(Written by Banks,Collins,Gabriel,Hackett,Rutherford)
"Can you tell me where my country lies?" said the unifaun to his true love's eyes. "It lies with me!" cried the Queen of Maybe - for her merchandise, he traded in his prize.
"Paper late!" cried a voice in the crowd. "Old man dies!" The note he left was signed "Old Father Thames" - it seems he's drowned; selling England by the pound.
Citizens of Hope & Glory, Time goes by - it's 'the time of your life'. Easy now, sit you down. Chewing through your Wimpey dreams, They eat, without a sound Digesting England by the pound.
Young man says, "you are what you eat" - eat well. Old man says "you are what you wear" - wear well. You know what you are, you don't give a damn; bursting your belt that is your homemade sham.
The Captain leads his dance right on through the night - join the dance . . . Follow on! Till the Grail sun sets in the mould. Follow on! Till the gold is cold.
Dancing out with the moonlit knight, Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout. There's a fat old lady outside the saloon; laying out the credit cards she plays Fortune. The deck is uneven right from the start; and all of their hands are playing a part.
Captain leads his dance right on through the night - join the dance . . . Follow on! A Round Table-talking down we go. You're the show! Off we go with: You play the hobbyhorse, I'll play the fool. We'll tease the bull ringing round & loud, loud & round. Follow on! With a twist of the world we go. Follow on! Till the gold is cold. Dancing out with the moonlit knight, Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout.
It's one o'clock and time for lunch, When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench, I can always hear them talk.
There's always been Ethel: "Jacob, wake up! You've got to tidy your room now." And then Mister Lewis: "Isn't it time that he was out on his own?" Over the garden wall, two little lovebirds - cuckoo to you! Keep them moving blades sharp...
I know what I like, and I like what I know; getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show.
Sunday night, Mr Farmer called, said: "Listen son, you're wasting your time; there's a future for you in the fire escape trade. Come up to town!" But I remebered a voice from the past; "Gambling only plays when you're winning" - I had to thank old Miss Mort for schooling a failure. Keep them moving blades sharp...
I know what I like, and I like what I know; getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show.
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench, I can always hear them talk. Me, I'm just a lawnmower - you can tell me by the way I walk
(Written by Banks,Collins,Gabriel,Hackett,Rutherford)
The path is clear, though no eyes can see The course laid down long before And so with gods and men, the sheep remain inside their pen Though many times they've seen the way to leave
He rides majestic, past homes of men Who care not or gaze with joy To see reflected there, the trees, the sky, the lily fair The scene of death is lying just below
The mountains cut off the town from view Like a cancer growth is removed by skill Let it be revealed
A waterfall, his madrigal An inland sea, his symphony
Undinal songs urge the sailors on 'Till lured by the siren's cry...
Now as the river dissolve in sea So Neptune has claimed another soul And so with gods and men, the sheep remain inside their pen Until the shepherd leads his flock away
The sands of time were eroded by The river of constant change
Here am I Who while away the mornings Since you've gone Too long have I lain alone Not knowing which way to turn.
And there you are Quite sure that you were right Knowing full well That I'd be the first one To go down.
And you'd be the one who was laughing Except when things weren't going your way And then the lady would say that she'd had enough Wandering around on her own.
The day you left Well I think you knew you'd not be back Well at least it would seem that way Because you never said goodbye. But when it comes round to you and me I'm sure it will work out alright.
And you'd be the one who was laughing And giving me something I don't need And you know, I'd always hold you and keep you warm Oh! more fool me.
But when it comes Round to you and me I ask myself Do I really believe In your love.
(Taken from a news story concerning two rival gangs fighting over East-End Protection rights)
Along the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars - luxury cars. Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars - superscars! For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out, 'Cos they disagree on a gangland boundary. Yes, they disagree on a gangland boundary.
There's Willy Wright and his boys - one helluva noise, that's Billy's boys! With fully fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs, the Barking Slugs - supersmugs! For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out, Yes, these Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor, East end heroes got to score in...
The Battle of Epping Forest, yes it's the Battle of Epping Forest, right outside your door. No, you ain't seen nothing like it, No, you ain't seen nothing like it, Not since the Civil War.
