Steve Hackett [콰이어트 월드]

(Written by Mike Rutherford)

Go far enough and you will reach,
A place where the sea runs underneath.
We'll see our shadow, high in the sky,
Dying away in the night.

I've sailed the world for seven years,
And left all I love behind in tears.
Won't you come here, wherever you are,
I've been alone long enough.

You, you have your own special way.
Of holding my hand keep it way 'bove the water,
Don't ever let go. Oh no, no, no.

You, you have your own special way,
Of turning the world so it's facing
The way that I'm going. Don't ever
Don't ever stop.

Who's seen the wind, not you or I,
But when the ship moves, she's passing by,
Between you and me, I really don't think,
She knows where she's going at all.

You, you have your own special way.
Of carrying me twice round the world
Never closer to home than the day,
The day I started.

You, you have your own special way.
Hold onto my hand keep it way 'bove the water,
Don't ever let go - no, no, no.

What mean the dreams night after night,
The man in the moon's a blinding light.
Won't you come out whoever you are,
You've followed me quite long enough.

You, you have your own special way
Of holding my hand, don't ever let go.
You, you have your own special way,
Of turning the world so it's facing
The way that I'm going. Don't ever,
Don't ever leave me.

(Written by Mike Rutherford)

Go far enough and you will reach,
A place where the sea runs underneath.
We'll see our shadow, high in the sky,
Dying away in the night.

I've sailed the world for seven years,
And left all I love behind in tears.
Won't you come here, wherever you are,
I've been alone long enough.

You, you have your own special way.
Of holding my hand keep it way 'bove the water,
Don't ever let go. Oh no, no, no.

You, you have your own special way,
Of turning the world so it's facing
The way that I'm going. Don't ever
Don't ever stop.

Who's seen the wind, not you or I,
But when the ship moves, she's passing by,
Between you and me, I really don't think,
She knows where she's going at all.

You, you have your own special way.
Of carrying me twice round the world
Never closer to home than the day,
The day I started.

You, you have your own special way.
Hold onto my hand keep it way 'bove the water,
Don't ever let go - no, no, no.

What mean the dreams night after night,
The man in the moon's a blinding light.
Won't you come out whoever you are,
You've followed me quite long enough.

You, you have your own special way
Of holding my hand, don't ever let go.
You, you have your own special way,
Of turning the world so it's facing
The way that I'm going. Don't ever,
Don't ever leave me.

Go far enough and you will reach,
A place where the sea runs underneath.
We'll see our shadow, high in the sky,
Dying away in the night.

I've sailed the world for seven years,
And left all I love behind in tears.
Oh, won't you come here, wherever you are,
I've been all alone long enough.

You, you have your own special way,
Of holding my hand keep it way 'bove the water,
Don't ever let go - Oh no, no, no.

You, you have your own special way,
Of turning the world so it's facing
The way that I'm going. Don't ever
Don't ever stop.

Whose seen the wind not you or I,
But when the ship moves she's passing by.
Between you and me I really don't think,
She knows where she's going at all.

You, you have your own special way,
Of carrying me twice round the world
Never closer to home than the day,
The day I started.

You, you have your own special way,
Hold onto my hand keep it way 'bove the water,
Don't ever let go no, no, no.

What mean the dreams night after night.
The man in the moon's a blinding light.
Won't you come out whoever you are,
You've followed me quiet long enough.

You, you have your own special way,
Of holding my hand, Don't ever let go.
You, you have your own special way,
Of turning the world so it's facing
The way that I'm going, Don't ever,
Don't ever leave me

Go far enough and you will reach,
A place where the sea runs underneath.
We'll see our shadow, high in the sky,
Dying away in the night.

I've sailed the world for seven years,
And left all I love behind in tears.
Oh, won't you come here, wherever you are,
I've been all alone long enough.

You, you have your own special way,
Of holding my hand keep it way 'bove the water,
Don't ever let go - Oh no, no, no.

