In a North London, top floor flat
All white walls, white carpet, white cat,
Rice Paper partitions
Modern art and ambition
The host's a physician,
Bright bloke, has his own practice
His girlfriend's an actress
An old mate of ours from home
And they're always great fun
So to dinner we've come.
All white walls, white carpet, white cat,
Rice Paper partitions
Modern art and ambition
The host's a physician,
Bright bloke, has his own practice
His girlfriend's an actress
An old mate of ours from home
And they're always great fun
So to dinner we've come.
The fifth guest is an unknown,
The hosts have just thrown
Us together for a favor
because this girls just arrived from Australia
And she's moved to North London
And she's the sister of someone
Or has some connection.
The hosts have just thrown
Us together for a favor
because this girls just arrived from Australia
And she's moved to North London
And she's the sister of someone
Or has some connection.
As we make introductions
I'm struck by her beauty
She's irrefutably fair
With dark eyes and dark hair
But as she sits
I admit I'm a little bit wary
because I notice the tip of the wing of a fairy
Tattooed on that popular area
Just above the derrire
And when she says Im Sagittarian
I confess a pigeonhole starts to form
And is immediately filled with pigeon
When she says her name is Storm.
I'm struck by her beauty
She's irrefutably fair
With dark eyes and dark hair
But as she sits
I admit I'm a little bit wary
because I notice the tip of the wing of a fairy
Tattooed on that popular area
Just above the derrire
And when she says Im Sagittarian
I confess a pigeonhole starts to form
And is immediately filled with pigeon
When she says her name is Storm.
Conversation is initially bright and light-hearted
But it's not long before Storm gets started:
You can't know anything,
Knowledge is merely opinion
She opines, over her Cabernet Sauvignon
Vis--vis,
Some un-hippily
Empirical comment made by me.
But it's not long before Storm gets started:
You can't know anything,
Knowledge is merely opinion
She opines, over her Cabernet Sauvignon
Vis--vis,
Some un-hippily
Empirical comment made by me.
Not a good start I think
We're only on pre-dinner drinks
And across the room, my wife
Widens her eyes
Silently begs me, Be Nice
A matrimonial warning
Not worth ignoring
So I resist the urge to ask Storm
Whether knowledge is so loose-weave
Of a morning
When deciding whether to leave
Her apartment by the front door
Or the window on her second floor.
We're only on pre-dinner drinks
And across the room, my wife
Widens her eyes
Silently begs me, Be Nice
A matrimonial warning
Not worth ignoring
So I resist the urge to ask Storm
Whether knowledge is so loose-weave
Of a morning
When deciding whether to leave
Her apartment by the front door
Or the window on her second floor.
The food is delicious and Storm,
Whilst avoiding all meat,
Happily sits and eats
As the good doctor, slightly pissedly
Holds court on some anachronistic aspect of medical history
When Storm suddenly insists
But the human body is a mystery!
Science just falls in a hole
When it tries to explain the the nature of the soul.
Whilst avoiding all meat,
Happily sits and eats
As the good doctor, slightly pissedly
Holds court on some anachronistic aspect of medical history
When Storm suddenly insists
But the human body is a mystery!
Science just falls in a hole
When it tries to explain the the nature of the soul.
My hostess throws me a glance
She, like my wife, knows there's a chance
That I'll be off on one of my rare but fun rants
But I shan't, my lips are sealed.
I just want to enjoy my meal
And although Storm is starting to get my goat
I have no intention of rocking the boat,
Although it's becoming a bit of a wrestle
Because -- like her meteorological namesake -
Storm has no such concerns for our vessel:
She, like my wife, knows there's a chance
That I'll be off on one of my rare but fun rants
But I shan't, my lips are sealed.
I just want to enjoy my meal
And although Storm is starting to get my goat
I have no intention of rocking the boat,
Although it's becoming a bit of a wrestle
Because -- like her meteorological namesake -
Storm has no such concerns for our vessel:
Pharmaceutical companies are the enemy
They promote drug dependency
At the cost of the natural remedies
That are all our bodies need
They are immoral and driven by greed.
Why take drugs
When herbs can solve it?
Why use chemicals
When homeopathic solvents
Can resolve it?
I think it's time we all return-to-live
With natural medical alternatives.
They promote drug dependency
At the cost of the natural remedies
That are all our bodies need
They are immoral and driven by greed.
Why take drugs
When herbs can solve it?
Why use chemicals
When homeopathic solvents
Can resolve it?
