Van Der Graaf Generator - 1St Generation [compilation] (1989) by Van Der Graaf Generator (보컬) on maniadb.com

Day dawns dark, it now numbers infinity.
Life crawls from the past, watching in wonder
I trace its patterns in me.
Tomorrow's tomorrow is birth again.
Boats burn the bridge in the fens;
the time of the past returns to my life
and uses it.

Don't blame me for the letters
that may form in the sand;
don't look in my eyes, you may see all the numbers
that stretch in my sky and colour my hand.
Don't say that I'm wrong in imagining
that the voice of my life cannot sing.
Fate enters and talks in old words:
They amuse it.

The hands shine darkly and white:
only in dark they appear.
Bless the baby born today,
flying in pitch, flying on fear.

They shine in my eyes and touch my face
where I have seen them placed before;
don't blame me, please, for the fate that falls:
I did not choose it.
I did not, no no, I did not
I truly did not choose it.

So you live in the bottom of the sea,
and you kill all that come near you ....
but you are very lonely,
because all the other fish
fear you .....
And you crave companionship
and someone to call your own;
because for the whole of your life
you've been living alone.

On a black day in black month
at the black bottom of the sea,
Your mother gave birth to you and died
immediately ....
'Cos you can't have two killers
living in the same pad
and when your mother knew
that her time had come
she was really rather glad.

Death in the sea, death in the sea,
somebody please come and help me,
come and help me
Fishes can't fly,
fishes can't fly,
Fishes can't and neither can I,
neither can I ....

Now I'm really rather like you,
for I've killed all the love I ever had
by not doing all I ought to
and by leaving my mind coming
bad.
And I too am a killer,
for emotion runs as deep as flesh
and I too am so lonely,
and I wish that I could forget
We need love,
We need love,
We need love ..........

The killer lives inside me: yes,
I can feel him move.
Sometimes he's lightly sleeping
in the quiet of his room
but then his eyes
will rise and stare through mine;
he'll speak my words and slice my mind inside...
Yes the killer lives.

The angels live inside me
I can feel them smile.
Their presence strokes
and soothes the tempest in my mind;
And their love
can heal the wounds that I have wrought,
They watch me as I go to fall - well,
I know I shall be caught
While the angels live.

How can I be free?
How can I get help?
Am I really me?
Am I someone else?

But stalking in my cloisters
hang the acolytes of gloom
and Death's Head throws his cloak
into the corner of my room
and I am doomed
But laughing in my courtyard
play the pranksters of my youth
and solemn, waiting old man
in the gables of the roof -
he tells me truth...

I, too, live inside me
and very often don't know who I am
I know I'm not a hero well,
I hope that I'm not damned.
I'm just a man
and killers, angels, all are these
Dictators, saviours,
refugees in war and peace
as long as man lives...

I'm just a man
and killers, angels, all are these:
Dictators,
Saviours,
Refugees.

We left the earth in 1983,
fingers groping for the galaxies,
reddened eyes stared up into the void,
1000 stars to be exploited
Somebody help me I'm falling,
somebody help me, I'm falling down
Into sky, into earth, into sky, into earth .....
It is so dark around, no life, no hope, no sound
no chance of seeing home again ...
The universe is on fire,
exploding without flame.
We are the lost ones
we are the pioneers we are the lost ones
We are the ones they are going to build a statue for
ten centuries ago or were going to fifteen forward .....

One Last brief whisper in our loved ones' ears
to reassure them and to pierce the fear
standing at controls then still unknown
we told the world we were
about to go
Somebody help me I'm missing,
somebody help me I'm missing now
touch with my mind, I have no frame,
touch with my mind, I have no frame ...
Well now where is the time and who the hell am I,
here floating in an aimless way?
No-one knows where we are,
they can't feel us precisely ..

There is no fear here.
How can such a thing exist
in a place where living and knowing
and being have never been heard of?

Doomed to vanish in the flickering light,
disappearing to a darker night,
doomed to vanish in a living death,
living anti-matter, anti-breath
Somebody help me I'm losing,
somebody help me, I'm losing now
people around, there's no-one to touch,
no people around, no-one to touch.
I am now quite alone, part of a vacant time-zone,
here floating in the void,
only dimly aware of existence,
a dimly existing awareness,
I am the lost one,
I am the one you fear, I am the lost one,
I am the one who went up into space,
or stayed where I was,
or didn't exist in the first place .....

North was somewhere years ago and cold:
Ice locked the people's hearts and made them old.
South was birth to pleasant lands, but dry
I walked the waters' depths and played my mind.
East was dawn, coming alive in the golden sun
the winds came, gently, several heads became one
in the summertime, though august people sneered
we were at peace, and we cheered.

We walked alone, sometimes hand in hand,
between the thin lines marking sea and sand;
smiling very peacefully,
we began to notice that we could be free,
and we moved together to the West.

West is where all days will someday end;
where the colours turn from grey to gold,
and you can be with the friends.
And light flakes the golden clouds above all
West is Mike and Susie,
West is where I love.

There we shall spend our final days of our lives
tell the same old stories
yeah well, at least we tried.
Into the West, smiles on our faces, we'll go;
oh, yes, and our apologies to those
who'll never really know the way.

We're refugees, walking away from the life
that we've known and loved;
nothing to do or say, nowhere to stay
now we are alone.
We're refugees, carrying all we own
in brown bags, tied up with string;
nothing to think, it doesn't mean a thing,
but we'll be happy on our own.
West is Mike and Susie
West is where I love,
West is refugees' home.