Littmus Steampunk Lyrics

Across The Nullabor(Richard Ryall )
In eighteen hundred and seventy eight, Mr Mole did contemplate
A trip across the vast estate, on his bicycle
Packed his bag and off he went, across the sandy continent
People laughed and people said, it was quite impossible
Mr Mole was not foolhardy, and soon he left the town Coolgardie
On his way to cross the Nullabor
It wasn’t hard to make a path, he followed the line of the telegraph
And he would be the first to cross the bor
No-ones ever done it on a bicycle before
They waved him off with the National flag,with a very small kit and a waterbag
His Penny Farthing customised, nothing could compare
The sun burned down upon his skin, a thousand degrees was hitting him
He pedalled on did not give in, what the weather brought to bear
It only took thirty one days, to reach the city of Adelaide
His reputation he had made

Aftermath (Richard Ryall )
In the morning in a stolen ship she comes flying through the clouds
Steam Powered Island down below bereft of any crowd
There’s been fighting she could see and she sets her airship down
Smouldering fires whisps of smoke destruction all around
There in the distance is an open door Professor Worth is standing tall
His clothes were ragged and his skin was bruised
on the ground was a robot and the oil it oozed
He cried for help and she ran his way
She’d seen a lot of sadness from her battle days
He spoke of Pirates and of the fight
Evie knew that she was needed and would do whats right
Evie saw sweet Angeline she was missing vital parts
In her airship they could search for the cogs to fix her heart
So they set off in the sky leaving Ronnoc to guard behind
Let the ballast free the ship went north to the Isle of Wynde

 

At The Clockwork Boogie (Richard Ryall )
There was music in this town, there was singing all around it was madness
There was dancing in the streets, there was shaking to the beat there was sadness
And though the bar closes early, the barmaids never curtly She is ready
For the spotlight comes around, and shines on the band Steamcog Freddie
At clockwork boogie, the clockwork boogie, the clockwork boogie
And the joint was swinging and the crowd just rock n rolled
At the clockwork boogie, the clockwork boogie, the clockwork boogie
And the joint was swinging, while the devil just steals their souls
You get all kinds of advice, you can name any vice it is easy
It is served hot or cold, with boogie, rock n roll down and sleazy
And Gaslight Jack holds court out the back he is canny
He does deals all the time, with his partner in crime Lie Back Annie
I hear the devil laughing in the road
Fire and brimstone lightening the load
It was midnight and the air it glowed
I think the devil’s got what he’s owed

 

Circus Of Lost Souls (Richard Ryall)
Circus of lost souls, where people go, and freaks enrol
Circus of lost souls, where your heart is saved, bad deeds forgave
All are welcomed in, free from all sin, in here to begin
Time goes slow, this is where you have to go, so stay
Here we are in space, in no mans land, no mans land
Sit down and take tea, we’ll talk about, how peaceful things could be
In love, you’ll find it here inside, welcome home
Under the pale gaslight, where insects fight, and die tonight
Stories become whole, circus of lost souls, nice to see you home
We missed you well, there are things you need to tell, inside

 

Clockwork Girl (Richard Ryall)
I can remember your face on the pillow last night
I remember your brass shone bright reflecting the pale moonlight
And I looked in your eyes and I knew they weren’t real
But it didn’t change the way that I feel I crafted them with skill
And your clockwork heart, couldn’t come apart, couldn’t ever start
But its love X 3
I thought that I could build you and make you come true
As a watchmaker its something I knew but soon the plans I outgrew
Night after night when I added your coils and your springs
I waited for love in the wings to see what tomorrow would bring
As I worked away, in the cold of day, humankind I betray
But I couldn’t forgive, when I failed to make you live
There could be no more what if, I’ve let us down
More parts I need, if I want to succeed,
And if I have to bleed, to make you come around
To make you come around, to make you come around.

