Steve Hackett [콰이어트 월드]

The streets were deserted though the police were alerted,
They considered the phone call a hoax.
Furtively glancing then jauntily prancing
The youth caught the guards unaware.

Slipping between them he ought to have seen then
The eyes and their owner so near.
With torch shining bright he strode on in the night
Till he came to the room with the safe.

"Hello son, I hope you're having fun."
"You've got it wrong Sir, I'm only the cleaner."
With that he fired, the other saying as he died,
"You've done me wrong," it's the same old song forever.

Robbery, assault and battery,
The felon and his felony.
Robbery, assault and battery,
The felon and his felony.

He picked up the diamonds and bundles of fivers
He pushed them well down in his sack.
But the alarm had been sounded, he was completely surrounded
But he had some more tricks up his sleeve.

"Come outside with your hands held high."
"You'll not get me alive Sir, I promise you that Sir.
With that he fired, the other saying as he died
"You've done me wrong," it's the same old song forever.

Robbery, assault and battery,
The felon and his felony.
Robbery, assault and battery,
The felon and his felony.

"He's leaving via the roof, the bastard's got away.
God always fights on the side of the bad man.
Bad man. Bad man"

"I've got clean away but I'll be back some day,
Just the combination will have changed.
Some day they'll catch me, to a chain they'll attach me,
But until that day I'll ride the old crime wave.

If they try to hold me for trial
I'll stay out of gaol by paying my bail
And after I'll go to the court of appeal saying
"You've done me wrong," it's the same old song forever."

Done me wrong - same old song - done me wrong
Done me wrong - same old song - done me wrong
Done me wrong - same old song - done me wrong

(Written by Tony Banks/Phil Collins/Mike Rutherford/Steve Hackett)

< Instrumental >

Bored of the life in the city of gold
He'd left and let nobody know.
Gone were the towers he had known from a child,
Alone with the dream of a life
He travelled the wide open road,
The blinkered arcade,
In search of another to share in his life.
Nowhere.
Everyone looked so strange to him.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried

And wept as they led him away to a cage
'Beast that can talk' read the sign.
The creatures they pushed and they proddes his frame
And questioned his story again.
But soon they grew bored of their prey
Beast that can talk?
More like a freak or publicity stunt.
Oh
No.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried

And broke down the door of the cage and marched on out.
He grabbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, pointing out:
There, beyond the bounds of your weak imagination
Lie the noble towers of my city, bright and gold.
Let me take you there and show you a living story
Let me show you others such as me
Why did I ever leave?

They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And wept.

And so we set out with the beast and his horns
And his crazy description of home.
After many days journey we cam to a peak
Where the beast gazed abroad and cried out.
We followed his gaze and we thought maybe we saw
A spire of gold ~ no, a trick of the eye that's all.
But the beast was gone and a voice was heard:

They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried

Hello friend, welcome home.

(Written by Tony Banks)

Like the dust that settles all around me,
I must find a new home
The ways and holes that used to give me shelter
Are all as one to me now.

But I, I would search everywhere
Just to hear your call,
And walk upon stranger roads than this one
In a world I used to know before
I miss you more.

Then the sun reflecting off my pillow,
Bringing the warmth of new life.
And the sounds that echoed all around me,
I caught a glimpse of in the night
But now, now I've lost everything,
I give to you my soul,
The meaning of all that I believed before
Escapes me in this world of none, no thing, no one.

And I would search everywhere
Just to hear your call,
And walk upon stranger roads than this one,
In a world I used to know before
For now I've lost everything,
I give to you my soul.
The meaning of all that I believed before
Escapes me in this world of none,
I miss you more.

(Written by Tony Banks)

Like the dust that settles all around me,
I must find a new home
The ways and holes that used to give me shelter
Are all as one to me now.

But I, I would search everywhere
Just to hear your call,
And walk upon stranger roads than this one
In a world I used to know before
I miss you more.

Then the sun reflecting off my pillow,
Bringing the warmth of new life.
And the sounds that echoed all around me,
I caught a glimpse of in the night
But now, now I've lost everything,
I give to you my soul,
The meaning of all that I believed before
Escapes me in this world of none, no thing, no one.

And I would search everywhere
Just to hear your call,
And walk upon stranger roads than this one,
In a world I used to know before
For now I've lost everything,
I give to you my soul.
The meaning of all that I believed before
Escapes me in this world of none,
I miss you more.

(Written by Tony Banks)

Like the dust that settles all around me,
I must find a new home
The ways and holes that used to give me shelter
Are all as one to me now.

But I, I would search everywhere
Just to hear your call,
And walk upon stranger roads than this one
In a world I used to know before
I miss you more.

Then the sun reflecting off my pillow,
Bringing the warmth of new life.
And the sounds that echoed all around me,
I caught a glimpse of in the night
But now, now I've lost everything,
I give to you my soul,
The meaning of all that I believed before
Escapes me in this world of none, no thing, no one.

And I would search everywhere
Just to hear your call,
And walk upon stranger roads than this one,
In a world I used to know before
For now I've lost everything,
I give to you my soul.
The meaning of all that I believed before
Escapes me in this world of none,
I miss you more.

"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

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It's Scrambled Eggs

Loving Couple:
I can't see you but I know you're there.
Got to get beside you cos it's really cold out here.
Come up close to me you'll soon be warm.
Hold me tightly like we're sheltering from a storm.

Mouse:
Think I might go out for a stroll
Into the night, and out of this hole.
Maybe find me a meal.
Walking along this new shag pile
Presents a problem all the while.
Nearly the door.

Suddenly he bumps into wood, the door is closed.
A voice from the bed, he'll be exposed.
Which way to run, must make for the hole,
The light's been turned on, he's blind as a mole in coal.

Now I can see they're coming at me,
They've blocked off my door, I haven't a chance in hell.

Couple:
Come on baby let the poor thing go.
I'm not sleeping with that thing around here, no.
Alright then, I'll fetch a box from below,
Guard him carefully, they're very quick you know.

Mouse:
The door's been opened, my chance to escape.
Must run out quick, better sorry than late.
I'm out on the stairs.
They won't catch me now, I've the run of the house now.
I'll make it downstairs and into the breadbin.
That would be nice.

