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A few songs from a songwriting career that began careering with an embarassing song in 1984 when Paddy was aged 13, and is still continuing its reckless dash towards oblivion…

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All My Fault

A song about arguments and misunderstanings. I so often take the blame just to shut people up and then get depressed and angry on my own. This song is about fighting back with the teenage “W” word!

If only the words that get blurred and misheard,

Could be washed in the river;

Given back to the giver.

If all discontent that was sent (but not meant),

Could be gently dismembered,

Returned to the sender.

If only I said what I meant in my head:

I turned the world frantic with my syntax and semantics.

It gets so pedantic,

But what can you do,

When the Chinese whisperers start shouting at you?

And it’s all my fault,

Yeah right.

And I’m so sorry.


The story continues,

I wish I’d never begun it.

And everybody loses,

‘Cos the argument won it.

Solitary silence,

Collateral pain,

Imaginary violence:

“You said it again!”

I’ll open my doors if you’ll just open yours.

Words so rehearsed,

And then I just make it worse and you:

Just to important to

Just walk away and you

Must understand that I

Just want to say won’t you…

Give me a sign.

I’ll admit my mistake if you’ll only forget it,

I’m losing the thread,

Now you take it and pull it.

I’m increasingly naked

And you pick at the holes and it’s


All right

For people who always say "You'll be fine" whether you're facing an interview, exam, cancer, apocalypse… Sometimes it's NOT fine. But I guess they're appreciated all the same…

How can you say,

That it'll turn out all right in the end?

Don't go away.

I need words of comfort from a friend.

Don't say nothing.

You don't know nothing.

Empty mouths just showing up the clouds,

Funeral shrouds, you talk so loud,

But you say nothing.

But my mind will recall,

The last time when you after it all…

Round and round and round we go.

Platitudes all plastic-hued;

I told you so,

I told you so.

Wish I could say in the end you're not there.

Wish I could say it's only words.

Round and round and round and round we go.

We'll be wiser than words,

The spirit is talking.

Free as the birds; sky-larking.

Truly heard; not crossing the Ts or the Is.

Are there tears in my eyes?

No way of knowing;

Should I be going?

Examine my mind the rest of the time and it's,

Gone gone gone gone.

No way of knowing.

Anything for love

A cynical anti-love song? Quel suprise?!

We'll do anything for love.

We'll do anything just because.

Anything, anything, anything,

but please not on our own.

We'll do anything for love.

So give me a passion,

And give me a sign.

Still feeling the shame,

Of wanting you to be mine.

Give me the rules,

But spare me the game.

'cause I don't want to play,

But I might want to win all the same.

I'd do anything for you.

I would like to believe that dreams will come true.

Is it all me, me, me in my mind,

When I'm thinking of you?

But being in love with my mind is all I can do.


So give me a reason,

To screw up your life.

To be single and selfish,

Or husband and wife.

Give me the rules,

But spare me the game.

'cause I don't want to play,

But I might want to win all the same.

All the same.

Burn All Maps

A song about letting go. Lyrics and melody: Scooby. Music: Paddy

Long lost friend rang today

Asked me where my life was at

I've got plans, don't we all

For tomorrow, next year.

Weather man spoke of rain

Woke next day when the sun shone in

Search the sky for the clouds

For the blue, for the grey

Have you bought your pension plan

Cover now, said the insurance man

So we plan for what may never be

To save our old souls

What's your plans when you die?

Will you wish you'd replayed life?

Got your funeral planned, your final words

Your final stand of all

Time rolls by, gathers speed

We run fast on heavy feet

Take your time, breathe the air

Live the moment, feel wind in your hair……

….feel wind in your hair.

Here we go, on the road

On the road forever

Where we go, no-one knows

But we're on this road together

Burn your map, pack your rucksack

Turn your feet to the sky

Don't look back, lose the pack

Follow the stars

Cos you can't stay here

Can you feel?

Lots of hippy rubbish about flowing with the energy of kindness and consideration, until I can say "It is finished" and travel home to the ocean. Whatever.

Can you feel? (the river)

River run makin' it right,

Hold on tight,

Dreaming that the end's in sight.

Freedom coming my way,

This is the day today.

After all,

It's a long time coming,

After all we've said and done,

River run,

I need to touch your shore,

I'll be the water.

River run to the ocean,

Setting my dream in motion.

Carrying the transformation,

This is revolution.

After all,

We're soon forgotten.

After all we've said and done,

River run,

I need to touch your shore,

I'll be the water.

How long? [*2]

How strong.

Don't let the cliches get you down.

"All good things to those who try ",

But don't let the bastards get you down.

"Life's a bitch and then you die",

Don't let the bastards get you down.

