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Liberte Fraternite Egalite
"Stubborn resistance was met in some places" Hiding in the the catacombs Lying low in the labyrinths Beneath the shattered city streets The sleepers lie in wait Taking improbable chances When opportunities arise Pitching wits against selected hits Never toeing olliciallines Infiltrate. agitate, exacerbate, manipulate Eradicate, decimate, retaliate, annihilate We will never surrender Men, women and children From every walk of life Using any means available with which to fight Proudly preserving the integrity of their nation Vichy France could never be our ultimate identity Never Invalidate, facilitate, emancipate, consolidate Identify, rectify, pacify, unify Our spirit never shall be broken Watch out Take cover Someone's been talking They're on their way They're armed to the teeth Machine guns on motor bikes A Panzer division Crawling with soldiers in broad daylight No subtlety here Our daily injection of fear I want you to search Every nook and cranny high and low To flush out these rebels and deal with them accordingly Quick return once again to the secret passages Candlelight in hand, Safe and Sound, Gone to Ground Keep the noise down.... Sssh! Outmanoeuvred once again Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! hee! hee! hee! hee! hee! We will yet be free! Foiled again, foiled again You've been recalled again Gabardines and greatcoats Mingle in the shadows Animated figures, of dubious origins Loiter in the corners Looking for the fallers Stench of cigarettes hangs heavy in the air Stella slips slowly through nervous throats Who is who? Nobody knows Who is who? Nobody knows Informers, incognito Heroes and martyrs to be Shuffle, avoiding the enemy Everybody is under cover Everyone is wary of each other Who is who? Nobody knows Who is who? Another pale moon rises Another blood red sun sets Another hard day gone Another nervous night to come Survival guaranteed At least until tomorrow Who knows what a new dawn will bring A New Era? All becomes clearer In the end |
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Part One: Even The Brightest Burn
We had it good in the eighties Everything coming up roses We were drowning in success Only dealing with the best Really couldn't care about the rest They meant nothing to us MONEY POWER GREED Porsche 911, penthouse over the Thames We had everything we desired But the bubble had to burst Unless we gave out first We never thought it was an option SELF-DECEIT SELF-CORRUPT We live and learn Even the brightest burn We live and learn Each of us has our turn We rage and scorn Don't even know we are born We live and learn Even the brightest burn Sure enough the big bang came We were finally out of the game Dizzy heights that we had scaled Proved too much - we'd finally failed Nothing left but rubble and dust But now it all seems like A perfect blessing in disguise A learning experience To which we are now wise SELF-REALISATION REGAINING SELF-ESTEEM We live and learn Even the brightest burn We live and learn Each of us has our turn We rage and scorn Don't even know we are born We live and learn Even the brightest burn But now I've got all in a better perspective Now I'm back, jiving in the real world I've got the love of a family and friends Self-respect and happiness Nothing more, nothing less It's all that matters to me Part Two - Learning Curve Learning curve Learning curve Rising, falling, arcing Learning curve |
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With the first trick of dawn
Tranquility drowns amid the morning song As the sun cracks the sky Shadows live another hour Until they're killed of by the clouds Waiting with invisible patience For our star to shine once again Hillsides changing shade and shape Silhouettes slow dance across The fields, the valleys, the meadows of the chase A predator hovers in the air A predator sleeps in the long grass Whilst all the innocents are unaware This is the chase This is the chase A kestrel hovers over a babbling brook And the hounds they hound And the fox takes a look He's running for cover in the trees And still the fleas they cling They're biting for life, chasing for life, chasing for life Chasing desires, chasing ideals Chasing the way that we feel Chasing the grass that is oh so green on the other side Chasing our dreams, in what we believe This the chase, this the chase The chase, the chase, the chase The chase, the chase, the chase This the chase |
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As unexpected vision in a faraway foreign land