 

Come To The Stars Tonight (Richard Ryall )
Ahhhhhhh
Why do you want to live all by yourself
Be all alone on this Planet Earth
There are sights to see
Won’t you come to the stars with me
I’ve got the latest ship that money can buy
It does the intergalactic in seconds fly
It is your special flight
Come go through the stars tonight
If we leave together and make love in the night
We can crash on through the Cosmos and those meteorites
They are a sight to see
Won’t you come to the stars with me
Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do
Have you never been, to Jupiter
Or the planets in between
Don’t you want to know what’s out there
And see the things that I have seen x2
Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do

 

Cutpurse (Richard Ryall)
I walk the street people that I meet
I always tip me hat to the strangers that I seek
My face is bland they cannot understand
I’ve no distinguished features I am just another man
It makes me job so easy these skills that I have got
I reach into their pockets and I’ll take the bleedin lot
The treasure that I find keeps me living for a time
Puts food upon me table now is that a bloody crime
Shame about my kleptomania thankyou dear old Queen Victoria
You made this city so appatizing don’t you stand there cry y y ing
Ha ha ha Woah woah woah
I love the feel of money so I’ll always have a go
Ha ha ha Woah woah woah
I love the feel of money so I’ll always have a go
A ladys purse is very sweet
I open up the clasp and my work it is complete
The rich are rich the poor they’re poor
Don’t tell me bout the classes cos I’ve heard it all before
When I ply me trade I love the seranade
Of dodging all the coppers while I dance upon the stage
I’m nimble and I’m quick I’m built just like a stick
They can try their damdnest hardest but I won’t live in the nick
Cutpurse cutpurse I hear them crying
Shut your mouth son or you’ll be dying
Don’t be brave and try to stop me
This is my living in all its glory

 

Gaslight Man (Richard Ryall)
Gaslight man he walks around the streets
Lighting for the people on his London beat
Ah Gaslight man on the cobblestones he walks
But no-one ever sees him and no-one talks
Even when its raining he doesn’t miss a street
For he lights above the lovers on their lovers seat
Gaslight man sees things he should not see
For he comes across so quiet and lonely
Gaslight man, gaslight man, gaslight man, gaslight man
Gaslight man his life spent in the dark
Doing job and duty in Regents park
Gaslight man, with the pittance that he gets
Tries to save a penny to pay his debts
In the morning, he goes to get some food
He pulls out half a shilling things are looking good
The chimney sweeps they wave to him as they go off to work
A doff of the cap to say hello and a little friendly smirk
Gaslight man, gaslight man, gaslight man, gaslight man
Then one night in an alleyway when he brought out his light
The old brickwalls reflected the eerie sight
For not three yards away from him he saw her lying there
Clothes askew and motionless and messed up hair
Alas for him he didn’t see a shadow just behind
And his life he had a second ago declined
Eventually the coppers came but did not get involved
They put his life in a cardboard box unsolved
Gaslight man, gaslight man, gaslight man, gaslight man
Gaslight man, gaslight man, gaslight man,

 

Gentleman Jones The Barber (Richard Ryall)
Gentleman Jones he likes to wake up early
Gentleman Jones he gets his razors ready
Gentleman Jones he knows his hands are steady he’s alright
Gentleman Jones his shop door bell is ringing
Gentleman Jones his tenor voice starts singing
Gentleman Jones his comb and scissors gleaming he’s alright
Gentleman Jones eternal optimistic,
goes of to work his lovely wife he kisses
Sweat he don’t shirk, a day he never misses, oh oh
the glass is half full, thats how he always sees it,
he cuts peoples hair, his smile it never ceases
meticulous care, the customers he pleases, he’s alright
Gentleman Jones they say he has a secret
Gentleman Jones deep inside he keeps it
Gentleman Jones he has a lust he feeds it, he’s alright
And in those darkened nights,
When the shop is closed he dimly turns the lights
When the world is oh so quiet
Stories are told but the people they don’t buy it, he’s alright
Gentleman Jones
Gentleman Jones
Gentleman Jones
Gentleman Jones

 

Harbottle Grimstone (Richard Ryall)
Badada badada hey hey hey, badada badada hey hey hey
Badada badada hey hey hey, badada badada hey hey hey
When you coming back home for tea, you’re missed a lot by your family
The life you lead is so bizarre, exploring deepest Africa
The Royal Academy, said you filed for bankcruptcy
With no money for you to explore, what on Earth are you waiting for
But we wait, and we wait, and we live with your mistake
And we listen, for any word, just one word
Harbottle Grimstone, a man of courage and destiny
Explorerer all, over six feet tall, a giant amongst you and me
Harbottle Grimstone, he needs to find the key
Where did we come from, was it automaton
Did they make us first, or was it reversed
Are they still alive or died inside their homes
Badada badada hey hey hey, badada badada hey hey hey
Badada badada hey hey hey, badada badada hey hey hey
Its been ten years since we’ve heard from you
Did the jungle get you or did you carry through
We’ve had no word we’ve had no sign
All you’ve left us is endless time
But we wait, and we wait, and we live with your mistake
And we listen, for any word, just one word
Badada badada hey hey hey, badada badada hey hey hey
Badada badada hey hey hey, badada badada hey hey hey X 2

