Lucozade is an umbrella name for a series of energy and sports drinks. Originating in 1927 as the culmination of Newcastle chemist William Owen's efforts to create a source of energy for those who were sick with common illnesses, "Glucozade" was renamed Lucozade in 1929. The product was acquired by Beecham's in 1938, and the Lucozade name has since moved to several other companies in successive mergers and acquisitions. On 9 September 2013, both Lucozade and Ribena were acquired from GlaxoSmithKline by the Japanese conglomerate Suntory for £1.35 billion.
Lucozade (alongside Ribena) is produced at the Royal Forest Factory in Coleford, Gloucestershire, in the Forest of Dean, England.
"Glucozade" was first manufactured in 1927 by William Owen, a chemist based at Barras Bridge, Newcastle. Owen experimented for several years to provide a source of energy for those who were sick with common illnesses, like the common cold or influenza. It became available throughout Britain for use in hospitals under the name Glucozade. This was changed to Lucozade in 1929, and Beecham's acquired the product in 1938. By the early 1950s, Lucozade was the source of half of the company's profits.
Saints on the rise in the form of thorns,
Sermon on the mount from the fire tongues,
Satan on the lips in the form of god,
Killers in a line of the chosen ones.
The lies of angels comfort me
Still I respect their full intent
The lies of devils I'd expect
This stale inhaling Heaven's scent
Spirits chewing holes in the flesh they wait for,
Time is on the heels of the worried hearts,
Blood within the lungs of the world a whore,
Wet as the impending doom of heaven starts.
The lies of angels comfort me
Still I respect their full intent
The lies of devils I expect
And I think I can afford the rent
The lies of angels comfort me
Still I respect their full intent
The lies of devils I expect
I never said I wouldn't fall, your logic's bent
Hallowed are the names of the knowing few,
Knowing all the while their own deceit,
Stumbling on the shards of the shattered pews,
Licking at the wounds of their unclean feet.
Piercing are the screams of the lost unloved,
Shredding are the claws of the beast in page,
Lying are the hearts of the push and shoved,
Dangerous repression of sexual rage.
By and by the time will tell us all
By and by the time will tell us all to go to hell I want another chance,
But all the tallest tales of heaven
Bend my ears into a shape
so foreign Still I wait just like a child to hear Christ whispering,
"everything is alright."
And I'm here in silence, dark and all I have is doubt
to warm my hollow bones
Can you please tell me what the scent of burning heaven is.
These singed lips taste like death of angels... please.
Let it not be.
The lies of angels comfort me
Still I respect their full intent
The lies of devils I expect
This stale inhaling Heaven's scent
The lies of angels comfort me
Still I respect their full intent
The lies of devils I expect
I never said I wouldn't fall, Your logic's bent
The lies of angels comfort me
Still I respect their full intent
The lies of devils I expect And I think
I can afford the rent
The lies of angels comfort me
Still I respect their full intent
The lies of devils I expect
But bent within my faith I finally see