Suddenly he bumps into fur, that's very unwise,
A cat is much quicker than men and their eyes.
The chase that ensues can have only one end,
Unless outside help steps in for our friend in need.

But now the cat comes in for the kill,
His paw is raised, soon blood will spill, yes it will.

Cat:
Hard luck mouse, this is the end of your road.
The signpost says inside me, let me bear your heavy load.

But it's not to be, that final pounce
Knocks a jar upon his head, and lays him out.

But it's all in a mouse's night
To take on all those who would fight.

Cat's Story:
There I was with my back to the wall,
Then comes this monster mouse, he's ten feet tall,
With teeth and claws to match.
It only took one blow.

All the pumping's nearly over for my sweet heart,
This is the one for me.
Time to meet the chef,
O boy! running man is out of death.
Feel cold and old, it's getting hard to catch my breath.
It's back to ash, 'now you've had your flash boy'
The rocks, in time, compress
Your blood to oil,
Your flesh to coal,
Enrich the soil,
Not everbody's goal.

Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse,
But I'm sure I hear a train.
O boy! I don't even feel no pain -
I guess I must be driving myself insane.
Damn it all! Does earth plug a hole in heaven,
Or heaven plug a hole in earth - 'how wonderful to be so
Profound,
When everything you are is dying underground.'

I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow,
I could have been exploded in space
Different orbits for my bones
Not me, just quietly buried in stones.
Keep the deadline open with my maker!
See me stretch; for God's elastic acre
The doorbell rings and it's
"Good morning Rael
So sorry you had to wait,
It won't be long, yeh!
She's very rarely late."

I see faces and traces of home back in New York City -
So you think I'm a tough kid?
Is that what you heard?
And well I like to see some action and it gets into my blood.
They call me the trail blazer - Rael - electric razor
I'm the pitcher in the chain gang, we don't believe in pain
'Cos we're only as strong, as we're only as strong, as the weakest link in the chain.
Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen,
I had to get it out of me, if you know what I mean, what I mean.

You say I must be crazy, 'cos I don't care who I hit, who I hit.
But I know it's me that's hitting out and I'm not full of shit.
I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who I do wrong.
This is your mess I'm stuck in, I really don't belong.
When I take out my bottle, filled up high with gasoline,
You can tell by the night fires where Rael has been, has been.

As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, but me.
Held my heart, deep in hair,
Time to shave, shave it off, it off.

No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!

Off we go. Off we go.
Off we go. Off we go.

You're sitting in your comfort you don't believe I'm real,
You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel.
Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash,
But it was mine in the first place, so I'll burn it to ash.
And I've tasted all the strongest meats,
And laid them down in coloured sheets.
Laid them down in coloured sheets.
Who needs illusion of love and affection
When you're out walking in the streets with your mainline
Connection? connection.

As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, but me.
Held my heart, deep in hair,
Time to shave, shave it off, it off.

No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!

(Written by Phil Collins/Steve Hackett)

Dark and grey, an English film, the Wednesday Play
We always watch the Queen on Christmas Day,
Won't you stay?

Though your eyes see shipwrecked sailors you're still dry
The outlook's fine though Wales might have some rain
Saved again.

Let's skip the news boy (I'll make some tea)
Arabs and Jews boy (too much for me)
They get me confused boy (puts me off to sleep)
And the thing I hate - Oh Lord!
Is staying up late, to watch some debate, on some nation's fate.

Hypnotised by Batman, Tarzan, still surprised!
You've won the West in time to be our guest
Name your prize!

Drop of wine, a glass of beer dear what's the time?
The grime on the Tyne is mine, all mine, all mine.
Five past nine.

Blood on the rooftops - Venice in the Spring
The Streets of San Francisco - a word from Peking
The trouble was started - by a young Errol Flynn
Better in my day - Oh Lord!
For when we got bored, we'd have a world war, happy but poor

So let's skip the news boy (I'll go make that tea)
Blood on the rooftops (too much for me)
When old Mother Goose stops - and they're out for 23
Then the rain at Lords stopped play
Seems Helen of Troy has found a new face again.

Echoes of the Broadway Everglades,
With her mythical madonnas still walking in their shades;
Lenny Bruce, declares a truce and plays his other hand.
Marshall Mcluhan, casual viewin' ead buried in the sand.
Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ship sailing.
Groucho, with his movies trailing, stands alone with his
punchline failing.
Klu Klux Klan serve hot soul food as the band plays 'In the
Mood'
The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand, there's a smell of
peach blossom and bitter almonde.
Caryl Chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade, he knows
In a scent, you can bottle all you made.
There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes, smiling at the
Majorettes smoking Winston Cigarettes.
And as the song and dance begins, the children play at home
with needles; needles and pins.

Walking along the Camino Royale
The Mississippi sighs
Soft in the night when the wind starts to rise
And I'm lifted high around the corner
So I spin
Fast as a ride at the fair
Like a snake that flies through the air
When I cry enough I'm fired from a gun
And thrown through the doors

Only the fool learns to get through
Only the fool learns to get through

Ahead I see candles floating in pails
Each placed upon a chair
Into a tent where they turn round the bend
Through a kitchen leading to a staircase
Now I stop
Seems that I've been led astray
There are no new answers today
This road is blocked
Only the fool learns to get through

Only the fool learns to get through
Only the fool learns to get through

The scattered pages of a book by the sea
Held by the sand, washed by the waves
A shadow forms cast by a cloud,
Skimming by as eyes of the past, but the rising tide
Absorbs them effortlessly claiming.

They told of one who tired of all singing,
"Praise him, praise him."
"We heed not flatterers," he cried,
"By our command, waters retreat,
Show my power, halt at my feet,"
But the cause was lost,
Now cold winds blow.

For from the north overcast ranks advance
Fear of the storm accusing with rage and scorn.
The waves surround the sinking throne
Singing "Crown him, crown him,"
"Those who love our majesty show themselves!"
All bent their knees.

But he forced a smile even though
His hopes lay dashed where offerings fell (where they fell).
"Nothing can my peace destroy as long as none smile."
More opened ears and opened eyes,
And soon they dared to laugh.
See a little man with his face turning red
Though his story's often told you can tell he's dead.

There is lambswool under my naked feet,
The wool is soft and warm,
- 'Gives off some kind of heat.
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed.
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid.