 

Have You Ever Been To War (Richard Ryall)
Have you ever been to war, have you ever been to war
There’s really not much living
And certainly no forgiving
Have you ever been to war
Around this island once was laughter, around this island once was love
Now the pirates have been beaten
And Ronnoc’s full from eating
Have you ever been to war
Have you sailed the sea in a storm, have you sailed the sea in a storm
No matter what they tell you
No calm will ever meet you
The cold can never make you warm

 

In The Witching Hour (Richard Ryall)
Where the swamp gas waits
The old sins are found
Where the flies suck your sweat
Til you feel you might drown
In the witching hour, in the witching hour,
In the witching hour, in the witching hour,
When you hear the drum
And your heart beats the same
Its the night of the fullmoon
And you hear your name
In the witching hour, in the witching hour,
In the witching hour, in the witching hour,
In the seas of hate, a boat is in full sail
And all that I can think about, is just my sorry tale
Can’t someone forgive me, can’t someone forget
It was a long long time ago, but its not over yet
Redemptions coming, redemptions coming after me
The flash of the torchlights, through mist and through fog
Water settled around your waist, the barking of the dog
In the witching hour, in the witching hour,
In the witching hour, in the witching hour,

 

Industrial Age (Richard Ryall)
When I was a young boy I saw a steam engine
So amazed at the power in its metal skin
And I swore one day I would command one
And show the world I was the transport king
Here and now and I’ve all grown up
Living off the efforts of an engine truck
The coalman shovels and I watch the pressure gauge
Cos I’m living the Industrial Age, (Industrial Age X 3)
Ahhhhh Ahhhh Ahhhhhh
Cos I’m living the Industrial Age, (Industrial Age X 3)
And those iron rails they took me through England
Along the coast and to the Copper Hills
Saw the pastures green but I was like lightning
Sped along till I reached the Textile Mills
Here and now and I’ve all grown up
Living off the efforts of an engine truck
The coalman shovels and I watch the pressure gauge
I feel the power deep in my heart
There’s a pipe inside where the steaming starts
The train it is my counterpart
My life is like a railway cart
I feel the power deep in my heart
There’s a pipe inside where the steaming starts
The train it is my counterpart
My life is like a railway cart
Industrial Age X 6

 

Journey To Wynde (Richard Ryall)
Lets point our ship and face it to the north
The gauges set and marked we won’t lose course
For our journey to the Wynde seems far away
with prevailing winds we’ll get there in half a day
With precision touch our captain flies
To help our course before our shipmate dies
No rain and storm can slow us we won’t take no surprise
Till our destination has been realised
We’re on a journey a journey to Wynde X 4
Angeline is looking rather low
Her cogs and springs are turning very slow
The seagulls indicate we’re not to far
We cut through clouds and wind just like a scar
And she has seen much better times
She sang me songs with the sweetest of rhymes
We loved and danced and drank fine wines
I miss those special times
Journey journey journey

 

Living In A Clockwork Town(Richard Ryall)
When I was a young man, my Ma said to me
This is your life do whatever you please
Don’t let your father dictate what you’ll be
For he is an Airman and you should be free
Its been a long long time I’ve travelled in an Airship far from home
Its been a long long time I’ve travelled
Now I’m living, living in a Clockwork Town
Now I’m living, yeah in a Clockwork Town
Had my share of troubles that a young man could get
Stinking up bars and soaking up sweat
A life of an Airman is always in debt
Can’t you see, this is not a life for me
I woke up one night when into my head
Was the words of wisdom that my old Ma said
Always treat the world with good things in mind
Don’t leave all your bad sins to fester behind
It took me a long time for my mind to see
I left my old shipmates The Great 33
Would I survive there was no guarantee
Can’t you see, this is not a life for me
Its been a long long time I’ve travelled in an Airship far from home

 