I think it's time we all return-to-live
With natural medical alternatives.
And try as I like,
A small crack appears
In my diplomacy-dike.
A small crack appears
In my diplomacy-dike.
By definition, I begin
Alternative Medicine, I continue,
Has either not been proved to work,
Or been proved not to work.
Do you know what they call alternative medicine
That's been proved to work?
Medicine.
So you don't believe
In ANY natural remedies?
In ANY natural remedies?
On the contrary, Storm, actually:
Before I came to tea,
I took a natural remedy
Derived from the bark of a willow tree
A painkiller that's virtually side-effect free.
Its got a weird name,
Darling, what was it again?
Maspirin?
Baspirin?
Aspirin!
Which I paid about a buck for
Down at the local drugstore.
Before I came to tea,
I took a natural remedy
Derived from the bark of a willow tree
A painkiller that's virtually side-effect free.
Its got a weird name,
Darling, what was it again?
Maspirin?
Baspirin?
Aspirin!
Which I paid about a buck for
Down at the local drugstore.
The debate briefly abates
As my hosts collects plates
but when they return with desserts
Storm pertly asserts,
As my hosts collects plates
but when they return with desserts
Storm pertly asserts,
Shakespeare said it first:
''There are more things in heaven and earth
Than exist in your philosophy''
Science is just how were trained to look at reality,
It doesn't explain love or spirituality.
How does science explain psychics?
Auras; the afterlife; the power of prayer?
''There are more things in heaven and earth
Than exist in your philosophy''
Science is just how were trained to look at reality,
It doesn't explain love or spirituality.
How does science explain psychics?
Auras; the afterlife; the power of prayer?
I'm becoming aware
That I'm staring,
I'm like a rabbit suddenly trapped
In the blinding headlights of vacuous crap.
Maybe it's the Hamlet she just mis-quothed
Or the sixth glass of wine I just quaffed
But my diplomacy dike groans
And the arsehole held back by its stones
Can be held back no more:
That I'm staring,
I'm like a rabbit suddenly trapped
In the blinding headlights of vacuous crap.
Maybe it's the Hamlet she just mis-quothed
Or the sixth glass of wine I just quaffed
But my diplomacy dike groans
And the arsehole held back by its stones
Can be held back no more:
Look, Storm, I don't mean to bore you
But there's no such thing as an aura!
Reading Auras is like reading minds
Or tea-leaves or star-signs or meridian lines
These people aren't plying a skill,
They are either lying or mentally ill.
Same goes for people who claim to hear Gods demands
Or Spiritual healers who think they've got magic hands.
But there's no such thing as an aura!
Reading Auras is like reading minds
Or tea-leaves or star-signs or meridian lines
These people aren't plying a skill,
They are either lying or mentally ill.
Same goes for people who claim to hear Gods demands
Or Spiritual healers who think they've got magic hands.
By the way,
Why do we think it is OK
For people to pretend they can talk to the dead?
Isn't that totally fucked in the head
Lying to some crying woman whose child has died
And telling her you're in touch with the other side?
I think that is fundamentally sick
Do we need to clarify here that there's no such thing as a psychic?
What, are we fucking 2?
Do we actually think that Horton Heard a Who?
Do we still think that Santa brings us gifts?
That Michael Jackson didn't have face lifts?
Are we still so stunned by circus tricks
That we think that the dead would
Wanna talk to pricks
Like John Edward?
Why do we think it is OK
For people to pretend they can talk to the dead?
Isn't that totally fucked in the head
Lying to some crying woman whose child has died
And telling her you're in touch with the other side?
I think that is fundamentally sick
Do we need to clarify here that there's no such thing as a psychic?
What, are we fucking 2?
Do we actually think that Horton Heard a Who?
Do we still think that Santa brings us gifts?
That Michael Jackson didn't have face lifts?
Are we still so stunned by circus tricks
That we think that the dead would
Wanna talk to pricks
Like John Edward?
Storm to her credit despite my derision
Keeps firing off clichés with startling precision
Like a sniper using bollocks for ammunition
Keeps firing off clichés with startling precision
Like a sniper using bollocks for ammunition
You're so sure of your position
But you're just closed-minded
I think you'll find
Your faith in Science and Tests
Is just as blind
As the faith of any fundamentalist.
But you're just closed-minded
I think you'll find
Your faith in Science and Tests
Is just as blind
As the faith of any fundamentalist.