The fleas cling to the golden fleece,
Hoping they'll find peace.
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
There's no hiding in my memory.
There's no room to avoid.

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before.
They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing on the poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers;

"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

There's only one direction in the faces that I see;
It's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be.
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree,
There are pulled up by the magnet, believeing they're free.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers;

"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies
glowing bright.
Through the door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight;
It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers;

"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack.
The eager pack lit up their pitchers - they carry all they lack.
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack.
And the tickler takes his sticleback.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers;

"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

There is lambswool under my naked feet,
The wool is soft and warm,
- 'Gives off some kind of heat.
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed.
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid.

The fleas cling to the golden fleece,
Hoping they'll find peace.
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
There's no hiding in my memory.
There's no room to avoid.

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before.
They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing on the poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers;

"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

There's only one direction in the faces that I see;
It's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be.
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree,
There are pulled up by the magnet, believeing they're free.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers;

"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies
glowing bright.
Through the door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight;
It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers;

"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack.
The eager pack lit up their pitchers - they carry all they lack.
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack.
And the tickler takes his sticleback.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers;

"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

i) The Arrival

Rael:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
Till I came upon this dirty street
I've never seen a stranger crowd
Slubberdegullions on squeaky feet

Continually pacing
With nonchalant embracing
Each orifice disgracing
And one facing me
Moves to say "hellay"

Your skin's all covered in slimy lumps
With lips that slide across each chin
His twisted limbs like rubber stumps
Are waved in welcome
Say "Please join in:"

My grip must be flipping
'Cause his handshake keeps slipping
My hopes keep on dipping
And his lips keep on
Smiling all the time

Slipperman:
"We, like you
Have tasted love
Don't be alarmed
At what you see
You yourself
Are just the same
As what you see in me"

Rael:
Me
Like you?
Like that!?

Slipperman:
"You better watch it, son
Your sentence has only just begun
You better run and join your brother John"


ii) A Visit to the Doktor

Slipperman:
"You're in the colony of slippermen
There's no who, why
What or when

You can get out
If you've got the gripe
To see, Doktor Dyper
Reformed sniper
He'll whip off
Your windscreenwiper"

Rael:
John and I are able
To face the Doktor
And his marble table
He said...

The Doktor:
Understand, Rael
That's the end of your tail

Rael:
"Don't delay
Dock the dick!"
I watch his countdown
Timer tick...


iii) The Raven

He places the number into a tube
It's a yellow plastic
Shoobedoobe

It says: "Though your fingers may tickle
You'll be safe in our pickle"
Suddenly, black cloud
Come down from the sky
Its a supersized black bird
That sure can fly

The raven brings on
Darkness and night
He flies right down
Gives me one hell of a fright

He takes the tube
Right out of my hands
Man, I've got to find
Where that black bird lands

"Look here, John
I've got to run
I need you now
You're going to come?"

He says to me...

John:
"Now can't you see
Where the raven flies
There's jeopardy?

We've been cured on the couch
Now you're sick with your grouch
I'll not risk my honey pouch
Which my slouch
Will wear slung very low"

Rael:
He walks away
And leaves me once again
Even though I never learn
I'd hoped he'd show
Just some concern

Some concern
Ah...
Some concern

I'm in the agony of Slipperpain
I pray my undercarriage will sustain
The chase is on
The pace is hot
But I'm running so very hard
With everything
That I've got

He leads me down an underpass
Though it narrows
He still flies very fast
When the tunnel stops
Catch sight of the tube
Just as it drops

I'm on top of a bank
Too steep to climb
I see it hit the water
Just in time
To watch it float away
Watch it float away
Watch it float away...

I'm counting out time,
Got the whole thing down by numbers,
All those numbers!
Give me guidance!
O Lord I need that now.

That day of judgement's come,
And you can bet that I've been resting,
For this testing.
Digesting every word the experts say.
Erogenous zones I love you.
Without you, what would a poor boy do?

Found a girl I wanted to date,
Thought I'd better get it straight.
Went to buy a book before's too late.
Don't leave nothing to fate.
And I have studied every line, every page in the book,
And now I've got the real thing here, I'm gonna take a look,
Take a look.

This is it Rael!

I'm counting out time, hoping it goes like I planned it,
'Cos I understand it. Look! I've found the hotspots, Figures 1-9.
- Still counting out time, i've got my finger on the button,
"Don't say nuttin - just lie there still
And I'll get you turned on just fine."
Erogenous zones I love you,
Without you, what would a poor boy do?

Touch and go with 1-6.
Bit of trouble in zone No. 7.
Gotta remember all of my tricks.
There's heaven ahead in No. 11!
Getting crucial responses with dilation of the pupils.
"Honey get hip! It's time to unzip, to unzip. Whipee!

- Move over Casanova -

I'm counting out time, reaction none too happy,
Please don't slap me,
I'm a red blooded male and the book said I could not fail.
I'm counting out time, I got unexpected distress from my
Mistress.
I'll get my money back from the bookstore right away.
Erogenous zones I question you -
Without you, what would a poor boy do?
Without you, what would a poor boy do?
Without you, mankind handkinds thru' the blues.

Wrapped up in some powdered wool - I guess I'm losing touch.
Don't tell me this is dying, 'cos I ain't changed that much.
The only sound is water drops, I wonder where the hell I am,
Some kind of jam?
Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you!

There's nothing I can recognise; this is nowhere that I've known.
With no sign of life at all, I guess that I'm alone,
And I feel so secure that I know this can't be real
But I feel good.
Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?

I wonder if I'm a prisoner locked in some Brooklyn jail
- Or some sort of Jonah shut up inside the whale.
No - I'm still Rael and I'm stuck in some kind of cave.
What could have saved me?
Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?

Holy Mother of God
You've got to go faster than that to get to the top,
Dirty old mountain
All covered in smoke, she can turn you to stone
So you better start doing it right
Better start doing it right.

You're halfway up and you're halfway down
And the pack on your back is turning you around.
Throw it away, you won't need it up there, and remember
You don't look back whatever you do.
Better start doing it right.