Made Of Nothing But Dreams ( Richard Ryall)
People define us and history defies us its true its a road that I take
I look on in anguish around me are vanquished deep down you know my
heart breaks
Almost importantly things are a mystery so it is written its said ooooh
Sometimes I’m ragged and others I handle it so it is written its said
I got out of my bed
You can enter my world but remember you’re told nothing can be what it seems
Plenty of lovers have been in these covers I’m the maid of nothing but dreams
Don’t be despairing I’ve never stop caring I treat you all equally well
Come to my arms and I’ll touch your sweet charms make pleasure to this body
I sell
Its been such a long time I’ve shared all my lifetime with strangers and fellows and
boys
Some are remembered and some are dismembered and some are only useful as toys
Some give a ring to me some cause me misery some make their jealousy sing
Ooooh
And over the years I have battled their tears each have a memory to bring
oooooh
I’m the maid I’m the maid I’m the maid
Of nothing but dreams X 3

 

Miss Angeline (copyright Richard Ryall)
Miss Angeline, you drive me crazy
Oh Miss Angeline, I don’t mean maybe
Oh Miss Angeline, won’t you be my baby
Come and walk with me
I’ll take you where the sun always shines
And where the rain won’t fall
I‘ll treat you as my steampunk girl
And I’ll be your Parsaval
You’ll have no worries, well I’ll see to that
Our life will be a dance
I’ll take you flying I’ll take you up high
In an airship full of chance
And if our times get hard my dear
I’ll never let you go
And if you think that I don’t love you
I’ll let you know
Miss Angeline, you drive me crazy
Oh Miss Angeline, I don’t mean maybe
Oh Miss Angeline, won’t you be my baby
Come and walk with me

 

New Boots And Blood (Richard Ryall)
They pointed to the ground and they told me I should dig
Till I could not dig no more
They said this is your new home son
Better make it last for all the war
And this is where I lived through all the mud and filth
Do they know I still exist
I’ve not heard from anyone maybe I’ve been missed
And then the flares are fired in the air a red light shines around
A whistle blows in the distant holes and my head is filled with sound
They gave me new boots and blood
Thats what a soldier needs to fight for his country
New boots and blood
Running on the battlefield thinking of my family
When I ran a hundred feet they said it was complete
So I had to dig some more
I heard the same old story told how I should learn to love the war
My rifles not been fired since I came into this land
All my bullets are still quite clean
I’ve not seen any human being
Which makes my effort more obscene
And if there’s anyone out there I want to know your name
And is your job just like mine and do we dig the holes the same

 

Old Nic and Billy Bones ( Richard Ryall)
Have you seen the grown men try to run the government
Billy looks around and he laughs with glee
Old Nic just deals the cards he doesn’t need to shuffle them
He knows what we’ll be facing in the century
And can we live throughout these troubles, reading all the papers with expectancy
And I can never shake this feeling, it really does depend upon you and me
Don’t go looking for Old Nic and Billy Bones
Theyre watching you
Don’t go looking for Old Nic and Billy Bones
They’re content and waiting, You know that they are waiting
You know that they are waiting underground
hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
If you take advice then listen to the shadow men
You’ll find them in their graves in Kentish Town
Things can change, if you’re really one of them
But Old Nic and Billy, they lie back down
Its not to late don’t ever think that, it can only be a problem if you let it so
For I have seen the future and its nice and peaceful, Old Nic and Billy Bones can
stay in hell
So just relax in uncertainty, have yourself a biscuit and a nice cup of tea
Wear your best slippers to the shops you’ll agree
Cos living in this country is the best place to be………………………..e

 

Parallel Stories (Richard Ryall)
Imagine waking up tomorrow
and all the musics disappeared
and in its place was lots of sorrow
and old men smoke with scraggy beards
And tanks and guns and infantry
Patrolling all the streets of liberty
And in the sky an airship travels
With the pilot half asleep he’s had two barrels
And you go to sleep you make other people weep
And you live past glories in parallel stories
Sometimes your dreams they can be fatal
Living in your house without a care
Swimming in the water if your able
In the high street clothed in underwear
And nothing really seems to matter
You’re as mad as a mad mad hatter
And the time says its quarter to seven
You eat some ice cream to get to heaven
And you go to sleep you make other people weep
And you live past glories in parallel stories
And everybody looks so scared
And some of the girls are losing hair
You think you’ve never been so happy
You dream of politicians wearing nappies

 

Professor Harry Worth ( Richard Ryall)
Professsor Worth he works all night the only light is a dim gaslight
He’s changed his plans so many times cogs and gears are all cleaned of grime
Checks the springs and adjusts the piston rings
Winds her heart from the start attches the very last part and the wiring
Harry Worth he’s gone and done gone and built an automaton
And he’s called her Angeline she is the clockwork of his dreams
And through all his previous tries he’s made a girl with sparkling eyes
But she’s silent as the night and he can never ever make it right
And he is tired so very tired this is the fourth time he has tried
He rests his head upon his bench and dreams the dreams of a man content
When he wakes he checks the plans for any mistakes
But it all seems so fine he’s gonna wind her up this time this time
When her eyes were finally opened and she turned her head to view
Deep inside he could see nothing
But his clockwork girl she has come true so now its up to you