Choking on your silver spoon.

Don't let the bastards get you down.

They promised you the sun and moon.

Don't let the bastards get you down.

One man said "it has never been easy",

Another man said "I know it so well".

Someone said "We're all too greedy",

Somebody said "Well, what the hell?"

Everybody's reaching trying,

For another big slice of pie-in-the-sky.

So don't care don't dare don't share don't care don't dare don't share

Walk on by.

So it's all come clear.

People listen, people hear.

Now, the time of attack.

You've got me going now I'll never look back.

Oh? But didn't you know?

If anybody's left say "I told you so".

Yes, word to the wise.

Don't sell your fiddles 'til the waters rise.

Oh my, look at the sky.

I can't imagine why,

But everything has started to die,

Oh my, look at the sky,

I don't know why,

But everyone has started to see,

That maybe we are the ones having too much fun,

Here come the creditors…

Breathe while you can,

Shake the disease,

Oh no - here comes the editor.

Eleventh hour, eleventh day

A war song. People have pointed out minor historical inaccuracies in this song, but it makes me think a bit harder than I used to when I see the war veterans on parade on the 11th November.


6 days early.

1st light of dawn,


Opens his eyes for the first time;

Breathing in the air.

First steps to see what may be.

They cheered when he left,

The white cliffs of Dover.

And they welcomed him home,

When the war was over.

Over the top under fire,

Choking up the air.

What d'you do there,

First World War hero?

We kicked a ball between the lines.

I took his picture,

He took mine.

And just for a moment it felt like,

We breathed the self same air;

The war was never there;

We could be anywhere;

If God is on our side,

Smile smile smile.

He still dreams of November,

And a photograph on Christmas day.

He can remember,

11th hour, 11th day.

"Peace in our time,"

Then it's 1940.

He's back over the lines,

For his country.

Working the hands he commands,

And death falls from the air.

He's wondering where,

It is falling.

Now he rocks in his chair,

Like a baby.

And the legends and scars,

Have gone hazy.

Torn fields return to the flowers,

And birds sing in the air.

And sense never dares,

To question history,

Stupid history,



Finally Defenceless

A love song

Picked up the receiver,

And dialled your number wrong,

(Now) the secrets are all out,

And I'm gambling with friends.

I picked up the phone,

Put down the phone

Dialled your number wrong,

Put down the receiver.

Bury my head in the floor,

Try to bury my face in the wall.

It's panic,

It's fear

And it's nearer than near.

As if I didn't know what was happening here.

Come on paranoia.

And bring all the crap and throw it around.

I'll scream and I'll howl, til I upset the neighbours.

Broken dreams it seems,

It's all I have to live for.

Couldn't be-lieve

Could be that I'm finally stumbling through

Out of my dreams, Out of the darkness

I guess it's all because of you



Am finally-defenceless

This is a story,

I knew it all so well,

Some tired old drama,

I've done it now; predictable as hell,

And how can it be?

When I've walked this tired way

Well I don't know.

Just goes to show,

You never can tell.

Oh, the hours and days and all the years,

And all the hopes and dreams and fears,

Too many songs with happy endings,

But could it be things turn out right sometimes?


How to be "Just Friends".

Time, the healer.

You and I try,

Fly my dreams, floating.

Most times words I'm choking.

Dream keeper.

Grim reaper,

Love it's you.



Some things never change.

Some die.

Tell me why I'm wondering,

Why this is goodbye.

Back and forward.

I'm the coward.



Sometimes it's all I want and then again…

Who knows?

Live it up

Written walking home through Plymouth on a lonely starry night.

The stars came out tonight,

Just like I thought they might.

Empty and cold,

Just like we've all been told.

Touching my heart,

You make it fall apart.

Shouldering the blame,

Tonight is just just the same.

(so let's) Live it up

No regrets

Laughing and joking

Screaming and choking

Live it up,

'cos we'll never live this down.

My stars came too late,

And I just sit and wait.

Smouldering the flame.

Tommorrow's just the same.

If I could I would,

And if I would I could.

These words so hard to tame.

But don't ever call it a game.

Never know the rules

Written on my 30th birthday. Hence the first two lines!

So you made it?

Celebrate it.

Try to fake it.

Don't you hate this?

Only lonely,

Galaxies away.

Oh so phoney.

Why didn't you say?

Sometimes it matters… yes.

Sometimes we care,


Truth of the matter is,

Some of us are acting like

It's the biggest game.


Someone should know that,

Some of us will never know the rules.

So tell me the first rule is "you'll never know"

Oh well we know,

The second rule's "the first one's got to go",

These four walls open like a door,

No more,

Oh what are you waiting for?