On your left and on your right
Crosses are green and crosses are blue
Your friends didn't make it through.
Out of the night and out of the dark
Into the fire and into the fight
Well that's the way the heroes go, Ho! Ho! Ho!

Through a crack in Mother Earth,
Blazing hot, the molten rock
Spills out over the land.
And the lava's the lover who licks your boots away, Hey! Hey! Hey!
If you don't want to boil as well,
B-B-Better start the dance
D-D-Do you want to dance with me.
You better start doing it right.

The music's playing, the notes are right
Put your left foot first and move into the light.
The edge of this hill is the edge of the world
And if you're going to cross you better start doing it right

Better start doing it right.
You better start doing it right.
Let the dance begin ~

Holy Mother of God
You've got to go faster than that to get to the top,
Dirty old mountain
All covered in smoke, she can turn you to stone
So you better start doing it right
Better start doing it right.

You're halfway up and you're halfway down
And the pack on your back is turning you around.
Throw it away, you won't need it up there, and remember
You don't look back whatever you do.
Better start doing it right.

On your left and on your right
Crosses are green and crosses are blue
Your friends didn't make it through.
Out of the night and out of the dark
Into the fire and into the fight
Well that's the way the heroes go, Ho! Ho! Ho!

Through a crack in Mother Earth,
Blazing hot, the molten rock
Spills out over the land.
And the lava's the lover who licks your boots away, Hey! Hey! Hey!
If you don't want to boil as well,
B-B-Better start the dance
D-D-Do you want to dance with me.
You better start doing it right.

The music's playing, the notes are right
Put your left foot first and move into the light.
The edge of this hill is the edge of the world
And if you're going to cross you better start doing it right

Better start doing it right.
You better start doing it right.
Let the dance begin ~

Holy Mother of God
You've got to go faster than that to get to the top,
Dirty old mountain
All covered in smoke, she can turn you to stone
So you better start doing it right
Better start doing it right.

You're halfway up and you're halfway down
And the pack on your back is turning you around.
Throw it away, you won't need it up there, and remember
You don't look back whatever you do.
Better start doing it right.

On your left and on your right
Crosses are green and crosses are blue
Your friends didn't make it through.
Out of the night and out of the dark
Into the fire and into the fight
Well that's the way the heroes go, Ho! Ho! Ho!

Through a crack in Mother Earth,
Blazing hot, the molten rock
Spills out over the land.
And the lava's the lover who licks your boots away, Hey! Hey! Hey!
If you don't want to boil as well,
B-B-Better start the dance
D-D-Do you want to dance with me.
You better start doing it right.

The music's playing, the notes are right
Put your left foot first and move into the light.
The edge of this hill is the edge of the world
And if you're going to cross you better start doing it right

Better start doing it right.
You better start doing it right.
Let the dance begin ~

Holy mother of God
You've got to go faster than that to get to the top
Dirty old mountain all covered in smoke
She can turn you to stone so you better start doing it right
Better start doing it right

You're halfway up and you're halfway down
And the pack on your back is turning you around
Throw it away, you won't need it up there
And remember, you don't look back whatever you do
Better start doing it right

On your left and on your right
Crosses are green and crosses are blue
Your friends didn't make it through
Out of the night and out of the dark
Into the fire and into the fight
Well, that's the way the heroes go
HO! HO! HO!

Through a crack in Mother Earth
Blazing hot, the molten rock
Spills out over the land
And the lava's the lover who licks your boots away
HEY! HEY! HEY!
If you don't want to boil as well
B-B-Better start the dance
D-D-Do you want to dance with me

You better start doing it right

The music's playing, the notes are right
Put your left foot first and move into the light
The edge of this hill is the edge of the world
And if you're going to cross you better start doing it right
Better start doing it right
You better start doing it right

LET THE DANCE BEGIN!

Holy mother of God
You've got to go faster than that to get to the top
Dirty old mountain all covered in smoke
She can turn you to stone so you better start doing it right
Better start doing it right

You're halfway up and you're halfway down
And the pack on your back is turning you around
Throw it away, you won't need it up there
And remember, you don't look back whatever you do
Better start doing it right

On your left and on your right
Crosses are green and crosses are blue
Your friends didn't make it through
Out of the night and out of the dark
Into the fire and into the fight
Well, that's the way the heroes go
HO! HO! HO!

Through a crack in Mother Earth
Blazing hot, the molten rock
Spills out over the land
And the lava's the lover who licks your boots away
HEY! HEY! HEY!
If you don't want to boil as well
B-B-Better start the dance
D-D-Do you want to dance with me

You better start doing it right

The music's playing, the notes are right
Put your left foot first and move into the light
The edge of this hill is the edge of the world
And if you're going to cross you better start doing it right
Better start doing it right
You better start doing it right

LET THE DANCE BEGIN!

Holy mother of God
You've got to go faster than that to get to the top
Dirty old mountain all covered in smoke
She can turn you to stone so you better start doing it right
Better start doing it right

You're halfway up and you're halfway down
And the pack on your back is turning you around
Throw it away, you won't need it up there
And remember, you don't look back whatever you do
Better start doing it right

On your left and on your right
Crosses are green and crosses are blue
Your friends didn't make it through
Out of the night and out of the dark
Into the fire and into the fight
Well, that's the way the heroes go
HO! HO! HO!

Through a crack in Mother Earth
Blazing hot, the molten rock
Spills out over the land
And the lava's the lover who licks your boots away
HEY! HEY! HEY!
If you don't want to boil as well
B-B-Better start the dance
D-D-Do you want to dance with me

You better start doing it right

The music's playing, the notes are right
Put your left foot first and move into the light
The edge of this hill is the edge of the world
And if you're going to cross you better start doing it right
Better start doing it right
You better start doing it right

LET THE DANCE BEGIN!

(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.

(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.

Dark as night, dark as the grave
Dark wherein my friend is laid
Sleepwalkers fill the boulevards
Pretty girls and backward boys
All the voices can be heard, an opera of the absurd

Dark as night, dark as the grave
Dark wherein my friend is laid
We welcome you, we welcome you
The world of chaos far away
As the crowd of mourners said
"Tragedy is nothing new"

Dark as night

Dark as night, dark as the grave
Dark wherein my friend is laid

The sun had been up for a couple of hours,
It covered the ground with a layer of gold.
Spirits were high and the raining had stopped.
The larder was low, but boy that wasn't all.