 

Ronnoc (10 Thousand Feet Below) Richard Ryall
In the darkest depths of the greatest sea
Centuries old or so its been told Ronnoc he sleeps so easy
No-one ever knows what he does with the lives that he’s taken from
this world and drowned them
All the sailors know if he wants your soul there’s nothing you can do to stop him
And he sleeps, and he waits,
for men will make mistakes,
and he opens up his eyes
10 thousand feet below, 10 thousand feet below,
10 thousand feet below, 10 thousand feet below,
Ahhhhhh
10 thousand feet below, 10 thousand feet below,
10 thousand feet below, 10 thousand feet below,
Hunger is coming its angry for a battle on the sea and it wakes him
Ronnoc extends his eight big arms and the water around him is boiling
As he slowly sees the surface the light irritates his eyes
And the creatures above him stop fighting for they know what this sight implies

 

Rool Britannia ( Chap Hop) (Richard Ryall)
Lets all go down to the night of the proms/ we’ll drink an ale and sing our song
O’Shaunessys ode is a gallant story/ we’ll fashion us an empires glory
Never never never we hear you yell/ its 12 0’clock on the old ships bell
Victorian times it was the thing/ to stand and shout God Save The Queen
Rool Britannia
Britain rools it rools the waves, Britain rools it rools OK
Rool Britannia
There she stands with sword and shield there she stands she will not yield
Rooool Britannia
English classes and English knobs/ none of them have got real jobs
Whatever happened to this deep green land/ the common good and the common man
When wars are fought and wars are won/ we become the countries favourites son
Lets stand together let us unite/ for England rools and it rools alright
I say anyone for tiffen? For sure old chap
Cucumber sandwiches? Oh rather
Who’ll make the tea? Oh I can old bean
Well can I be mother Certainly old chap
Land of hope and glory mother of the sea
Land of hope and glory mother of the sea
There’ll always be an England and England shall be free
There’ll always be an England lads and England shall be free
We did bad things you should complain atrocities in the English name
But us peasant folk we copped it to they trod us down with their leather shoe
But rise up rise up stop the hate lets all get off this dirty plate
Its not to hard if we stand together its raining now good English weather

 

RT 64 (Richard Ryall)
Living in a castle on the Isles of Wynde sending out ships to do her crimes
For her these are the best of times this is the life she leads
Wealth and treasure is her cause taken from some foreign shores
Pirates flag and pirates wars this is the life she needs
RT 64 the skies never seen such a pirate queen
She’s killed many men ten score
RT 64 her mechanical heart sets her apart
She’s someone you can’t ignore, can’t ignore
Her empire is so vast and wide her airships constant by her side
If she hunts you down you cannot hide this is the life she leads
In her captains chair she crushes those stand with her and fight her foes
She can’t be beat I don’t suppose this is the life she needs
Load up your air machine
Heat the coal and make some steam
Prime the cannons and beware
Let us see whats out there

 

Say Goodbye To Steampunk (I Don’t Think So!) (Richard Ryall)
We live a generation when things were pure
When all the men and ladies dressed in fine couture
We entertained each other with music of our choice
We praised the word of Steampunk and we praised it with our voice
When times were tough well we held fast, our promise we kept true
By train and sky through wet and dry to bring our message to you
Just say goodbye to rock n roll
Just say goodbye to disco
Just say goodbye your to dub and soul
But say goodbye to Steampunk,…… I don’t think so
Woah, I don’t think so, Woah, I don’t think so,
Our science may confuse you but if you just pay attention
Victorian garb is our calling card steam powers our best intention
And we can fly in the clear blue sky the airships safe and calm
We can travel far on the great Victoire if we grease the captains palm
Lets start a small and peaceful revolution we’ll fly the flag of steam
And if you follow your lives will be fulfilled, and you can live our dream
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye X 2

 