You, you have your own special way,
Of turning the world so it's facing
The way that I'm going. Don't ever
Don't ever stop.

Whose seen the wind not you or I,
But when the ship moves she's passing by.
Between you and me I really don't think,
She knows where she's going at all.

You, you have your own special way,
Of carrying me twice round the world
Never closer to home than the day,
The day I started.

You, you have your own special way,
Hold onto my hand keep it way 'bove the water,
Don't ever let go no, no, no.

What mean the dreams night after night.
The man in the moon's a blinding light.
Won't you come out whoever you are,
You've followed me quiet long enough.

You, you have your own special way,
Of holding my hand, Don't ever let go.
You, you have your own special way,
Of turning the world so it's facing
The way that I'm going, Don't ever,
Don't ever leave me

Go far enough and you will reach,
A place where the sea runs underneath.
We'll see our shadow, high in the sky,
Dying away in the night.

I've sailed the world for seven years,
And left all I love behind in tears.
Oh, won't you come here, wherever you are,
I've been all alone long enough.

You, you have your own special way,
Of holding my hand keep it way 'bove the water,
Don't ever let go - Oh no, no, no.

You, you have your own special way,
Of turning the world so it's facing
The way that I'm going. Don't ever
Don't ever stop.

Whose seen the wind not you or I,
But when the ship moves she's passing by.
Between you and me I really don't think,
She knows where she's going at all.

You, you have your own special way,
Of carrying me twice round the world
Never closer to home than the day,
The day I started.

You, you have your own special way,
Hold onto my hand keep it way 'bove the water,
Don't ever let go no, no, no.

What mean the dreams night after night.
The man in the moon's a blinding light.
Won't you come out whoever you are,
You've followed me quiet long enough.

You, you have your own special way,
Of holding my hand, Don't ever let go.
You, you have your own special way,
Of turning the world so it's facing
The way that I'm going, Don't ever,
Don't ever leave me

Dreaming of the rose
I left behind
Staring at these four walls
It's time to hitch a ride

You'll find me way down south
You'll find me way down south
You'll find me

The city's like a ghost town
They can all go to hell
One thought that's with me
To see that Southern belle

You'll find me way down south
You'll find me way down south
You'll find me

Blue in the morning
My empty bed
That's why I'm going
Where angels fear to tread

You'll find me way down south
You'll find me way down south
You'll find me

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 an end,
Has life again destroyed life,
Do they play elsewhere, do they know
more than their childhood games?
Maybe the lizard's shed 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 shed it's tail
This is the end of man's long union with Earth.

From life alone to life as one,
Think not your journey's 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.

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.

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 shed 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 shed it's tail
This is the end of man's long union with Earth

From life alone to life as one
Think not now your journey's 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

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 shed 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 shed it's tail
This is the end of man's long union with Earth

From life alone to life as one
Think not now your journey's 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

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.

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.

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.

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 shed 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 shed it's tail
This is the end of man's long union with Earth

From life alone to life as one
Think not now your journey's 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

As New Orleans slips far away
When the gas lights dim and the street cars fade
When the beast within takes on a new shape
The blood runs cold make no mistake

You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite
And you stay awake half the night

A band strikes up and they're starting to play
When the sirens wail but they're way too late
The crowds don't see they're drunk anyway
The inquest said it was coming her way

You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite
And you stay awake half the night

Well you ran to ground as you always do
And then they finally caught up with you
Well they sent you down and Old Smokey was waiting
But pressure groups being what they are these days
You were released after five years at a funny farm
In upstate bankrupt New York
To walk the streets once more

As New Orleans slips far away
When the gas lights dim and the street cars fade
When the beast within takes on a new shape
The blood runs cold make no mistake

You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite
And you stay awake half the night

A band strikes up and they're starting to play
When the sirens wail but they're way too late
The crowds don't see they're drunk anyway
The inquest said it was coming her way

