Manic Joy

I set out from Newquay this morning with 20 pounds in my purse to last me three weeks.  As I was walking up from Constantine Bay I was overwhelmed with the feeling of spring in the Cornish air, in the sea, in the smiles of the people walking the trail and the grass was getting greener by the mile...


Let go let go
of your heart and your soul
give out and give in
cash in the pocket's not as dear as making
live-long with your friends.
Manic joy.
Get on the beat boy.
Man its like a skip-to-the-lou
Joy division of the end.

Rich in the sun,
the smile's the fun-
the smile that I see in my heart when I walk through the rain.
Poor but not starving
got my Way of Life working
for the land and the gypsies once again.

What's the line like between a lover and friend?
Try to bring the conflict in my heart to an end.
Out on a limb:
I'd rather not be working with cash
then not be working with friends.


Let go let go
of your heart and your soul
give out and give in
cash in the pocket's not as dear as making
live-long with your friends.
Manic joy.
Get on the beat boy.
Man its like a skip-to-the-lou
Joy division of the end

Living in my means
in the warmth of the noon time
the sun's in my pocket
like a bottle of moonshine
as the summer's drawing closer and the winter
fades away behind the bend.
Got my home on my back
and the road's straight ahead.
Got a bulge in my pants
that always wants to be fed.
Put a sock on your ticket
before they go and up and cash you in.

Let go let go
of your heart and your soul
give out and give in
cash in the pocket's not as dear as making
live-long with your friends.

Manic joy.
Get on the beat boy.
Man its like a skip-to-the-lou
Joy division of the end.

Got a beast in my head
and a beast in my gut
got a heart full of gold
for the merry and the not:
Gay's not a word
it's the sunshine in your smile
when you're making live-long derry
and your Way's in the never-never end.

What a day to be poor.
What a day to be poor.
What a day not to worry about all the cash that you have got to spend.