She Writes Books (Richard Ryall)
She writes books about a time
She has ink on her fingers a message in her heart
There’s blood on the pillow from her brand new start
She writes books in a dream
With nothing but the gaslight to shine on the walls
She looks to the window and she hears the call
Bye bye bye bye bye she hears X 3
Bye
Old times, better times
Listens to the children with their nursery rhymes
Here comes the chopper to chop off your head
Gentlemen are well and good
She’d like to have one if she only could
But she can bide her time there’s love in her books

 

Sky Pirates (Richard Ryall)
Travelling across this world, plundering on our lips
We’re seeking wealth and fortune and any lonely ships
The crew are steadfast tough and true there isn’t any doubt
That when there’s fighting needed we can let the tigers out
There’s Gold, there’s jewels we can taste them in the air
You can hide them if you like but we can always find them there
There’s drinking, there’s singing sometimes a little love
There’s nothing in this great big world that we’re unworthy of
We’re just the sky pirates sky pirates looking for war
We’re just the sky pirates sky pirates looking for war
We’re just the sky pirates sky pirates looking for war
And none of us are bad men we’re just the diplomatic corps
Don’t ever think of crossing us we know how that would end
You shouldn’t end up thinking you can ever be a friend
There’s no-one in this continent more powerful than us
You have to take my word on it you have to take my trust
Searching, searching our navigator knows
There’s tingling on his neck hairs and dancing twixt his toes
Out there, out there we steer ourselves far north
Every single lookout is scanning back and forth
In the clouds its oh so quiet our engines the only noise
And if you hear our airship, your home we will destroy
And we are never mean and cruel our best we always try
Nah don’t ever listen to me for I always tell a lie

 

Its Stanley I Presume (Richard Ryall)
And its Stanley I presume
He’s a traveller in time he’s not like me and you
When he wakes the day can be momentus but he’s got no control
Don’t know how the dice will roll
And everything is new
The past and the future they blur into his view
Has no friends, wonders where the journey ends
The things he’s seen he questions his own sanity
Ever since when he had made his machine
This universe appeared to him
Travelled time like he was on a train
Just a natures strange pilgrim
And time became his playground
There was nothing he could not see
Past and future they had bonded
In his own chronology
And its Stanley I presume
He’s a traveller in time he’s not like me and you
When he wakes the day can be momentus but he’s got no control
Don’t know how the dice will roll
And everything is new
The past and the future they blur into his view
Has no friends, wonders where the journey ends
The things he’s seen he questions his own sanity
Airships Starships he has seen them all
The rise of clockwork and of steam
Civilisations they always fall
No matter how big they make the machines
He can’t be involved though
He can only view
Reduced to just a watcher
Watching me and you

 

The First Female Airship Gunner (Richard Ryall)
She was the first to enlist of course
She stood at the front of the queue
Cut her hair short she was self taught
She’s a girl who has something to prove
They gave her a uniform it didn’t quite fit
Way to much space in the pants
Reasons were told it made her feel cold
Navy gunner was her circumstance
She’s the first female airship gunner
In a job full of angry young men
When the ship left the ground thats when she found
That she’d never be a woman again
Her and her crew were sent to the war
Took a picture before they had left
They stood proud and tall one one and all
Thats her in the gunners blue vest
In an armada made up of twenty nine craft
Off to battle they flew
In the belly of a giant her guns were defiant
She knew what her job had to do
She counted the hours till the fight was engaged
Saw the first ships burst into flame
Scared as she was her heart beat with force
But her mind wouldn’t ever remain
Soon the smoke cleared but no-one could say
If victory was made on which side
Some airships came home and the crew were alone
But something was missing inside

 

The Gadgeteer (copyright Richard Ryall(music)/ Karen J Carlisle (words)
Roll up, Roll up and, come and cheer all hail all hail, The Gadgeteer
Roll up, Roll up and, come and cheer all hail all hail, The Gadgeteer
All Hail
Roll up, Roll up one and all, marvel at what’s in store:
Balloons suspended in the air welcome to the Great World Fair.
Helpful inventions science galore the future’s here see what’s in store
Roll up, Roll up and, come and cheer all hail all hail, The Gadgeteer
Roll up, Roll up and, come and cheer all hail all hail, The Gadgeteer
All Hail All Hail All Hail All Hail All Hail All Hail All Hail All Hail
Cogs will whir and pistons pound never mind the dreadful sound.
They’ll help you cook, bake and boil relieve you of your drudging toil.
Mechanicals powered by brass and steam making household chores a dream
Take your ease and cure your ills it’ll only cost a few small bills
Come one come all both young and old
Come one come all I’ve a story to be told

 