You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite
And you stay awake half the night

Well you ran to ground as you always do
And then they finally caught up with you
Well they sent you down and Old Smokey was waiting
But pressure groups being what they are these days
You were released after five years at a funny farm
In upstate bankrupt New York
To walk the streets once more

As New Orleans slips far away
When the gas lights dim and the street cars fade
When the beast within takes on a new shape
The blood runs cold make no mistake

You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite
And you stay awake half the night

A band strikes up and they're starting to play
When the sirens wail but they're way too late
The crowds don't see they're drunk anyway
The inquest said it was coming her way

You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite
And you stay awake half the night

Well you ran to ground as you always do
And then they finally caught up with you
Well they sent you down and Old Smokey was waiting
But pressure groups being what they are these days
You were released after five years at a funny farm
In upstate bankrupt New York
To walk the streets once more

As New Orleans slips far away
When the gas lights dim and the street cars fade
When the beast within takes on a new shape
The blood runs cold make no mistake

You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite
And you stay awake half the night

A band strikes up and they're starting to play
When the sirens wail but they're way too late
The crowds don't see they're drunk anyway
The inquest said it was coming her way

You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite
And you stay awake half the night

Well you ran to ground as you always do
And then they finally caught up with you
Well they sent you down and Old Smokey was waiting
But pressure groups being what they are these days
You were released after five years at a funny farm
In upstate bankrupt New York
To walk the streets once more

(Written by Mike Rutherford/Steve Hackett)

< Instrumental >

1971. released as b-side of "i know what I like" single, 1974.


Is it really true what they're saying
Are you really sure there's nobody come for me
When I'm walking home there is no-one
Once there was a house, full of laughter - so warm
Trying to pretend there is someone
Someone who will care when I need it

I will now receive my comfort, conjured by the magic power of wine
Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling good
Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling fine
Just a drink to take my sorrow
Just a drink and you can blast tomorrow
Just a drink to make me feel like a man again
Now I'm down

When I walk outside, there is nowhere
Children follow me, with their laughter - so cold...
Casting just a glance at the churchyard


Casting just a glance, at my painted female friend.

Now I'm on my way, I am falling
Got to find some 'elp, ooh I will need that now

So I will receive my comfort, conjured by the magic power of wine
Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling good
Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling fine
Just a drink to take my sorrow
Just a drink and you can blast tomorrow
Just a drink to make me feel like a man again
Now I'm down...

I will now receive my comfort, conjured by the magic power of wine
Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling good
Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling fine
Just a drink to take my sorrow
Just a drink and you can blast tomorrow, now...

Eagle lands on my tombstone
Six feet under, I'm dead and gone
Said, someone dancing on your grave
Shake off the dust and live again

A hundred ways that a man can die
He come back if he really try
Said, sunlight on the water's edge
Shake off the dust and live again

A new-born babe with an old man's face
Sleep all night and he cry all day
Blue-eyed boy how still he lay
Shake off the dust and live again

A carved oak table,
Tells a tale
Of times when kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold,
And the brave would lead their ladies from out of the room
to arbours cool.

A time of valour, and legends born
A time when honour meant much more to a man than life
And the days knew only strife to tell right from wrong
Through lance and sword.

Why, why can we never be sure till we die
Or have killed for an answer,
Why, why do we suffer each race to believe
That no race has been grander
It seems because through time and space
Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore.

A dusty table
Musty smells
Tarnished silver lies discarded upon the floor
Only feeble light descends through a film of grey
That scars the panes.
Gone the carving,
And those who left their mark,
Gone the kings and queens now only the rats hold sway
And the weak must die according to nature's law
As old as they.

Why, why can we never be sure till we die
Or have killed for an answer,
Why, why do we suffer each race to believe
That no race has been grander
It seems because through time and space
Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore.

