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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. |
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(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 |
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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. |
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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. |
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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 |
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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." |