You took away my heart But I couldn't take your hand Floating on the mist by a willow-lined lake You played the part of temptress Or was it just my mistake? To the backdrop of a chateau And an antiquated mill You enchanted my soul And I was captured until I realised that fate was never on my side Then you drifted out of view And the moment's magic died Je croyais t'avoir vue Je suis sur que je t'ai vue Mais non, je sais que je t'ai vue Je t'ai vu I saw you Or were you just a passing shadow Or were you just a passing dream Tell me, were you just a passing shadow Or were you just a broken dream Or were you just apassing shadow Or were you just a broken dream |
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We put the fate of the human race in the hands of cold machines
They have no perception of compassion or hat it would really mean If data caused the buttons to be pushed we'd all be blown away Self destruction is the 'in' cause for the human race.... Digital, digital, digital man, eroding our emotions Cynical, cynical, cynical man, his feelings disappear The Automaton Robot mentalities, attracting high positions I hope this does not rub off on the younger generation Awareness is more widespread than at any time before With media power very much to the fore Cynical, cynical, cynical man, when will he realise? Digital, digital, digital man, will never understand Sometimes technology advances Are not always desired Sometimes there comes a point When it all gets too cold Drained of all our instincts Our common senses are reeling Microchip revolution But someone left out the feeling I hope the higher echelons in science don't wrap Themselves in their own little galaxies of knowledge I hope that they maintain some semblance of their inner sanity Don't digitise too far, digital man will never understand Digital, digital, digital man, his conscience evaporates Cynical, cynical, cynical man, has sterilised his faith Digital, digital, digital man, when will he realise? Digital, clinical, cynical man, will never understand! Don't digitise too far |
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I can feel the surface tension mounting
Digging down into my skin, into my bones Seeping through into my blood, into my flesh Malignant, indignant of my state of mind Putting on the pressure My resistance is waning There seems to be no way that I can win against This human condition, feeling guilty for our kind Though there's no need I know It's just the way the operator runs my show He's putting on the pressure Like a time bomb, I'm primed to explode Some time in the future, depends on how heavy the load But don't worry, it's not going to blow for a while Maybe when a decision is reached At the end of my internal trial... Mortar bombs and festive songs Don't mix too well at Christmas time This pantomime has lost its humour I heard a rumour of Peace On Our Earth It was lost in a dirge of plastic explosives Blowing sky high the blood red roses That were left on the doorstep of another young lover Who, after all, was just one of our brothers One of our brothers There just vivid pictures on a TV screen Of reality and what has been This is no John Wayne movie This is everyday violence for free! And I'll say a prayer in the church of compassion Miracles have been known to happen, haven't they? So I've been told It could have been me It could have been you It could have been me It could have been anyone of you They're putting on the pressure They put you under pressure They're putting on the pressure They never let go Never let go Never! |
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Ninth floor, Hotel Metropole
High security, protecting another world Ten thousand reports of the unexplained And to this day that is how they remain Official denials, mass cover-ups No unauthorised personnel This door is kept tightly shut! Shut, shut, shut, shut Tightly shut, kept shut Shut, shut, shut, shut This is Room 801 You're looking at Room 801 Here in Room 801 The legendary room 801 801... White lights, getting brighter Then fading, disappear A distant drone, getting louder Then fading, disappear Radio interference, no logical explanation An unusual blip on the radar screen It's too large for a man made flying machine Yes we know, we know They know, they know We all know, we know They know, they know We all know, yes we all know This is Room 801 You're looking at room 801 Here in Room 801 You're looking at Room 801 801... From the Air Ministry To the DDI From the MOD To the CIA All information classified Not available to you or I From Salandin to Kilgallen From Gaydon to Lakenheath What are we to believe? What are we to believe? What should we believe? What the hell should we believe? Tell me! Will we ever solve these mysteries? What lies within Room 801? "I am convinced that these objects do exist They are not manufactured by any nation on earth I can therefore see no alternative to believing That they come from some extra-terrestrial source!" |
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