Eleventh Earl of Mar
Couldn't get them very far.
Daddy! Oh Daddy, You Promised.

Out on the road in the direction of Perth,
Backwards and forwards in a circle they went.
Found a city half open and ready to greet,
The conquering heroes, with blisters on their feet.

Eleventh Earl of Mar
Somehow got them all this far.
Daddy! You Promised, You Promised.

See the Stewart all dressed up
He's got eyes in the back of his head.
Who came in a cockleshell boat
That could only just float
Couldn't even lift a sword.
Dressed too fine and smelling of wine.

Daddy you've got to go!
Here comes the bishop all dressed up
He's gonna bless you if you're to pay
One wave of his funny old stick.
There's a band of light across your eyes

Waited a week still they hadn't appeared,
That glorious timing that everyone feared.
So they're riding along on the crest of a wave,
They're headed for London, and that will be their grave

Eleventh Earl of Mar
Well he couldn't get them down that far
Daddy! I'm waiting, I'm waiting.

Time to go to bed now
Never seems too keen
To be a guest now
In a house of dreams

Flying from a hillside
Beckoning the trees
A sailboat's awning
Mimicking the breeze

I'm fighting gravity falling
My Daddy won't let them get me
A voice screams seems to be calling
The face turns features are burning

Daddy, you've got to go!
See the fifteen going by,
Tell the Lairds and the Lords
They're running backwards today
And once again, you stand alone

Bury your memories, bury your friends
Leave it alone for a year or two.
Till the stories go hazy, and the legends come true,
Then do it again. Some Things never end.

Eleventh Earl of Mar
Won't be going very far
You Promised, You Promised, You Promised.
DADDY!

When you're asleep they may show you
Aerial views of the ground
Freudian slumber empty of sound.

Over the rooftops and houses,
Lost as it tries to be seen,
Fields of incentive covered with green.

Mesmerised children are playing.
Meant to be seen but not heard.
"Stop me from dreaming!"
"Don't be absurd!"

"Well, if we can help you we will,
You're looking tired and ill.
As I count backwards
Your eyes become heavier still.
Sleep, won't you allow yourself fall?
Nothing can hurt you at all.
With your consent
I can experiment further still."

Madrigal music is playing.
Voices can faintly be heard.
"Please leave this patient undisturbed."

Sentenced to drift far away now.
Nothing is quite what it seems,
Sometimes entangled in your own dreams.

"Well, if we can help you we will.
Soon as you're tired and ill.
With your consent
We can experiment further still.
Well, thanks to our kindness and skill
You'll have no trouble until
You catch your breath
And the nurse will present you the bill!" ~

(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

(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

(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

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 mountain cuts 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 dissolves 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

(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

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 mountain cuts 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 dissolves 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

There's something solid forming in the air,
And the wall of death is lowered in Time Square.
No-one seems to care,
They carry on as if nothing was there.

The wind is blowing harder now,
Blowing dust into my eyes.
The dust settles on my skin,
Making a crust I cannot move in
And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the Freeway.

Sunday at six when they close both the gates
A widowed pair,
Still sitting there,
Wonder if they're late for church
And its cold so they fasten their coats
And cross the grass, they're always last.

Passing by the padlocked swings,
The roundabout still turning,
Ahead they see a small girl
On her way home with a pram.

Inside the archway
The priest greets them with a courteous nod.
He's close to god.
Looking back at days of four instead of two.
Years seem so few.
Heads bent in prayer
For friends not there.

Leaving twopence on the plate,
They hurry down the path and through the gate
And wait to board the bus
That ambles down the street.

Sunday at six when they close both the gates
A widowed pair, still sitting there
Wonder if they're late for church
And it's cold so they fasten their coats
And cross the grass, they're always last

Passing by the padlocked swings
The roundabout still turning
Ahead they see a small girl
On her way home with a pram

Inside the archway
The priest greets them with a courteous nod
He's close to God
Looking back at days of four instead of two
Years seem so few
Heads bent in prayer
For friends not there

Leaving twopence on the plate
They hurry down the path and through the gate
And wait to board the bus
That ambles down the street

Sunday at six when they close both the gates
A widowed pair, still sitting there
Wonder if they're late for church
And it's cold so they fasten their coats
And cross the grass, they're always last

Passing by the padlocked swings
The roundabout still turning
Ahead they see a small girl
On her way home with a pram

Inside the archway
The priest greets them with a courteous nod
He's close to God
Looking back at days of four instead of two
Years seem so few
Heads bent in prayer
For friends not there

Leaving twopence on the plate
They hurry down the path and through the gate
And wait to board the bus
That ambles down the street

Sunday at six when they close both the gates
A widowed pair, still sitting there
Wonder if they're late for church
And it's cold so they fasten their coats
And cross the grass, they're always last

Passing by the padlocked swings
The roundabout still turning
Ahead they see a small girl
On her way home with a pram

Inside the archway
The priest greets them with a courteous nod
He's close to God
Looking back at days of four instead of two
Years seem so few
Heads bent in prayer
For friends not there

Leaving twopence on the plate
They hurry down the path and through the gate
And wait to board the bus
That ambles down the street

From a dense forest of tall dark pinewood
Mount Ida rises like an island.
Within a hidden cave, nymphs had kept a child:
Hermaphroditus, son of gods, so afraid of their love.
As the dawn creeps up the sky,
The hunter caught sight of a doe.
In desire for conquest,
He found himself within a glade he'd not beheld before.

Hermaphroditus: / Narrator:
"Where are you, my father? / "Then he could go no further
Give wisdom to your son" / Now lost, the boy was guided by the sun"

And as his strength began to fail,
He saw a shimmering lake.
a shadow in the dark green depths
Disturbed the strange tranquility.

Salmacis: / Narrator:
"The waters are disturbed / "The waters are disturbed
Some creature has been stirred" / Naiad queen Salmacis has been stirred"

As he rushed to quench his thirst,
A fountain spring appeared before him.
And as his heated breath brushed through the cool mist
A liquid voice called, "Son of gods, drink from my spring."
The water tasted strangely sweet.
Behind him the voice called again.
He turned and saw her, in a cloak of mist alone,
And as he gazed, her eyes were filled with the darkness of the lake.