Standing under the lamplight
In one of the nicer parts of hell
Behold this dreamer with rich red ruby lips
Some pay for the privilege
And some just pay to talk
Because there are many sides to the night

When Father Thames lies sleeping
His ever watchful sons
Divide up the spoils of the day's takings
A woman's work is never ever done
She's a child a slave a teacher and a fool
And then she vanishes from sight
Did no one ever tell you
There are many sides to the night

Standing under the lamplight
Selling perfume sweetcorn and lace
She looks beautiful from a distance
But it's too dark to see her face
I do it for my child alone
And who would say it's just not right
Verily I say unto you
There are many sides to the night

Standing under the lamplight
In one of the nicer parts of hell
Behold this dreamer with rich red ruby lips
Some pay for the privilege
And some just pay to talk
Because there are many sides to the night

When Father Thames lies sleeping
His ever watchful sons
Divide up the spoils of the day's takings
A woman's work is never ever done
She's a child a slave a teacher and a fool
And then she vanishes from sight
Did no one ever tell you
There are many sides to the night

Standing under the lamplight
Selling perfume sweetcorn and lace
She looks beautiful from a distance
But it's too dark to see her face
I do it for my child alone
And who would say it's just not right
Verily I say unto you
There are many sides to the night

Standing under the lamplight
In one of the nicer parts of hell
Behold this dreamer with rich red ruby lips
Some pay for the privilege
And some just pay to talk
Because there are many sides to the night

When Father Thames lies sleeping
His ever watchful sons
Divide up the spoils of the day's takings
A woman's work is never ever done
She's a child a slave a teacher and a fool
And then she vanishes from sight
Did no one ever tell you
There are many sides to the night

Standing under the lamplight
Selling perfume sweetcorn and lace
She looks beautiful from a distance
But it's too dark to see her face
I do it for my child alone
And who would say it's just not right
Verily I say unto you
There are many sides to the night

In the theatre of sleep
Where no reason remains
Dreamers and drifters
Make their entrance onto the stage
Non-stop scenery changes
With promptings in the dark
Trapped in unremitting violence
As trees stripped of their bark
When they're buried in your dream
The past is a foreign country
They do things differently there
You're back in the old schoolhouse
With rows and rows of chairs
Well it might be war or Christmas
With the tanks and guns and flares
Or a witch that wields her broomstick
The stars of your nightmare
When they're buried in your dream
I was trapped on the edge of a waterfall
In an old riverboat
A proud queen washed up at last
She's giving up the ghost
Slimy green water rising
I knew that I would die
I had no time to abandon ship,
The morning had arrived

In the theatre of sleep
Where no reason remains
Dreamers and drifters
Make their entrance onto the stage
Non-stop scenery changes
With promptings in the dark
Trapped in unremitting violence
As trees stripped of their bark
When they're buried in your dream
The past is a foreign country
They do things differently there
You're back in the old schoolhouse
With rows and rows of chairs
Well it might be war or Christmas
With the tanks and guns and flares
Or a witch that wields her broomstick
The stars of your nightmare
When they're buried in your dream
I was trapped on the edge of a waterfall
In an old riverboat
A proud queen washed up at last
She's giving up the ghost
Slimy green water rising
I knew that I would die
I had no time to abandon ship,
The morning had arrived

He panics, feels around for a stone and hurls it at the brightest
point. The sound of breaking
glass echoes around the cave. As his vision is restored he catches
sight of two golden gloves
about one foot in diameter hovering away down the tunnel. When they
disappear a
resounding crack sears across the roof, and it collapses all around
him. Our hero is trapped
once again.

"This is it" he thinks, failing to move any of the fallen rocks

A gypsy compliment for (kneel down)
The scent of tyranny's daughter (we are found)
At seventeen were bled in wild cream

Passing milk thistle by
Fox on the run
Old ragged robin flies
Virtue undone

A garland of green flowers (field of lime)
Surround a silver smoke tree (yours and mine)
Sweet marigold, not easy to find

Passing milk thistle by...