It's a lovely theory when then the world is at your feet,

But when you walk in those shoes all your words sound a little weak.

Some things get discarded,

That's the way it's got to be.

The proud ones get rewarded,

But open your eyes and you'll see;

Sometime you make it.




All about "Bigger better faster more" culture. I wrote this whilst me and a whole railway station of people were being evacuated due to a fire alarm.

Smile like the sun,

We rise to the occasion.

Now it's begun.

The grass is always greener over there.

Where was I going?

Did I leap before I look.

Tempt me,

Take me,

Lead me.

You carrot on a hook.

The line we follow,

And then we swallow.

Until it all goes down, down, yeah.

You're feeling hollow?

Wait til tommorrow.

Burn like the sun.

I'm overcome.

I am not the,

Only one, wondering.

Is it really better,

Yesterday tommorrow,

Not now?

Leave all the old queues,

And step out of tired shoes.

It really is that simple.

It really is that easy.

You try to tempt me.

So sad that they think it makes me happy.

I've changed my mind,

This time.

Now it's done.

Pure resignation.

And everything is beautiful,

The meaner the better.

And I've been crying,

For the waste and the struggle and the race we run.

But now, somehow,

It's the birds and the bees and the sun is shining! (for)

All these foolish stars I'll follow,

Oh let me swallow.

Until it all goes down down/oh let me drown

It's new today (and)

It's new tommorrow.

Stars for you

The continual descent of man, "From Genesis, to Revelation".

Turn on the lights,

What a beautiful scene,

Spin it around,

That's the first day, whatever.

Turn on the water for oceans and seas.

Colour in spaces with rivers and trees.

Suns and the moons, all the lights in the sky,

Things start to swim and then walk and then fly,


Fog at the dawn,

Sun sparking flames from the

Dew-dropping leaves in the woods without names.

Violets, volcanoes, tundra and sand,

Treasures unseen shining under the land.


I've been building stars for you

I've been building stars for you

I've been building stars



Fruit of the tree

Just a simple request.

Not to eat that one - have all the rest.

Maybe it's stupid to make them at all.

What can you expect out of rib bones and soil.

So down come the demons and greed comes behind.

Walk out of Eden and leave me behind but

I've been…

I've been building stars for you,

I've been building stars for you,

I've been wishing that it's true,

That I didn't mean it.

When I said that I love you.

Ten thousand years of getting it wrong.

I'm frankly amazed that you lasted so long.

So blacken the skies and mess up the weather,

Burn off the atmosphere, oh aren't we clever

And after it all, all sheepish and shy.

Guilty as hell, but you hope you'll get by.


I've been…

but I do.

Sticks and Stones

I don't believe in the world I hear on the radio. Journalists complain about "Sound-bite politics", but they invented the sound-bite! Growl…

Turn on tune in it's so easy,

So here we are now make me queasy,

Slow but surely take the poison,

Til someone comes and takes everything you ever had

Away (stick and stones to break my bones)

Away (oh so scared when we're all alone)

Replay (Wishing someone would take this all)


Everybody knows it's not as

Bad as you think and that maybe

No news is good news but somehow

We believe the lies and it takes all hope

It's hot off the hot off the hot off the hot off the press

And somehow it never fails to depress

Exclusive exclusive exclusive exclusive scoop.

They're just trying to take away my youth.

Sell sell at any price,

Because the money's nice

So they all serve,

What we deserve.

Sell sell at any price,

Because the money's nice

So they all serve,

What we deserve.

Good news is no news? Don't bother.

Just tell me all the sins of others.

Wonder why you're feeling scared?

Read the papers - no one cares.

The Anger

When one of my best friends died…
…I was somewhat angry

Time to face your fear,

It crystal clear,

And now it's here.


As every day goes by,

It gets harder to try,

To stay alive

To survive


So, it feels like you want to die.

You've cried all the tears you've got to cry.

No one will tell you why

Don't ask me.

Somebody help me.

Give me the reason.

Tell me the answer

Before I start believing nothing matters.

Give me your words,

No pretty platitudes.

I've got to feel,

That I've little left to lose.

I'll give you my tears,

No sugar-salted lies.

You've lost so much,

That you've got so little left to lose

Too late

This one gradually developed into a song in support of the road protestors in 1997.

How can I tell why now.

I don't know.

Does it show?

Bewildered and revealing.

But now the truth is out…


And now you know what it's all about,

It's too late.

Once again it's my shame,

That had me running for cover.

Half wrong all along,

It ends one way or another.

Some people say that we need our transportation.

Some people think it's only vegitation.

Some people believe it's the only solution.

Some people know.

Some people will know too late.

So sorry but what's the worry now?

Chop down a tree,

Build a factory.