Coming over the hill are the boys of Bill, And Johnny's lads stand very still. With the thumpire's shout, they all start to clout - There's no guns in this gentleman's bout. Georgie moves in on the outside left With a chain flying round his head; And Harold Demure, from Art Literature, Nips up the nearest tree. (Here comes the cavalry!)
Amidst the battle roar, Accountants keep the score: 10-4 They've never been alone, after getting a radiophone. The bluebells are ringing for Sweetmeal Sam, real ham, Handing out bread and jam just like any picnic picnic,picnic,picnic
It's 5-4 on William Wright; he made his pile on Derby night. When Billy was a kid, walking the streets, the other kids hid - so they did! And now, after working hard in security trade, he's got it made. The shops that need aid are those that haven't paid.
"I do my dobule-show quick!" said Mick the Prick, fresh out the nick. "I sell cheap holiday. The minute they leave, then a visit I pay - and does it pay!"
And his friend, Liquid Len by name, of Wine Women and Wandsworth fame, said "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed! I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed! Got me framed!"
They called me the Reverend when I entered the Church unstained; My employers have changed but the name has remained. It all began when I went on a tour, Hoping to find some furniture. I followed a sign - it said "Beautiful Chest." It led to a lady who showed me her best. She was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes. So she rang the bell, and quick as hell Bob the Nob came out of his job To see what the trouble was.
"Louise, is the Reverend hard to please?" "You're telling me!" "Perhaps, sir, it's not too late, We could interest you in our old-fashioned Staffordshire plate?" "Oh no, not me, I'm a man of repute." But the Devil caught hold of my soul and a voice called out "Shoot!"
To save my steeple, I visited people; For this I'd gone when I met Little John. His name came, I understood, When the judge said "You are a robbing hood." He told me of his strange foundation, Conceived on sight of the Woodstock nation; He'd had to hide his reputation. When poor, 'twas salvation from door to door. But now, with a pin-up guru every week, It's Love, Peace & Truth Incorporated for all who seek.
He employed me as a karmamechanic, with overall charms. His hands were then fit to receive, receive alms.
That's why we're in The Battle of Epping Forest, yes it's the Battle of Epping Forest, Right outside your door.
We guard your souls for peanuts, And we guard your shops and houses For just a little more Just a little more
In with a left hook is the Bethnal Green Butcher, But he's countered on the right by Mick's chain-gang fight, And Liquid Len, with his smashed bottle men, Is lobbing Bob the Nob across the gob. With his kisser in a mess, Bob seems under stress, But Jones the Jug hits Len right in the mug; And Harold Demure, who's still not quite sure, Fires acorns from out of his sling. (Here come the cavalry!)
Up, up above the crowd, Inside their Silver Cloud, done proud, The bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glass. The butler's got jam on his Rolls; Roy doles out the lot, With tea from a silver pot just like any picnic. picnic, picnic, picnic
Along the Forest Road, it's the end of the day and the Clouds roll away. Each has got its load - they'll come out for the count at the break-in of day. When the limos return for their final review, it's all through - All they can see is the morning goo. "There's no-one left alive - must be a draw." So the Blackcap Barons toss a coin to settle the score.
Home from work our Juliet Clears her morning meal. She dabs her skin with pretty smells Concealing to appeal. I will make my bed, She said, but turned to go. Can she be late for her cinema show? Cinema show?
Romeo locks his basement flat, And scurries up the stair. With head held high and floral tie, A weekend millionaire. I will make my bed With her tonight, he cries. Can he fail armed with his chocolate surprise?
Take a little trip back with father Tiresias, Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through. I have crossed betwen the poles, for me there's no mystery. Once a man, like the sea I raged, Once a woman, like the earth I gave. There is in fact more earth than sea.
Take a little trip back with father Tiresias, Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through. I have crossed betwen the poles, for me there's no mystery. Once a man, like the sea I raged, Once a woman, like the earth I gave. But there is in fact more earth than sea.