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.

Turn and run,
Nothing can stop them,
Around every river and canal their power is growing.
Stamp them out,
We must destroy them.
They infiltrate each city with their thick dark warning odour.

They are invincible,
They seem immune to all our herbicidal battering.

Long ago in the Russian hills,
A Victorian explorer found the regal Hogweed by a marsh,
He captured it and brought it home.
Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge.
Royal beast did not forget.
He came home to London,
And made a present of the Hogweed to the Royal Gardens at Kew.

Waste no time,
They are approaching.
Hurry now, we must ptotect ourselves and find some shelter
Strike by night
They are defenceless.
They all need the sun to photosensitize their venom.

Still they're invincible,
Still they're immune to all our herbicidal battering.

Fashionable country gentlemen had some cultivated wild gardens,
In which they innocently planted the Giant Hogweed throughout the land.
Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge.
Royal beast did not forget.
Soon they escaped, spreading their seed, preparing for an onslaught,
Threatening the human race.

< THE DANCE OF THE GIANT HOGWEED >

Mighty Hogweed is avenged.
Human bodies soon will know our anger.
Kill them with your Hogweed hairs
HERACLEUM MANTEGAZZIANI

Giant Hogweed lives

Turn and run,
Nothing can stop them,
Around every river and canal their power is growing.
Stamp them out,
We must destroy them.
They infiltrate each city with their thick dark warning odour.

They are invincible,
They seem immune to all our herbicidal battering.

Long ago in the Russian hills,
A Victorian explorer found the regal Hogweed by a marsh,
He captured it and brought it home.
Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge.
Royal beast did not forget.
He came home to London,
And made a present of the Hogweed to the Royal Gardens at Kew.

Waste no time,
They are approaching.
Hurry now, we must ptotect ourselves and find some shelter
Strike by night
They are defenceless.
They all need the sun to photosensitize their venom.

Still they're invincible,
Still they're immune to all our herbicidal battering.

Fashionable country gentlemen had some cultivated wild gardens,
In which they innocently planted the Giant Hogweed throughout the land.
Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge.
Royal beast did not forget.
Soon they escaped, spreading their seed, preparing for an onslaught,
Threatening the human race.

< THE DANCE OF THE GIANT HOGWEED >

Mighty Hogweed is avenged.
Human bodies soon will know our anger.
Kill them with your Hogweed hairs
HERACLEUM MANTEGAZZIANI

Giant Hogweed lives

Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you,
All your hearts now seem so far from me
It hardly seems to matter now.

And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies.
But I am lost within this half-world,
It hardly seems to matter now.

Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.

Just a little bit,
Just a little bit more time,
Time left to live out my life.

Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old sould was he.
So he called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.

The clock, tick tock,
On the matelpiece,
And I want,
And I fee,
And I know,
And i touch,
The wall.

She's a lady, she's got time.
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face.
She's a lady, she's mine.
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh.

I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time has past me by
It doesn't seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say
Why don't you touch me, touch me,
Why don't you touch me, touch me, touch me,
Touch me now, now, now, now, now.....

Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you,
All your hearts now seem so far from me
It hardly seems to matter now.

And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies.
But I am lost within this half-world,
It hardly seems to matter now.

Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.

Just a little bit,
Just a little bit more time,
Time left to live out my life.

Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old sould was he.
So he called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.

The clock, tick tock,
On the matelpiece,
And I want,
And I fee,
And I know,
And i touch,
The wall.

She's a lady, she's got time.
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face.
She's a lady, she's mine.
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh.

I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time has past me by
It doesn't seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say
Why don't you touch me, touch me,
Why don't you touch me, touch me, touch me,
Touch me now, now, now, now, now.....

Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you,
All your hearts now seem so far from me
It hardly seems to matter now.

And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies.
But I am lost within this half-world,
It hardly seems to matter now.

Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.

Just a little bit,
Just a little bit more time,
Time left to live out my life.

Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old sould was he.
So he called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.

The clock, tick tock,
On the matelpiece,
And I want,
And I fee,
And I know,
And i touch,
The wall.

She's a lady, she's got time.
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face.
She's a lady, she's mine.
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh.

I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time has past me by
It doesn't seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say
Why don't you touch me, touch me,
Why don't you touch me, touch me, touch me,
Touch me now, now, now, now, now.....

Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you,
All your hearts now seem so far from me
It hardly seems to matter now.

And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies.
But I am lost within this half-world,
It hardly seems to matter now.

Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.

Just a little bit,
Just a little bit more time,
Time left to live out my life.

Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old sould was he.
So he called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.

The clock, tick tock,
On the matelpiece,
And I want,
And I fee,
And I know,
And i touch,
The wall.

She's a lady, she's got time.
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face.
She's a lady, she's mine.
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh.

I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time has past me by
It doesn't seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say
Why don't you touch me, touch me,
Why don't you touch me, touch me, touch me,
Touch me now, now, now, now, now.....

Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you,
All your hearts now seem so far from me
It hardly seems to matter now.

And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies.
But I am lost within this half-world,
It hardly seems to matter now.

Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.

Just a little bit,
Just a little bit more time,
Time left to live out my life.

Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old sould was he.
So he called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.

The clock, tick tock,
On the matelpiece,
And I want,
And I fee,
And I know,
And i touch,
The wall.

She's a lady, she's got time.
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face.
She's a lady, she's mine.
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh.

I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time has past me by
It doesn't seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say
Why don't you touch me, touch me,
Why don't you touch me, touch me, touch me,
Touch me now, now, now, now, now.....

Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you,
All your hearts now seem so far from me
It hardly seems to matter now.

And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies.
But I am lost within this half-world,
It hardly seems to matter now.

Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.

Just a little bit,
Just a little bit more time,
Time left to live out my life.

Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old sould was he.
So he called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.

The clock, tick tock,
On the matelpiece,
And I want,
And I fee,
And I know,
And i touch,
The wall.

She's a lady, she's got time.
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face.
She's a lady, she's mine.
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh.

I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time has past me by
It doesn't seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say
Why don't you touch me, touch me,
Why don't you touch me, touch me, touch me,
Touch me now, now, now, now, now.....

As he walks along the gorge's edge,
He meets a sense of yesteryear.
A window in the bank above his head
Reveals his home amidst the streets.

Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint
The smell of acid on his gun of paint.
As it carves out anger in a blood-red band,
Destroyed tomorrow by an unknown hand;
-My home.
Is this the way out from this endless scene?
Or just an entrance to another dream?
And the light dies down on Broadway.

But as the skylight beckons him to leave,
He hears a scream fro far below.
Within the raging water, writhes the form
Of brother John, he cries for help.

The gate is fading now, but open wide,
But John is drowning, I must decide
Between the freedom I had in the rat-race,
Or to stay forever in this forsaken place;
Hey John!
He makes for the river and the gate is gone,
Back to the void where it came from.
And the light dies down on Broadway

As he walks along the gorge's edge,
He meets a sense of yesteryear.
A window in the bank above his head
Reveals his home amidst the streets.

Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint
The smell of acid on his gun of paint.
As it carves out anger in a blood-red band,
Destroyed tomorrow by an unknown hand;
-My home.
Is this the way out from this endless scene?
Or just an entrance to another dream?
And the light dies down on Broadway.

But as the skylight beckons him to leave,
He hears a scream fro far below.
Within the raging water, writhes the form
Of brother John, he cries for help.

The gate is fading now, but open wide,
But John is drowning, I must decide
Between the freedom I had in the rat-race,
Or to stay forever in this forsaken place;
Hey John!
He makes for the river and the gate is gone,
Back to the void where it came from.
And the light dies down on Broadway

The scent grows richer, he knows he must be near,
He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier.
Each step he takes, the perfumes change
From familiar fragrance to flavours strange.
A magnificent chamber meets his eye.

Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist.
Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze he's gently kissed.

Thinking he is quite alone,
He enters the room, as if it were his own,
But ripples on the sweet pink water
Reveal some company unthought of-

Rael stands astonished doubting his sight,
Struck by beauty, gripped in fright;
Three vermilion snakes of female face,
The smallest motion, filled with grace.
Muted melodies fill the echoing hall,
But there is no sign of warning in the siren's call:
"Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool.
We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool."

Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind,
He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind.
"With their tongues, they test, taste and judge all that is mine.
They move in a series of caresses
That glide up and down my spine.

As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain,
Only a magic that a name would stain.
With the first drop of my blood in their veins
Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains.
The fairest cries, 'We all have loved you Rael'."

Each empty snakelike body floats,
Silent sorrow in empty boats.
A sickly sourness fills the room,
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom.
Looking for motion I know I will not find,
I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined
"O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food"
It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my choclate fingers.

Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue,
The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you

The scent grows richer, he knows he must be near,
He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier.
Each step he takes, the perfumes change
From familiar fragrance to flavours strange.
A magnificent chamber meets his eye.

Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist.
Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze he's gently kissed.

Thinking he is quite alone,
He enters the room, as if it were his own,
But ripples on the sweet pink water
Reveal some company unthought of-

Rael stands astonished doubting his sight,
Struck by beauty, gripped in fright;
Three vermilion snakes of female face,
The smallest motion, filled with grace.
Muted melodies fill the echoing hall,
But there is no sign of warning in the siren's call:
"Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool.
We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool."

Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind,
He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind.
"With their tongues, they test, taste and judge all that is mine.
They move in a series of caresses
That glide up and down my spine.

As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain,
Only a magic that a name would stain.
With the first drop of my blood in their veins
Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains.
The fairest cries, 'We all have loved you Rael'."

Each empty snakelike body floats,
Silent sorrow in empty boats.
A sickly sourness fills the room,
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom.
Looking for motion I know I will not find,
I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined
"O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food"
It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my choclate fingers.

Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue,
The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you

(Written by Banks,Collins,Gabriel,Hackett,Rutherford)

And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Early morning Manhattan,
Ocean winds blow on the land.
The Movie-Palace is now undone,
The all-night watchmen have had their fun.
Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show,
It's the same old ending - time to go.
Get out!

It seems they cannot leave their dream.
There's something moving in the sidewalk steam,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Nighttimes's flyers feel their pains,
Drugstore takes down the chains.
Metal motion comes in bursts,
But the gas station can quench that thirst.
Suspension cracked on unmade road
The trucker's eyes read 'Overload'
And out of the subway,
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
Exits into daylight, spraygun hid,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

The lamb seems right out of place,
Yet the Broadway street scene find a focus in its face.
Somehow it's lying there,
Brings a stillness to the air.
Though man-made light, at night is very bright,
There's no whitewash victim,
As the neons dim, to the coat of white.
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
Wipes his gun - he's forgotten what he did,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Suzanne tired her work all done,
Thinks money - honey - be on - neon.
Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn
And the sawdust king spits out his scorn,
Wonder women you can draw your blind!
Don't look at me! I'm not your kind.
I'm Rael!

Something inside me has just begun,
Lord knows what I have done,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway,
On Broadway -
They say the lights are always bright on Broadway,
They say there's always magic in the air.

(Written by Banks,Collins,Gabriel,Hackett,Rutherford)

And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Early morning Manhattan,
Ocean winds blow on the land.
The Movie-Palace is now undone,
The all-night watchmen have had their fun.
Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show,
It's the same old ending - time to go.
Get out!