Anything left for the birds and the bees?

But if it's me,

And if it's cheap.


And now you know what it's all about.

It's too late.


For good friends who just disappear and you never ever see again.

I didn't pay the piper to call the tune,

I just asked for more and I got the moon.

Empty words just make it worse.

I asked for more,

I got the universe.

Galaxies still fill the skies.

History reflects in wondering eyes.

Nothing's simple, so say I.

I spend nights like this just wondering why.

Life goes on,

Happily-ever-after so they say.

Right or wrong,

You can almost hear the seconds tick away.

The hopes and fears and all those years,

The sense, the silence, the humility.

I will treasure what you gave to me.

Gave to me.

You didn't light a candle to curse in vain.

You didn't light a candle for shelter from the rain.

You were burned and something caught a flame.

How did you learn the words that call my name.


How complicated can it be?

Simple counting one on one.

Why do we never notice til it's gone?

When Nero plays his violin.

For a victim of a romantic letter who never wrote back, but moved to America and had a baby instead!

They think it's all over,

It prob'ly is now.

Don't even bother;

I'll find out somehow.

(just) Burn my letter.

You'll feel better - anyway.

You're free.

So sorry 'bout me…

But how're you meant to know,

Which way will it go?

Everywhere I turn

My roads will lead to Rome,

When Nero plays his violin

Sometimes I think it's better to be lonely

Sometimes I think that love is suicide

Sunshine; well it helps to count the weather

Dreaming my life away…

Stupidly clever,

To think that I'm brave.

And "sorry to take you"

Won't turn in my grave.

The most painfull sequel;

I'm able to recall

Could we have been equal?

You never knew me and you never cared,

so how could I hurt you?

Where you are

Hideously sickly "Sesame Street" style, and just begging to be sung by a puppet frog, but I like it anyway.

Sometimes I remember the days,

Wondering where you are.

A candle flame,

Now you're all here again.

Straight out of the blue.

Seperate ways mean lonely days.

Love is blind when the lovers entwine.

I still see,

So wait for me.

You know you'll always be needing a friend.

Enter the rainbow.

The clouds make come and the clouds may go.

Walk the way that we all go:

Light above and the ground below.

And when the winter winds have blown,

And the trees are bare and the flowers have gone.

Eyes still see.

Wait for me.

We'll always be here in the end.

And after all you make the fall.

Straight into our hands beneath you.

Let go 'cause you know.

You'd better believe that

Peace is an illusion,

When it's peace without a care.

And trust is just a word because,

You never need to share.

And why are we so cool and cold

That we grow apart as we grow old?

Sometimes I remember the days.

Wondering where you are.

A whole new universe

This song was inspired by two poems: the one that talks about seeing a heaven in a flower, and a universe in a grain of sand. And the one that talks about travelling, and that you’ll finally achieve wisdom and enlightenment when you come home from all your travelling and see the wonder in your familiar surroundings, as if it’s something you’ve never seen before. I like the idea of simple beauty and discovering that happiness and contentment depend on our minds, not on what we own or do, and that normal mundane life can be pretty startling. End of sermon...

Don’t look if you are easily blinded.

Don’t listen if you’re needlesly reminded.

Don’t say a word,

Until you’ve been there.

Don’t stop travelling;

You are wanderlust,

You’re the one you lost.

Wait… til you’re completely grounded.

Did you know that you’re ultimately surrounded?

So many galaxies: tell me you’ve found it.

The sweat of your brow:

You made every drop,

A sea and an ocean,

Your mind in the motion.

But every time you make up your mind,

Take good care.

And every time you open your eyes,

Look for something there.

And if you were looking for hope or for freedom,

Don’t wonder where.

And when you reach the end of your journey,

Be aware.

That there’s a whole new universe out there.

So to the end:

Shattered illusions,

Are you drawing conclusions?

Life - it all depends:

Happily poor or miserably wanting it all.

You’re nothing much but your mind makes you tall.

You’ve finally made it.

Wood for the trees

Hey you! SLOW DOWN!!

Inchworm, inchworm.

Measuring the marigolds.

Through the garden,

All one by one.

Til you reach the end.

Inchworm, Inchworm.

Treasuring and tarrying.

Slow but surely,

You're there before me.

I see so poorly…

So may I never be one to deny,

That I should live



Oh we

Can't see the wood for the trees,

And these are something we need,

As we speed,

All through the garden,

The garden

The garden,

Oh pardon me.

Dying, dying.

I am quickly dying.

Trying to hold this,

Trying to mould this,

Trying all I can.


"Out my way"

Can't hold things anymore.

Through my fingers,

Til nothing else lingers,

Gently crash to the floor.

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