Salmacis: / Narrator:
'We shall be one / 'She wanted them as one
We shall be joined as one' / Yet he had no desire to be one'

Hermaphroditus:
"Away from me, cold-blooded woman.
Your thirst is not mine."

Salmacis:
"Nothing will cause us to part.
Hear me, O Gods!"

Unearthly calm ascended from the sky
And then their flesh and bones were strangely merged.
Forever to be joined as one.

The creature crawled into the lake.
A fading voice was heard:
"And I beg, yes I beg, that all who touch this spring
May share my fate."

Salmacis: / Narrator:
"We are the one / "The two are now made one,
We are the one" / Demi-god and nymph are now made one"

Both had given everything they had.
A lover's dream had been fulfilled at last.
Forever still beneath the lake.

From a dense forest of tall dark pinewood
Mount Ida rises like an island.
Within a hidden cave, nymphs had kept a child:
Hermaphroditus, son of gods, so afraid of their love.
As the dawn creeps up the sky,
The hunter caught sight of a doe.
In desire for conquest,
He found himself within a glade he'd not beheld before.

Hermaphroditus: / Narrator:
"Where are you, my father? / "Then he could go no further
Give wisdom to your son" / Now lost, the boy was guided by the sun"

And as his strength began to fail,
He saw a shimmering lake.
a shadow in the dark green depths
Disturbed the strange tranquility.

Salmacis: / Narrator:
"The waters are disturbed / "The waters are disturbed
Some creature has been stirred" / Naiad queen Salmacis has been stirred"

As he rushed to quench his thirst,
A fountain spring appeared before him.
And as his heated breath brushed through the cool mist
A liquid voice called, "Son of gods, drink from my spring."
The water tasted strangely sweet.
Behind him the voice called again.
He turned and saw her, in a cloak of mist alone,
And as he gazed, her eyes were filled with the darkness of the lake.

Salmacis: / Narrator:
'We shall be one / 'She wanted them as one
We shall be joined as one' / Yet he had no desire to be one'

Hermaphroditus:
"Away from me, cold-blooded woman.
Your thirst is not mine."

Salmacis:
"Nothing will cause us to part.
Hear me, O Gods!"

Unearthly calm ascended from the sky
And then their flesh and bones were strangely merged.
Forever to be joined as one.

The creature crawled into the lake.
A fading voice was heard:
"And I beg, yes I beg, that all who touch this spring
May share my fate."

Salmacis: / Narrator:
"We are the one / "The two are now made one,
We are the one" / Demi-god and nymph are now made one"

Both had given everything they had.
A lover's dream had been fulfilled at last.
Forever still beneath the lake.

"Get 'em out by Friday!
You don't get paid till the last one's well on his way.
Get 'em out by Friday!
It's important that we keep to schedule, there must be no delay."

"I represent a firm of gentlemen who recently purchased this
house and all the others in the road,
In the interest of humanity we've found a better place for you
to go, go-woh, go-woh"

"Oh no, this I can't believe,
Oh Mary, they're asking us to leave."

"Get 'em out by Friday!
I've told you before, 's good many gone if we let them stay.
And if it isn't easy,
You can squeeze a little grease and our troubles will soon run away."

"After all this time, they ask us to leave,
And I told them we could pay double the rent.
I don't know why it seemed so funny,
Seeing as how they'd take more money.
The winkler called again, he came here this morning,
With four hundred pounds and a photograph of the place he has found.
A block of flats with central heating.
I think we're going to find it hard."

"Now we've got them!
I've always said that cash cash cash can do anything well.
Work can be rewarding
When a flash of intuition is a gift that helps you excel-sell-sell-
sell."

"Here we are in Harlow New Town, did you recognise your block
across the square, over there,
Sadly since last time we spoke, we've found we've had to raise
the rent again,
just a bit."

"Oh no, this I can't believe
Oh Mary, and we agreed to leave."

"It is my sad duty to inform you of a four foot restriction on
humanoid height."

"I hear the directors of Genetic Control have been buying all the
properties that have recently been sold, taking risks oh so bold.
It's said now that people will be shorter in height,
they can fit twice as many in the same building site.
(they say it's alright),
Beginning with the tenants of the town of Harlow,
in the interest of humanity, they've been told they must go,
told they must go-go-go-go."

"I think I've fixed a new deal
A dozen properties - we'll buy at five and sell at thirty four,
Some are still inhabited,
It's time to send the winkler to see them,
he'll have to work some more."

With land in your hand, you'll be happy on earth
Then invest in the Church for your heaven.

JOHN PEBBLE OF STYX ENTERPRISES
″Get ′em out by Friday!
You don′t gewt paid till the last one′s well on his way.
Get ′em out by Friday!
It′s important that we keep to schedule, there must be no delay.″

MARK HALL OF STYX ENTERPRISES (OTHERWISE KNOWN AS ′THE WINKLER′)
″I represent a firm of gentlemen who recently purchased this
house and
all the others in the road,
In the interest of humanity we′ve found a better place for you to
go-
go-go.″

MRS. BARROW (A TENANT)
″Oh no, this I can′t believe,
Oh Mary, they′re asking us to leave.″

MR. PEBBLE
″Get ′em out by Friday!
I′ve told you before, ′s good many gone if we let them stay.
And if it isn′t easy,
You can squeeze a little grease and our troubles will soon
runaway.″

MRS. BARROW
″After all this time, they ask us to leave,
And I told them we could pay double the rent.
I don′t know why it seemed so funny,
Seeing as how they′d take more money.
The winkler called again, he came here this morning,
with four hundred pounds and a photograph of the place he has
found.
A block of flats with central heating.
I think we′re going to find it hard.″

MR. PEBBLE
″Now we′ve got them!
I′ve always said that cash cash cash can do anything well.
Work can be rewarding
When a flash of intuition is a gift that helps you
excel-sell-sell.″

MR. HALL
″Here we are in Harlow New Town, did you recognise your block
across the square, over there,
Sadly since last time we spoke, we′ve found we′ve had to raise
the
rent again,
just a bit.″

MRS. BARROW
″Oh no, this I can′t believe
Oh Mary, and we agreed to leave.″

(a passage of time)

