Thank You For The Fog
(Lyrics: Falcone & Moorcock;
Music: Falcone, with A. Bouchard, Dalby, Moorcock)

Albert Bouchard: Drums, Bass Guitar, Backing Vocals
Andy Dalby: Guitars
Don Falcone: Lead & Backing Vocals, Organ, Samples (Ethnic Drums)
Michael Moorcock: Backing Vocals

Thank you for the cold air blowing
(through the time machine’s ruptured wall)
Thank you for the darkness (beyond the crack)
Thank you for the hard
man-made surface (at the water’s edge)
Thank you for the flight
(steps leading through the mist)

Thank you for the dim… light
Thank you for the fog
Thank you for the gas lamp
Thank you for the river Thames

Thank you for the alley
(it leads to shops and homes with treasures)
And the more intense light ahead
Thank you for human… figures
Thank you for the black beast
emerging from the fog

4, 3, 2, 1
“A horse,” he cried, “It is a horse!”
He had often made his own, but not an original
He heard a shout, so he shouted back,
cheering and waving his arms

The horse, he drew, so picture this!
A tall black carriage and a man with a whip…
He was shouting

And the Horse stood on its hind legs, Waving
Then a strike to his head made him… Fall down
As the horse and carriage clattered past…
and Disappeared into the fog

Do you know what happened to me?
After taking a translation pill

“Swore he was a foreigner”
Said the first to give their take
“You was knocked darn by an ‘ansom
You waved and made it rear up, didn’t you?”

Now I know what happened to me
After the painted lady helped me up

“That’s all right lovey
‘Ad one too many myself... I reckon”

A kind snoozer calls me a lord
Then dresses me up for a trip
To room and board with a
view of the river
(Thank you for the river)

Two travelling bags, he unpacks
in our room
loaded, all loaded, with empty bags
Lights go out and he disappears
Returning until each bag is full

Snoozer says it is swag
And do not call me snoozer!

Do you know what happened to me?
After smiling, and the bill was paid

A boy appears to help us
Takes our load to a carriage
I say “thank you” and tell him
They’re “full of Snoozer’s swag” (yeah)

Now I know what happened to me
After someone says “I’ve been robbed!”

And here comes a bang!
And Snoozer’s shot brings one officer down

Thank you for the cold air blowing
(through the getaway’s moving path)
Thank you for the carriage
(beyond the chase)
Thank you for the little candles burning
(in houses flying by)
Thank you for the flight
(steps leading through the mist)

Thank you for the hideaway
and nothingness
Thank you for the fog
Thank you for teaching me the rhythm
Of fear

Thank you for the noises, one morning
(they seem to be making for me)
Thank you for the strong grip
on my shoulder
Thank you for leading me
(to your paddy wagon)
Thank you for the relief
(of leaving this prison, this misery,
this past)

“Don’t thank me, lad,
They’ll ‘ang you for this one”