PLASTIC WORLD (MICHAEL’S)     (C) J.BIRCH & M. LOWE I997.

 

    We say , that were , not to blame

    While millions ,of God's children , die in pain

         

    We see their gloomy faces , we watch them and we turn away

    And pretend , there just illusions , and hope that they

    Will fade away 

 

    Into a Plastic World

    Where we can be free while a child dies

    We put a man on the moon

    We'll conquer Mars soon

    But turn from the eyes of a hungry child

    Whose body & soul , longs to be whole

    But driven by greed , we bury the need

    In a Plastic World

    Just a plastic World

    Its time that we changed the game that were playing

 

    We say , isn’t it a shame

    While millions of god's children , die in pain  

 

    A little boy some where’s got one more hour

    While we complain

    And feed our own desires

    While a crying girl , feels the pain

 

    Repeat Chorus

 

 

 

 

 

 

                          (Note: All The Beatles Album Titles Included Here)

 

 

 

          ABBEY RODE          (C)J.BIRCH 1997.

         

     V1.  ABBEY RODE her bicycle

          Down the long WHITE path

          Thru the REVOLVER gate

          & let out a laugh            Ha ! Ha !

 

     V2.  But nothin' changed she needed HELP

          They said LET IT BE

          Abbey MET THE BEATLES

          & they set her free          Da ! Da !

    

     Ch.  She'd never been WITH THE BEATLES

          She never knew THE BEATLES were FOR SALE

          She'd never listened to their music

          Her RUBBER SOUL was off its rails

 

     Ch.  She'd never been WITH THE BEATLES

          She never knew THE BEATLES were FOR SALE

          She'd never YELLOW SUBMARINED or MYSTERY TOURED                ¨

          She'd been havin' A HARD DAY'S NIGHT

          & her smiles had all gone stale  Oh !

          (& she needed a cold brown ale)

                                                                        ¨

     Br.  Pretty little ABBEY ROAD

          To her record shop

          Asked for PLEASE PLEASE ME PLEASE

          And a mop on top

 

     Br.  But) SERGENT PEPPER high above her

          Whispered , "There all ghosts "

          Little Abbey put her hands to her eyes  ...

          And let her bicycle coast

 

          Little Abbey ...                                                 ¨

          Put her hands ...                                             ¨

          To her eyes  ...         

          And let her bicycle coast ...

 

          Chorus + Bridge