18/9/2012 T.V. FLASH ON ALL DIAL-A-PROGRAM SERVICES
This is an announcement from Genetic Control:
″It is my sad duty to inform you of a four foot restriction on
humanoid height.″

EXTRACT FROM CONVERSATION OF JOE ORDINARY IN LOCAL PUBORAMA
″I hear the directors of Genetic Control have been buying all the
properties that have recently been sold, taking risks oh so bold.
It′s said now that people will be shorter in height, they can fit
twice as many in the same building site.
(they say it′s alright),
Beginning with the tenants of the town of Harlow,
in the interest of humanity, they′ve been told they must
go-go-go-go.″

SIR JOHN DE PEBBLE OF UNITED BLACKSPRINGS INTERNATIONAL
″I think I′ve fixed a new deal
A dozen properties--we′ll buy at five and sell at thirty four,
Some are still inhabited,
It′s time to send the winkler to see them,
he′ll have to work some more.″

MEMO FROM SATIN PETER OF ROCK DEVELOPMENT LTD.
With land in your hand, you′ll be happy on earth
Then invest in the Church for your heaven

That night he pictured the removal of his hairy heart and to the
accompaniment of very
romantic music he watched it being shaved smooth by an anonymous
stainless steel razor

Happy the man - he lives a simple life
He doesn?t have much - it doesn?t worry him
Where you go - where?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nowhere

Like a nun with a gun - I?m wonderful fun
Laughing all through - just watching you
Seems a very stupid game...
But I don?t care

Happy the man - he doesn?t buzz around
Nothing he wants - any more than anything
Where you go - where?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nowhere

Like a fool in the pool - I?m incredibly cool
With a grin on my chin - I?m certain to win
Someone says he?s jesus christ - but I don?t care

He is a good man...

Came the night a mist dissolved the trees
And in the broken light colours fly, fading by.
Pale and cold as figures fill the glade
Grey is the web they spin, on and on, and on and on.
Through the flame still summer lingers on
Though her pictures soon shatter.

All, always the same,
But there appears in the shades of dawning.
Though your eyes are dim,
All of the pieces in the sky.

There was once a harvest in this land.
Reap from the turquoise sky, harlequin, harlequin,
Dancing round three children fill the glade,
Theirs was the laughter in the winding stream, and in between.
Close your talk, the picture fades again,
From the flames in the firelight.

All, always the same,
But there appears in the shades of dawning.
Though your eyes are dim,
All of the pieces in the sky.

All, all is not lost,
And light appears in the shades of dawning
Whey your eyes can see
Order the pieces, put them back, put them back.

News:

A well-known Bognor restaurant-owner disappeared
Early this morning.
Last seen in a mouse-brown overcoat,
Suitably camouflaged,
They saw him catch a train.

Man-in-the-street:

"Father of three its disgusting"
"Such a horrible thing to do"
Harold the Barrel cut off his toes and he served them all for tea
"He can't go far", "He can't go far."
"Hasn't got a leg to stand on"
"He can't go far."

Man-on-the-spot:

I'm standing in a doorwayon the main square
Tension is mounting
There's a restless crowd of angry people

Man-on-the-council:

"More than we're ever seen
- had to tighten up security"

Over to the scene at the town hall
The Lord Mayor's ready to speak

LORD MAYOR:
"Man of suspicion, you can't last long, the British Public
Is on our side"

BRITISH PUBLIC:
"You can't last long," "You can't last long."
"Said you could'nt trust him, his brother was just the same"
"You can't last long".

HAROLD:
If I was many miles from here,
I'd be sailing in an open boat on the sea
Instead I'm on this window ledge,
With the whole world below
Up at the window
Look at the window

Mr. Plod: "We can help you"
Plod's Chorus: "We can help you"
Mr. Plod: "We're all your friends if you come on down and talk to us son"

HAROLD:
You must be joking
Take a running jump

The crowd was getting stronger and our Harold
getting weaker;
Forwards, backwards, swaying side to side
Fearing the very worst
They called his mother to the sight
Upon the ledge beside him
His mother made a last request.

67yr-old-Mrs Barrel:
"Come off the ledge if your father were alive he'd be very,
very, very upset."
"Just can't jump, just can't jump"
"Your shirts all dirty and there's a man here from
the B.B.C."
"Just can't jump"

Mr. Plod: "We can help you"
Plod's Chorus: "We can help you"
Mr. Plod: "We're all your friends if you come on down and talk to us Harry"

HAROLD:
You must be joking
Take a running jump.

Here comes the supernatural anaesthetist.
If he wants you to snuff it,
All he has to do is puff it
-he's such a fine dancer.

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

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

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

It's one o'clock and time for lunch - dum dee dum dee dum
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 Mr. Lewis:
"Isn't it time that he was out on his own"
Over the garden wall, two little love birds cuckoo to you
Keep them mowing 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 time
There's a future for you in the fire-escape trade
Come up to town"
But I remembered a voice from the past:
"Gambling only pays when you're winning"
I had to thank old Miss Mort for schooling a failure
Keep them mowing blades sharp...

I know what I like
And I like what I know
Getting better in your wardrobe
Stepping one beyond your show
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

It's one o'clock and time for lunch - dum dee dum dee dum
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 Mr. Lewis:
"Isn't it time that he was out on his own"
Over the garden wall, two little love birds cuckoo to you
Keep them mowing 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 time
There's a future for you in the fire-escape trade
Come up to town"
But I remembered a voice from the past:
"Gambling only pays when you're winning"
I had to thank old Miss Mort for schooling a failure
Keep them mowing blades sharp...

I know what I like
And I like what I know
Getting better in your wardrobe
Stepping one beyond your show
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

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

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

It's one o'clock and time for lunch - dum dee dum dee dum
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 Mr. Lewis:
"Isn't it time that he was out on his own"
Over the garden wall, two little love birds cuckoo to you
Keep them mowing 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 time
There's a future for you in the fire-escape trade
Come up to town"
But I remembered a voice from the past:
"Gambling only pays when you're winning"
I had to thank old Miss Mort for schooling a failure
Keep them mowing blades sharp...

I know what I like
And I like what I know
Getting better in your wardrobe
Stepping one beyond your show
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

I got sunshine in my stomach
Like I just rocked my baby to sleep.
I got sunshine in my stomach
And I can't keep me from creeping sleep,
Sleep, deep in the deep.