"Wow, that's a good point, let me think for a bit"
Oh wait, my mistake, its absolute bullshit.
Oh wait, my mistake, its absolute bullshit.
Science adjusts it's views based on what's observed
Faith is the denial of observation so that Belief can be preserved.
If you show me
That, say, homeopathy works,
Then I will change my mind
I will spin on a fucking dime
I'll be embarrassed as hell,
But I will run through the streets yelling
Its a miracle! Take physics and bin it!
Water has memory!
And while it's memory of a long lost drop of onion juice is Infinite
It somehow forgets all the poo its had in it!
You show me that it works and how it works
And when I've recovered from the shock
I will take a compass and carve 'Fancy That' on the side of my cock.
And when I've recovered from the shock
I will take a compass and carve 'Fancy That' on the side of my cock.
Everyone's just staring now,
But I'm pretty pissed and Ive dug this far down,
So I figure, in for penny, in for a pound:
But I'm pretty pissed and Ive dug this far down,
So I figure, in for penny, in for a pound:
Life is full of mysteries, yeah,
But there are answers out there
And they won't be found
By people sitting around
Looking serious
And saying isn't life mysterious?
Let's sit here and hope
Let's call up the fucking Pope
Let's go watch Oprah
Interview Deepak Chopra
But there are answers out there
And they won't be found
By people sitting around
Looking serious
And saying isn't life mysterious?
Let's sit here and hope
Let's call up the fucking Pope
Let's go watch Oprah
Interview Deepak Chopra
If wanna watch tele, you should watch Scooby Doo.
That show was so cool
because every time there was a church with a ghoul
Or a ghost in a school
They looked beneath the mask and what was inside?
Aaah! The fucking janitor or the dude who ran the water-slide.
Because throughout history
Every mystery
EVER solved has turned out to be
Not Magic.
That show was so cool
because every time there was a church with a ghoul
Or a ghost in a school
They looked beneath the mask and what was inside?
Aaah! The fucking janitor or the dude who ran the water-slide.
Because throughout history
Every mystery
EVER solved has turned out to be
Not Magic.
Does the idea that there might be knowledge
Frighten you?
Does the idea that one afternoon
On Wiki-fucking-pedia might enlighten you
Frighten you?
Does the notion that there may not be a supernatural
So blow your hippy noodle
That you'd rather just stand in the fog
Of your inability to Google?
Frighten you?
Does the idea that one afternoon
On Wiki-fucking-pedia might enlighten you
Frighten you?
Does the notion that there may not be a supernatural
So blow your hippy noodle
That you'd rather just stand in the fog
Of your inability to Google?
Isn't this enough?
Just this world?
Just this beautiful, complex
Wonderfully unfathomable, natural world?
How does it so fail to hold our attention
That we have to diminish it with the invention
Of cheap, man-made Myths and Monsters?
If you're so into Shakespeare
Lend me your ear:
''To gild refined gold,
to paint the lily,
To throw perfume on the violet
is just fucking silly''
Or something like that.
Or what about Satchmo?!
I see trees of Green,
Red roses too,
And fine, if you wish to
Glorify Krishna and Vishnu
In a post-colonial, condescending
Bottled-up and labelled kind of way
Then whatever, that's okay.
But here's what gives me a hard-on:
to paint the lily,
To throw perfume on the violet
is just fucking silly''
Or something like that.
Or what about Satchmo?!
I see trees of Green,
Red roses too,
And fine, if you wish to
Glorify Krishna and Vishnu
In a post-colonial, condescending
Bottled-up and labelled kind of way
Then whatever, that's okay.
But here's what gives me a hard-on:
I am a tiny, insignificant, ignorant bit of carbon.
I have one life, and it is short and unimportant
But thanks to recent scientific advances
I get to live twice as long
as my great great great great uncles-es and aunts-es.
Twice as long to live this life of mine
Twice as long to love this wife of mine
Twice as many years of friends and wine
Of sharing curries and getting shitty
At good-looking hippies
With fairies on their spines
And butterflies on their titties.
Twice as long to live this life of mine
Twice as long to love this wife of mine
Twice as many years of friends and wine
Of sharing curries and getting shitty
At good-looking hippies
With fairies on their spines
And butterflies on their titties.
And if perchance I have offended
Think but this and all is mended:
We'd as well be 10 minutes back in time,
For all the chance you'll change your mind.
Think but this and all is mended:
We'd as well be 10 minutes back in time,
For all the chance you'll change your mind.