"I don't belong here," said old Tessa out loud. "Easy, love, there's the Safe Way Home." - And, thankful for her Fine Fair discount, Tess Co-operates
Still alone in o-hell-o - See the deadly nightshade grow
ENGLISH RIBS OF BEEF CUT DOWN TO 47P. LB PEEK FREANS FAMILY ASSORTED FROM 17 1/2 P to 12P FAIRY LIQUID GIANT-SLASHED FROM 20P. TO 17% 1/2 P TABLE JELLYS AT 4P EACH ANCHOR BUTTER DOWN TO 11P. FOR A 1/2 LB BIRDS EYE DAIRY CREAM SPONG ON OFFER THIS WEEK.
Watcher of the skies watcher of all His is a world alone no world is his own, He whom life can no longer surprise, Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown.
Creatures shaped this planet's soil, Now their reign has come to end, Has life again destroyed life, Do they play elsewhere, do they know more than their childhood games ? Maybe the lizard's shedded its tail, This is the end of man's long union with Earth.
Judge not this race by empty remains Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead. For now the lizard's shedded its tail This is the end of man's long union with Earth.
From life alone to life as one, Think not now your journey done For though your ship be sturdy, no Mercy has the sea, Will you survive on the ocean of being, Come ancient children hear what I say This is my parting council for you on your way.
Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars Where we have gone you know you never can go. Watcher of the skies watcher of all This is your fate alone, this fate is your own.
(Written by Banks,Collins,Gabriel,Hackett,Rutherford)
"Can you tell me where my country lies?" said the unifaun to his true love's eyes. "It lies with me!" cried the Queen of Maybe - for her merchandise, he traded in his prize.
"Paper late!" cried a voice in the crowd. "Old man dies!" The note he left was signed "Old Father Thames" - it seems he's drowned; selling England by the pound.
Citizens of Hope & Glory, Time goes by - it's 'the time of your life'. Easy now, sit you down. Chewing through your Wimpey dreams, They eat, without a sound Digesting England by the pound.
Young man says, "you are what you eat" - eat well. Old man says "you are what you wear" - wear well. You know what you are, you don't give a damn; bursting your belt that is your homemade sham.
The Captain leads his dance right on through the night - join the dance . . . Follow on! Till the Grail sun sets in the mould. Follow on! Till the gold is cold.
Dancing out with the moonlit knight, Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout. There's a fat old lady outside the saloon; laying out the credit cards she plays Fortune. The deck is uneven right from the start; and all of their hands are playing a part.
Captain leads his dance right on through the night - join the dance . . . Follow on! A Round Table-talking down we go. You're the show! Off we go with: You play the hobbyhorse, I'll play the fool. We'll tease the bull ringing round & loud, loud & round. Follow on! With a twist of the world we go. Follow on! Till the gold is cold. Dancing out with the moonlit knight, Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout.
It's one o'clock and time for lunch, When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench, I can always hear them talk.
There's always been Ethel: "Jacob, wake up! You've got to tidy your room now." And then Mister Lewis: "Isn't it time that he was out on his own?" Over the garden wall, two little lovebirds - cuckoo to you! Keep them moving blades sharp...
I know what I like, and I like what I know; getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show.
Sunday night, Mr Farmer called, said: "Listen son, you're wasting your time; there's a future for you in the fire escape trade. Come up to town!" But I remebered a voice from the past; "Gambling only plays when you're winning" - I had to thank old Miss Mort for schooling a failure. Keep them moving blades sharp...
I know what I like, and I like what I know; getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show.
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench, I can always hear them talk. Me, I'm just a lawnmower - you can tell me by the way I walk
Play me Old King Cole That I may join with you, All your hearts now seem so far from me It hardly seems to matter now.
And the nurse will tell you lies Of a kingdom beyond the skies. But I am lost within this half-world, It hardly seems to matter now.
Play me my song. Here it comes again. Play me my song. Here it comes again.
Just a little bit, Just a little bit more time, Time left to live out my life.
Play me my song. Here it comes again. Play me my song. Here it comes again.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old sould was he. So he called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
The clock, tick tock, On the matelpiece, And I want, And I fee, And I know, And i touch, The wall.
