you can take out a postal subscription.

You're not satisfied with the way things are being run.
Would you appreciate a system, that's fair for everyone?
Well! Make a start somewhere:
Read the Morning Star.

We've gotta speak up. Build a people's press.
It's fourteen pence a day: More or less!
Give or take; a dirty look, or two.
Because they're out to get you.

If you:
Read The Morning Star.


Capability Red                        1978