The Grand Guignol Hotel (Richard Ryall)
The strangest place I’ve ever seen is an old hotel
Rustic brown on the edge of town its well worn down
There’s only ever movement at night
And it shines with an Infrared light
And things walk like a spider might, so secretly
I went there once and sat in silence near the foyer door
Windows dark boarded up I’d never noticed before
I heard something walking along
Dragging its leg it was wrong
Gears falling one by one, it looked so wrong
There’s a place for you tomorrow
When your gears have all run smooth
Automatons go hide their sorrow
At the Grand Guignol Hotel at the Grand Guignol Hotel
Every night I’d sit and watch as they’d go in
End of time when they’d run down death could begin
I found looking at them was hard
As they entered the dying graveyard
Broken down and practically scarred, is this their reward
There was nothing that I could do
They marched one by one and two by two
They were old in disrepair
Inside I hoped nirvana was waiting there

 

The Great Idea (Richard Ryall)
Wandering about his beach, with the thoughts inside his head
The metal shoreline’s covered with flotsam from what’s ahead
A brief inspection taken but his eyes make a second look
Washed up on the bow is a leathered battered book
And he picks it from the sea
And he opens the pages tenderly
Inside there’s a story he’s never read before
About a man and a monster and their personal war
Then the light goes on inside him his answers are in this book
And he hurried back to his lab for a proper look
Each page is carefully noted he has the great idea
For to build the perfect monster with clockwork gears
He works so feverishly he has all the parts he needs
His plans and blueprints drawn he’s sure he can succeed
He works all day and night lost all sense of time
No more lonely days he can kiss them all goodbye
Professor Harry Worth
Greatest inventor ever on Earth
If anyone could do it, it was he
But failure after failure couldn’t find the key
He was personally exhausted but he had that great idea
The end was getting closer that became quite clear
The mechanics came too easily but the life spark wouldn’t show
He needed something special to make it grow
Oh no
He’d work all day and he’d work all night
He’d work all day and he’d work all night
Oh no

 

The Great Ships Boilers (Richard Ryall)
I work the great ships boilers, its very hard you see
With a shovel on me back and me own steam pack
Its where I want to be
I work on the great ships boilers, we’re called the 33
For we all take turn to watch coal burn
And the wind becomes……….. becomes our sea
And the Captain of this airship, he’s as fine as any can be
He treats us well and as far as I can tell
While we fly the Galallee
He looks down there upon the ground, and navigates the hill
And we can outrun any Naval gun, who tries to make a kill
When we have finished plundering, the Empires pitiful ships
The Captain turns us round for home, and we make speed for it
And us boiler men we shovel hard, and burn the dirty coal
For we know when we come to land, the Captain will give us what we stole
When I’m finally at home
And I get to see my son
And he whispers in my ear
That when he grows up, he wants to be a boiler man
Oh a boiler man Ooh Ooh a Boiler man

 

The Last Kraken (Richard Ryall)
There he sleeps in the dark dark sea
The last of the Kraken alone is he
The sea floors scattered with old mens bones
The slumbering giant with Davey Jones
In the seven seas he is but one, and the Krakens reign is nearly done
For men with iron ships of war, have killed all Kraken that came before
From their mighty airships they looked down
To spy the shadow of Nero’s crown
This is no life for him to know
The glorious king has been dethroned
With one last charge to the passing ships
He dies while fighting his apocalypse
In the seven seas he is but one, and the Krakens reign is nearly done
For men with iron ships of war, have killed all Kraken that came before
From their mighty airships they looked down
To spy the shadow of Nero’s crown
There he slept in the dark dark sea
The last of the Kraken alone was he
Gone gone all the Kraken are gone x 10

 

The Silver Occulus (Richard Ryall)
Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you glad tidings
For an invention I hold in my hands
It will change your perception and change your direction
And help you in all things thats grand
Sir please come forward for you could be the first
To amaze in this occulus I wish you to gaze
Can you see your future see all thats before you
I swear that you’ll walk away changed
The great silver occulus, fantastical occulus, its made for people like you
The great silver occulus magnificent occulus
Your future it helps you to view, helps you to view
Madam are you single look deep and you’ll find
A mans visage for he thinks that loves blind
A name shall appear and you’ll see it quite clear
That your futures quite rosy from here
But none of them knows that this occulus grows
And it gathers all their happiness for me
For inside the silver box with its springs, wires and cogs
I shall steal all their lives…….just wait and see