She's a lady, she's got time. Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face. She's a lady, she's mine. Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh.
I've been waiting here for so long And all this time has past me by It doesn't seem to matter now You stand there with your fixed expression Casting doubt on all I have to say Why don't you touch me, touch me, Why don't you touch me, touch me, touch me, Touch me now, now, now, now, now.....
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off. Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes. As the sound of motor cars fades in the night time, I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right. ...And it's hello babe with your guardian eyes so blue Hey my baby don't you know our love is true.
Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies. Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright, Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly. The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand. ...And it's hey babe your supper's waiting for you. Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true.
I've been so far from here, Far from your warm arms. It's good to feel you again, It's been a long long time. Hasn't it?
The Guaranteed Eternal Sanctuary Man
I know a farmer who looks after the farm. With water clear, he cares for all his harvest. I know a fireman who looks after the fire.
You, can't you see he's fooled you all. Yes, he's here again, can't you see he's fooled you all. Share his peace, Sign the lease. He's a supersonic scientist, He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man. Look, look into my mouth he cries, And all the children lost down many paths, I bet my life you'll walk inside Hand in hand, gland in gland With a spoonful of miracle, He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary. We will rock you, rock you little snake, We will keep you snug and warm.
Ikhnaton And Itsacon And Their Band Of Merry Men
Wearing feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest, We walked across the fields to see the children of the West, But we saw a host of dark skinned warriors standing still below the ground, Waiting for battle.
The fight's begun, they've been released. Killing foe for peace...bang, bang, bang. Bang, bang, bang... And they're giving me a wonderful potion, 'Cos I cannot contain my emotion. And even though I'm feeling good, Something tells me I'd better activate my prayer capsule.
Today's a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate. The order for rejoicing and dancing has come from our warlord.
How Dare I Be So Beautiful?
Wandering through the chaos the battle has left, We climb up a mountain of human flesh, To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life. A young figure sits still by a pool, He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool. (He is you) Social Security took care of this lad. We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower. A flower?
Willow Farm
If you go down to Willow Farm, to look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies Open your eyes, it's full of surprise, everyone lies, like the fox on the rocks, and the musical box. Oh, there's Mum & Dad, and good and bad, and everyone's happy to be here.
There's Winston Churchill dressed in drag, he used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag. The frog was a prince, the prince was a brick, the brick was an egg, the egg was a bird. (Fly away you sweet little thing, they're hard on your tail) Hadn't you heard? (They're going to change you into a human being!) Yes, we're happy as fish and gorgeous as geese, and wonderfully clean in the morning.
We've got everything, we're growing everything, We've got some in We've got some out We've got some wild things floating about Everyone, we're changing everyone, you name them all, We've had them here, And the real stars are still to appear.
ALL CHANGE!
Feel your body melt; Mum to mud to mad to dad Dad diddley office, Dad diddley office, You're all full of ball.
Dad to dam to dum to mum Mum diddley washing, Mum diddley washing, You're all full of ball.
Let me hear you lies, we're living this up to the eyes. Ooee-ooee-ooee-oowaa Momma I want you now.
And as you listen to my voice To look for hidden doors, tidy floors, more applause. You've been here all the time, Like it or not, like what you got, You're under the soil (the soil, the soil), Yes, deep in the soil (the soil, the soil, the soil, the soil!). So we'll end with a whistle and end with a bang and all of us fit in our places.
Apocalypse In 9/8 (Co-Starring the delicious talents of Gabble Ratchet)
With the guards of Magog, swarming around, The Pied Piper takes his children underground. Dragons coming out of the sea, Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me. He brings down the fire from the skies, You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes. Better not compromise. It won't be easy.
666 is no longer alone, He's getting out the marrow in your back bone, And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll, Gonna blow right down inside your soul. Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon, In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.
And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue, Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true, I've been so far from here, Far from your loving arms, Now I'm back again, and babe it's gonna work out fine.
As Sure As Eggs Is Eggs (Aching Men's Feet)
Can't you feel our souls ignite Shedding ever changing colours, in the darkness of the fading night, Like the river joins the ocean, as the germ in a seed grows We have finally been freed to get back home.
