FULL CIRCLE In the great days of steam I was the toast of the town My brand new paintwork gleamed As people flocked from miles around To see to touch to wave to cheer A newborn child of engineers And the hearts of my two thousand horses beat To the rhythm of their tiny lives I rolled and sped and hissed and with pride An iron beast of burden I tore through the veins and guts of the land Supplying mineral wealth Fed by a fireman’s lonely hand With the passion of a thousand suns My kisses scorched his bursting lungs Like a lover’s heart my fires were stoked By rough hands touched with tenderness As I held him in my warm caress I became a river supplying endless streams To valleys and mountains red and gold and green To fortune to fame to romance and to dreams I was privy to their secrets and their schemes As their lives touched me And I fed the hungry engines of war With the finest crop in England’s store An ocean of tears drowned the platform roar Through emotions never felt so deep before I fell to the diesel age Time and progress conquered me Withdrawn and derelict Nature laid cruel hands on me She turned my once bright coat to rust As my memory faded into dust Some small affection I could claim As a nest for lovebirds I became Or a secret den for children’s games Rescued and restored by loving hands In my former glory I now stand My paint gleams once more people flock again in awe To celebrate to see to touch to talk Of one reborn (Gary Miller)

ALICE IN WONDERLAND [Remix] So come on now, get your head out of the sand You're just like Alice dreaming of a wonderland But yours could be reality if you just take a hand Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!" First she dries the dishes then she dries her eyes 'Though her tears could fill an ocean, her own river's running dry She's moved to Dead End Street from Opportunity Rise Where the spirits of dead dreams haunt the back lanes of her mind Sometimes he shows affection in a way that makes her proud But mostly he can't stand her; she's just a stupid cow To one who doesn't love her or respect her anyhow And cares nothing for their future just his own here and now So come on now, get your head out of the sand You're just like Alice dreaming of a wonderland But yours could be reality if you just take a hand Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!" Time is a prison time is our own Hell Time is the destroyer; it's the fire in which we burn And on this one-way ticket, which offers no return Time never heals is something you will learn And as time slips away, it seems such a crime To see one so young growing old before their time Life offers too few chances don't let them pass you by For perhaps the greatest crime is never to have tried So come on now, get your head out of the sand You're just like Alice dreaming of a wonderland But yours could be reality if you just take a hand Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!" So come on now, get your head out of the sand Don’t waste your whole life trapped in dreams of wonderland The reality could be yours if you just make a stand Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!" Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!" Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!" (Gary Miller)

CAR BOOT SALE I went to the car boot sale At the racecourse one fine June I had nothing else better to do On a boring afternoon There were cars and stalls and people obsessed As far as the eye could see But there wasn't a fucking horse in sight At the sale of the century Oh me lads, you should've seen them gannin' Millin' around like flies 'round shite With no real sense of plannin' Hagglin' and fussin', hustlin' and bustlin' In search of the Holy Grail Some folks' rubbish is other folks' gold At the car boot sale There were people arriving while others were leaving A lot of them pushing prams I hope the ones that had just been bought Were the unoccupied ones Amidst the clamour you could hear a man cry "Everything fifty pence!" But you wouldn't have bothered to look in his box If you had any sense There were second-hand clocks and watches With a history to tell They might have been worth a fortune If they told the time as well Broken toys, torn books, scratched records Electrical goods of every degree Finding they don't work when you get home Is your only guarantee There was Mister Softee ice cream Next to a burger van from Hell In a cone or a tub with monkey's blood Next to people with no sense of smell I was trying to find one of those Backward-facing baseball caps 'Cos no matter how hard I've looked I've only seen forward ones in the shops So if you're bored or depressed With the National Lottery Come along for a grand day out With the shell-suit family Grab a piece of the action Of this latest national craze Rogues by the score amid bargains galore At your local car boot sale Oh me lads, you should've seen them gannin' Millin' around like flies round shite With no real sense of plannin' Hagglin' and fussin', hustlin' and bustlin' In search of the Holy Grail You might find it for a couple of quid At the car boot sale Gary Miller)

ALICE IN WONDERLAND First she dries the dishes then she dries her eyes 'Though her tears could fill an ocean, her own river's running dry She's moved to Dead End Street from Opportunity Rise Where the spirits of dead dreams haunt the back lanes of her mind Sometimes he shows affection in a way that makes her proud But mostly he can't stand her; she's just a stupid cow To one who doesn't love her or respect her anyhow And cares nothing for their future just his own here and now So come on now, get your head out of the sand You're just like Alice dreaming of a wonderland But yours could be reality if you just take a hand Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!" Time is a prison time is our own Hell Time is the destroyer; it's the fire in which we burn And on this one-way ticket, which offers no return Time never heals is something you will learn And as time slips away, it seems such a crime To see one so young growing old before their time Life offers too few chances don't let them pass you by For perhaps the greatest crime is never to have tried So come on now, get your head out of the sand You're just like Alice dreaming of a wonderland But yours could be reality if you just take a hand Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!" So come on now, get your head out of the sand Don’t waste your whole life trapped in dreams of wonderland The reality could be yours if you just make a stand Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!" Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!" Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!" (Gary Miller)

"FAREWELL JOBLING!" "Farewell Jobling!" rang the shout from the crowd As he was launched into eternity And on Jarrow Slakes Gibbet 21-feet high He was left to rot in the hot summer sky William Jobling an illiterate man A scapegoat an innocent victim An example to the striking miners of the time Sentenced to hang for another man's crime On a cold winter's night outside Turner's public house William Jobling and Ralf Armstrong were standing about The magistrate Fairles came riding along Recognised by Armstrong for he'd sent his brother down Armstrong swung a stick knocking Fairles to the ground Then he upped and left the scene with Jobling close behind Armstrong escaped but Jobling was caught And soon to Durham assizes was brought Fairles dying plea was for Jobling to be freed But his innocence contradicted the authority’s need Without legal defence and an example to be made Murder was the verdict execution was his fate Now Jobling had rehearsed a speech for the crowd But his nerves failed and he uttered no sound Then a shout rang out to send him on his way As the gallows took his life and the angry crowd were held at bay His pitch-covered corpse was strapped in a cage Then hung from the gibbet at Jarrow Slake The last man in England to suffer this fate As the strike collapsed and the authorities got their way Compare this to another case of the time When a miner’s leader tried to break up a fight Without justification a policeman shot him dead But leniency prevailed as he was gaoled for half a year The century has changed but some things stay the same Injustice is still with us and injustice will remain As long as we let politics rule the course of liberty Scapegoats will be made while the guilty ones go free (Glenn Miller / Gary Miller)