Rockface moves to press my skin
White liquids turn sour within
Turn fast - turn sour
Turn sweat - turn sour.
Must tell myself that I'm not here.
I'm drowning in a liquid fear.
Bottled in a strong compression,
My distortion shows obsession
In the cave,
Get me out of this cave!

If I keep self-control,
I'll be safe in my soul.
And the childhood belief
Bring's a moment's relief.
But my cynic soon returns
And the lifeboat burns.
My spirit just never learns.

Stalactites, stalagmites
Shut me in, lock me tight
Lips are dry, throat is dry.
Feel like burning, stomach churning
I'm dressed up in a white costume
Padding out leftover room.
Body stretching, feel the wretching
In the cage
Get me out of this cage!

In the glare of a light,
I see a strange kind of sight;
Of cages joined to form a star
Each person can't go very far,
All tied to their things
They are netted by their strings,
Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings.

Outside the cage I see my brother John,
He turns his head so slowly round.
I cry out Help! before he can be gone,
And he looks at me without a sound.
And I shout out 'John please help me!'
But he does not even want to try to speak.
I'm helpless in my violent rage
And a silent tear of blood dribbles down his cheek,
And I watch him turn again and leave the cage.
My little runaway.

Raindrops keep falling on my head
thinking falling on my...

In a trap, feel a strap
Holding still. Pinned for kill.
Chances narrow that I'll make it,
In the cushioned straight-jacket.
Just like 22nd Street.
When they got me by my neck and feet.
Pressures building, can't take more.
My headaches charge. My earaches roar.
In this pain
Get me out of this pain.

If I could change to liquid,
I could fill the cracks up in the rock.
But I know that I am solid
And I am my own bad luck.
Outside John disappears and my cage dissolves,
And without any reason my body revolves.

Keep on turning, Keep on turning...
Turning around
Just spinning around.

Standard bearers march to the tick of the clock
It's a war against time when you're fronting the flock
Determined resolute defiant and strong
Noble and Savage know they belong

In the heart of the city

The battlefield of love a ruffled feathered bed
From fluid moist lips the benediction's said
You love them and leave them with yesterday's guilt
Everything's on schedule in the empire that you built

In the heart of the city

You close a deal Thursday at 7.45
The train home is empty you're the only man alive
You throw away your clothes in a house of clouds
The window is sealed the furniture in shrouds

In the heart of the city

Standard bearers march to the tick of the clock
It's a war against time when you're fronting the flock
Determined resolute defiant and strong
Noble and Savage know they belong

In the heart of the city

The battlefield of love a ruffled feathered bed
From fluid moist lips the benediction's said
You love them and leave them with yesterday's guilt
Everything's on schedule in the empire that you built

In the heart of the city

You close a deal Thursday at 7.45
The train home is empty you're the only man alive
You throw away your clothes in a house of clouds
The window is sealed the furniture in shrouds

In the heart of the city

Standard bearers march to the tick of the clock
It's a war against time when you're fronting the flock
Determined resolute defiant and strong
Noble and Savage know they belong

In the heart of the city

The battlefield of love a ruffled feathered bed
From fluid moist lips the benediction's said
You love them and leave them with yesterday's guilt
Everything's on schedule in the empire that you built

In the heart of the city

You close a deal Thursday at 7.45
The train home is empty you're the only man alive
You throw away your clothes in a house of clouds
The window is sealed the furniture in shrouds

In the heart of the city

Moving down the water
John is drifting out of sight,
It's only at the turning point
That you find out how you fight.

In the cold, feel the cold
all around
And the rush of crashing water
Surrounds me with its sound.

Striking out to reach you,
I can't get through to the other side.
When you're racing in the rapids
There's only one way, that's to ride.

Taken down, taken down
by the undertow
And I'm spiralled down the river bed,
My fire is burning low.

Catching hold of a rock that's firm,
I'm waiting for John to be carried past.
We hold together, hold together and shoot the rapids fast.

And when the waters slow down
The dark and the deep
have no-one, no-one, no-one left to keep.
Hang on John! We're out of this at last.
Something's changed, that's not your face.
It's mine

INSIDE

Brother Seems they're letting him out next year
He's behaving himself, I hear
Governor Conway says it will be fine
Just as long as he can tow the line

It's the same old story
But it says here "Mum you're not to worry"
'Cos some you lose and some you lose

At this party, he was on his own
All he did was say he'd take her home
But it seems they didn't go straight there
'cos on the porch, she told him,
"put your hand here"

Yes it's that same old story
They told her mum she's not to worry

Police "If what she says is so,
we'll never let him go!"

Him "Never a word could be heard
Not even the sound of a bird
Singing it over again, telling a different story
Never the same as before
See the summer going out by the door"
Brother And now that you've paid for those lies
Get another disguise

"It's twenty years now since our Kid came free
Oh I remember August '53
But it wasn't quite like they said
With that behind you, you can't plan ahead
Yes it's the same old story
They say you're free, but don't worry
What they said's not so
They'll never let you go!"

Him "Never a word could be heard
Not even the sound of a bird
Singing it over again, telling a different story
Never the same as before
See the summer going out by the door"
Brother And now that you've paid for those lies
Get another disguise

OUT

When its cold, it come slow
it is warm, just watch it grow
- All around me
it is here, it is now.

Just a little bit of it can bring you up or down,
Like the supper it is cooking in your hometown.
it is chicken, it is eggs,
it is in between your legs.
it is walking on the moon,
leaving your cocoon.

it is the jigsaw, it is purple haze.
it never stays in one place, but it's not a passing phase
it is in the singles bar, in the distance of the face
it is in between the cages, it is always in a space
it is here, it is now.

Any rock can be made to roll
If you've enough of it to pay the toll
it has no home in words or goal
Not even in your favorite hole
it is hope for the dope
When you ride the horse without a hoof
it is shaken not stirred;
Cocktails on the roof.

When you eat right fru it you see everything alove
it is inside spirit, with enough grit to survive
If you think that its pretentious, you've been taken for a ride.
Look across the mirror, before you choose decide
it is here, it is now
it is Real, it is Rael

'Cos it's only knock and knowall, but I like it.