There's an angel standing in the sun, and he's crying with a loud voice, "This is the supper of the mighty one", Lord of Lords, King of Kings, Has returned to lead his children home, To take them to the new Jerusalem.
Watcher of the skies watcher of all His is a world alone no world is his own, He whom life can no longer surprise, Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown.
Creatures shaped this planet's soil, Now their reign has come to end, Has life again destroyed life, Do they play elsewhere, do they know more than their childhood games ? Maybe the lizard's shedded its tail, This is the end of man's long union with Earth.
Judge not this race by empty remains Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead. For now the lizard's shedded its tail This is the end of man's long union with Earth.
From life alone to life as one, Think not now your journey done For though your ship be sturdy, no Mercy has the sea, Will you survive on the ocean of being, Come ancient children hear what I say This is my parting council for you on your way.
Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars Where we have gone you know you never can go. Watcher of the skies watcher of all This is your fate alone, this fate is your own.
Play me Old King Cole That I may join with you, All your hearts now seem so far from me It hardly seems to matter now.
And the nurse will tell you lies Of a kingdom beyond the skies. But I am lost within this half-world, It hardly seems to matter now.
Play me my song. Here it comes again. Play me my song. Here it comes again.
Just a little bit, Just a little bit more time, Time left to live out my life.
Play me my song. Here it comes again. Play me my song. Here it comes again.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old sould was he. So he called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
The clock, tick tock, On the matelpiece, And I want, And I fee, And I know, And i touch, The wall.
She's a lady, she's got time. Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face. She's a lady, she's mine. Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh.
I've been waiting here for so long And all this time has past me by It doesn't seem to matter now You stand there with your fixed expression Casting doubt on all I have to say Why don't you touch me, touch me, Why don't you touch me, touch me, touch me, Touch me now, now, now, now, now.....
Watcher of the skies watcher of all His is a world alone no world is his own, He whom life can no longer surprise, Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown.
Creatures shaped this planet's soil, Now their reign has come to end, Has life again destroyed life, Do they play elsewhere, do they know more than their childhood games ? Maybe the lizard's shedded its tail, This is the end of man's long union with Earth.
Judge not this race by empty remains Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead. For now the lizard's shedded its tail This is the end of man's long union with Earth.
From life alone to life as one, Think not now your journey done For though your ship be sturdy, no Mercy has the sea, Will you survive on the ocean of being, Come ancient children hear what I say This is my parting council for you on your way.
Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars Where we have gone you know you never can go. Watcher of the skies watcher of all This is your fate alone, this fate is your own.
It's one o'clock and time for lunch, When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench, I can always hear them talk.
There's always been Ethel: "Jacob, wake up! You've got to tidy your room now." And then Mister Lewis: "Isn't it time that he was out on his own?" Over the garden wall, two little lovebirds - cuckoo to you! Keep them moving blades sharp...
I know what I like, and I like what I know; getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show.
Sunday night, Mr Farmer called, said: "Listen son, you're wasting your time; there's a future for you in the fire escape trade. Come up to town!" But I remebered a voice from the past; "Gambling only plays when you're winning" - I had to thank old Miss Mort for schooling a failure. Keep them moving blades sharp...
I know what I like, and I like what I know; getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show.
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench, I can always hear them talk. Me, I'm just a lawnmower - you can tell me by the way I walk
(Written by Banks,Collins,Gabriel,Hackett,Rutherford)
The path is clear, though no eyes can see The course laid down long before And so with gods and men, the sheep remain inside their pen Though many times they've seen the way to leave
He rides majestic, past homes of men Who care not or gaze with joy To see reflected there, the trees, the sky, the lily fair The scene of death is lying just below
The mountains cut off the town from view Like a cancer growth is removed by skill Let it be revealed
A waterfall, his madrigal An inland sea, his symphony
Undinal songs urge the sailors on 'Till lured by the siren's cry...
Now as the river dissolve in sea So Neptune has claimed another soul And so with gods and men, the sheep remain inside their pen Until the shepherd leads his flock away
The sands of time were eroded by The river of constant change
