HAGITA

His name for his fame was Hagita
He leapt from the box like the wind
As he set sail with a flash of his tail
He's headed for home on the rail

Now comes the test, to see who's the best
They're bred from the best sires around
Their owners and trainers are holding their breath
And the greyhounds are stretched to the ground

With sleek head all down, they're pounding around
The last bend and heading for home
Bumping and pushing for room on the rail
Their long noses all flecked with foam

Here's his black muzzle, he's free from the hustle
His heart is pounding his chest
He's stretched to the full, and he'll pull and he'll pull
For winning is what he knows best

The crowd cheer him on in one hollering throng
It's a fever they just cannot quit
And he'll come again, for he knows he's found fame
And he just loves the fun of the game

Hagita Hagita Hagita, he was the best dog around
His race is run but we will never forget
The heart of this racing greyhound.

SOLO

'Now take it away', says the man
He waves his hand and stills the band
Now he's alone and the beat goes on
His timing sure and the rhythm strong

The air moves out and sends you reeling
Ripples out and plays across the ceiling
He loses himself in a beat of his own
And rolls with the drums into time unknown

He plucks the notes from anywhere
Tossing them back to the echo there
Now the room is filled with his sound
His drums are alive and freedom bound

Rolling, descending, crashing to bass
Moving up and increasing the pace
Wave upon wave vibrating down
He's finished but still the silence has sound

SHADOWS

I HATE TO BE THE ONE TO TELL YOU
I CAN'T WALK IN THE SUNLIGHT OF YOUR WORLD
WITH CLOSED MINDS ALL AROUND
AND SOMETHING NOT QUITE FREE
I'D RATHER WALK THROUGH THE SHADES OF HELL
THAN CITY STREETS WHERE STRANGERS DWELL

I'M MOVING INTO SHADOWS WITH NO FEAR
WALKING THROUGH THE BLACKEST TUNNELS
SILENCE IS A BLIND COMPANION TO ME
I COULD WALK ALONE FOREVER IN THIS LAND
AS LONELINESS REACHES OUT TO TAKE MY HAND

THERE'S SOMETHING MOVING IN THE SHADOWS
A MIND THAT'S SEARCHING WITH THE FORCE OF HABIT
PLEASE DON'T SHINE YOUR LIGHT MY WAY,
THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO - WHY DON'T YOU STEP ASIDE
AS I'M SEARCHING FOR THE THINGS YOU CAN'T ABIDE

I'M JUST WAITING FOR THE BREAK OF DAWN
I'M MOVING ON, DON'T TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG
THERE'S ONE THING TO BE SAID -  KNOWING WHEN IT'S TIME
TO MOVE ON DOWN THE PATHWAYS OF THE MIND
THROUGH THE DARKNESS OF THE SHADOWS

UNDISCLOSED

You have no name
You have no face
It's hard to connect
When there is no place

I hear the laughter
There in your voice
I feel the sadness
There is  no choice

Where  are going?
What will you do?
There is no status
No connection to you

I fear so to touch
Such a fragile place
My hand reaches out
And yet I hesitate

If only I could say
It will be all right
Please don't be afraid
Step into the night

I don't want to hurt
But I cannot go there
This is the one place
I just cannot share

Love And The Lonely

Love is something beautiful to behold
For the lonely in this world a Godsend
If I may say this  to be so bold

So many people who want to reach out
To touch on the heart of another
This is what life is all about

We all call out in so many different ways
We see the love of our parents
And feel love from sisters and brothers

Man was not meant to live all alone
But some are mistaken about life
Which others do not condone

Each of us must make our own mistakes
We must decide for ourselves
Which direction our footsteps take

We cannot learn from another tale
Or be pulled in every direction
The quest for love then will fail

So judge not others on this quest for love
Who find a way to express to another
A message of love in their hearts

When your juices are flowing your alive
The glow of your love you cannot hide
Oh My Goodness
Be still my heart, you will survive

I'LL GET RIGHT BACK TO YOU

Have you ever dialed a number many miles away
Knowing when the bill comes in your the one to pay
Sometimes a voice will come with a dull and caring sound
"You must dial this number if you want some public hound"

Then another voice will ask if your wanting some fat cat
So dial another number, well, we won't go into that
Then in a place of business you'll get a voice that says
"We're busy now but hold the line, we'll get back to you"

With a firm hand on the phone, you sit and grit your teeth
You curse and yell and count to ten so no one else can tell
When suddenly the phone goes dead and a tinny silence greets you
Now some buggers cut you off and the air turns thick and blue

I have a lovely daughter who's turned that yuppy corner
I'm calling her tomorrow with all my woes and sorrow
And if I find she's out, I'll talk to her machine
Oh how I hate that awful man made thing that says:

"Well hello how are you, right now I'm not at home
But if you leave a message after the beep, I will ring you later"
Now I don't mind if no one's home, cos I'll just try again
But if I get another machine I think I'll go insane

I stepped into my kitchen, there's a grin on hubby's face
And from this thing that sat there I heard to my disgrace
"Well hello how are you, right now I'm not at home
But leave a message after the beep, I'll get right back to you"

Did you guess I'm leaving home and heading for the hills
No machine or telephones, someone else can pay the bill.

THE SILVER BUGLE

HE CAME FROM OUT OF NOWHERE, IN THE DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT
WITH A SILVER BUGLE IN HIS HAND HE STEPPED INTO THE LIGHT
HE STOOD FOR A MOMENT IN SILENCE, THEN IN A VOICE SO DEEP AND CALM
HE SAID "IVE COME TO PLAY FOR MY MATES WHO DIED IN VIETNAM"

SOME HEADS WERE BOWED AND WAITING AS THE BUGLER TOLD HIS TALE
BUT WHAT THEY HEARD WERE THE EERIE STRAINS OF A 'WHITER SHADE OF PALE'
HE PLAYED THE SONGS FROM DAYS GONE BY AND THE BUGLE FOUND ITS HOME
AMONG THE FIELDS OF SORROW WHERE HIS MATES HAD FLOWN

THE SINGLE NOTES UPON THE AIR WERE LIKE AN EPITAPH
AS HE TOOK US ALL THE WAY WITH HIM, BACK INTO THE PAST
HE BLEW THAT BUGLE LIKE A HORN AND THE SOUND WAS PURE AND CLEAN
AS HE PLAYED THE HAUNTING MELODY  'I'LL SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS'

WE COULD HEAR THE GHOSTLY VOICES CALLING IN THE NIGHT
AND SEE THE FLAMES AROUND THEM, IN THE JUNGLE BURNING BRIGHT
BUT MOST OF ALL WE FELT THE PAIN OF THE MAN LEFT TO REMIND
THE WORLD THAT BACK IN VIETNAM HIS MATES WERE LEFT BEHIND

AS THE BUGLER CALLED FOR HIS LAST AND FINAL NOTE
WE COULD HEAR THE ECHO OF A GHOST
AS ANOTHER BUGLE PLAYED 'THE LAST POST'