 

The Watchmaker (Richard Ryall)
In a barely lit workshop on Candle Lane
Worked a craftsman without constrain
For watches were built for the Gentlemans game
Mathew works alone by the windowpane
Oooh X 3
The owner said to him when he retires
That Mathew would inherit all that he desires
That the shop would be his and his alone
But years have gone by and its taking to long
Oooh X 3
Then one night it happened he had an idea
The only way he knew of to make his career
He built a perfect watch with gears made of gold
And took it to the owner who said it can’t be sold
Oooh X 3
The owner scoffed at Mathew and shamed him on the spot
Extravagance is not a virtue or had he forgot
For gold is way to soft and it cannot keep the time
Thats when Mathew first thought of the crime
Oooh X 3
His head started spinning
Nightime was bad dreams
He couldn’t stop thinking of foolish extremes
Its been 4 months since that day and Mathew owns it now
The owner up and died and nobody knows how
There could have been an inkling a twinkling in his eye
But Mathew is the only one, who knows why
Oooh X 4

 

Volle Kraft Voraus (Richard Ryall)
A Steamship no more finer than she, was Germanys treasure and its nominee
I know, I know
Could she steam around the world, win the race for all her countries soul
I know, I know
The flag was dropped and off to sea, was the SS Empire Energy
I know, I know
Four strong boilers with many hands, powerful props and two Brass bands
I know, I know
Volle Kraft Vorhaus
Thats what the Captain said
Volle Kraft Vorhaus
Full steam, full steam ahead.
Full steam, full steam ahead.
Mid Atlantic the French turned around, frightened that they would all drown
I know, I know
The Russians too they fared worse affected by Bermudas curse
I know, I know
When the hurricane formed not one brave crew member was warned
One hour later they were gone gone gone but their ghost ship it still goes on
In the middle of the night you can hear the Captains cry
We will win this race or die die die for we are Germans and must try

 

We Launched Our Rocket (Richard Ryall)
When the bastards laughed at us and called us stupid
When they said that we would die in the attempt
We forced our anger into something
Something that would show them our contempt
We said that we would land upon the moon
Our rocket ship would leave that afternoon
The Tesla coils were charged and full ignited
The gravity of earth is what we fighted
We launched our rocket woah we launched our rocket
With smoke and steam we travelled through the sky
The roar enormous woah the roar enormous
With rivits lost we said our last goodbye.
When we reached orbit and levelled off
Folks down below, we felt cutoff
Out of the windows we view Earths shiny sea
We settled down and had a cup of tea.
Congratulations was passed round the ship
How good are we I heard the Captain quip
We now are famous how could we be forgot
In our grand spaceship the Titanic dreadnought
We made good headway the moon was just ahead
Make plans for landing thats what the Captain said
We are the first men to leave our world
Think of the stories that will be told
Then all at once…..the gauges said
There could be something…not far ahead
We couldn’t see….how could we know
What a rock the size of us it could bestow
In a blind panic we turned the ship to fast
And our engine full of steam let out a gasp
Our flywheel cog the teeth were fully stripped
That was the end of our Titanic ship

 

When I was Your Boy (Richard Ryall)
When I was your boy, I could have been anything
You gave me all my thoughts and dreams
You made me feel safe
When I was your boy, I started off innocent
You made me magnificent
Can’t thank you enough
When I was your boy, you showed me what love could mean
You read it from your magazine
You taught me so much
When I was your boy
When I was your boy
You gave me strong arms and legs
You gave me such a pretty head
When I was your boy
When I was your Android, Android, Android, Android

 

When We Dream Of Steam (Richard Ryall)
When we dream of steam, when we dream of steam
We will enter a golden age, power to command at every stage
Miracles will leave the magic cage, when we dream of steam
When we dream of steam, they’ll be wonders that we’ve never seen
We won’t recognise this place, chance will come to the human race
Man can fly to Outer Space, when we dream of steam
When we dream of steam, our lives will shine and gleam
Children abound without a frown, smiles on faces all around
Wealth will come from out the ground, when we dream of steam
When we dream of steam, science will be king
Flying machines and submarines, robots that sing and talking machines
Science improves all of Natures things, when we dream of steam
When we dream of steam, our world can be anything
Riches will be ours as poverty sours, the streets will be gold but not our souls
They’ll be miles and miles of seas, of factories
And the stars will shine brighter than they’ve ever been
When we dream of steam, when we dream of steam, when we dream of steam.