It seems they cannot leave their dream.
There's something moving in the sidewalk steam,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Nighttimes's flyers feel their pains,
Drugstore takes down the chains.
Metal motion comes in bursts,
But the gas station can quench that thirst.
Suspension cracked on unmade road
The trucker's eyes read 'Overload'
And out of the subway,
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
Exits into daylight, spraygun hid,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

The lamb seems right out of place,
Yet the Broadway street scene find a focus in its face.
Somehow it's lying there,
Brings a stillness to the air.
Though man-made light, at night is very bright,
There's no whitewash victim,
As the neons dim, to the coat of white.
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
Wipes his gun - he's forgotten what he did,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Suzanne tired her work all done,
Thinks money - honey - be on - neon.
Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn
And the sawdust king spits out his scorn,
Wonder women you can draw your blind!
Don't look at me! I'm not your kind.
I'm Rael!

Something inside me has just begun,
Lord knows what I have done,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway,
On Broadway -
They say the lights are always bright on Broadway,
They say there's always magic in the air.

(Written by Banks,Collins,Gabriel,Hackett,Rutherford)

And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Early morning Manhattan,
Ocean winds blow on the land.
The Movie-Palace is now undone,
The all-night watchmen have had their fun.
Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show,
It's the same old ending - time to go.
Get out!

It seems they cannot leave their dream.
There's something moving in the sidewalk steam,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Nighttimes's flyers feel their pains,
Drugstore takes down the chains.
Metal motion comes in bursts,
But the gas station can quench that thirst.
Suspension cracked on unmade road
The trucker's eyes read 'Overload'
And out of the subway,
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
Exits into daylight, spraygun hid,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

The lamb seems right out of place,
Yet the Broadway street scene find a focus in its face.
Somehow it's lying there,
Brings a stillness to the air.
Though man-made light, at night is very bright,
There's no whitewash victim,
As the neons dim, to the coat of white.
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
Wipes his gun - he's forgotten what he did,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Suzanne tired her work all done,
Thinks money - honey - be on - neon.
Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn
And the sawdust king spits out his scorn,
Wonder women you can draw your blind!
Don't look at me! I'm not your kind.
I'm Rael!

Something inside me has just begun,
Lord knows what I have done,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway,
On Broadway -
They say the lights are always bright on Broadway,
They say there's always magic in the air.

(Written by Banks,Collins,Gabriel,Hackett,Rutherford)

And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Early morning Manhattan,
Ocean winds blow on the land.
The Movie-Palace is now undone,
The all-night watchmen have had their fun.
Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show,
It's the same old ending - time to go.
Get out!

It seems they cannot leave their dream.
There's something moving in the sidewalk steam,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Nighttimes's flyers feel their pains,
Drugstore takes down the chains.
Metal motion comes in bursts,
But the gas station can quench that thirst.
Suspension cracked on unmade road
The trucker's eyes read 'Overload'
And out of the subway,
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
Exits into daylight, spraygun hid,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

The lamb seems right out of place,
Yet the Broadway street scene find a focus in its face.
Somehow it's lying there,
Brings a stillness to the air.
Though man-made light, at night is very bright,
There's no whitewash victim,
As the neons dim, to the coat of white.
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
Wipes his gun - he's forgotten what he did,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Suzanne tired her work all done,
Thinks money - honey - be on - neon.
Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn
And the sawdust king spits out his scorn,
Wonder women you can draw your blind!
Don't look at me! I'm not your kind.
I'm Rael!

Something inside me has just begun,
Lord knows what I have done,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway,
On Broadway -
They say the lights are always bright on Broadway,
They say there's always magic in the air.

Tell me my life is about to begin
Tell me that I am a hero
Promise me all your violent dreams
Light up your body in anger.
Now, in this ugly world
It is time to destroy this evil.
Now, when I give the word
Are you ready to fight for your freedom?
NOW

Stand up and fight, for you know we are right
We must strike at the lies
That have spread like disease through our minds.

Soon we'll have power, every soldier will rest
And we'll spread out of kindness
To all who our love now deserve.
Some of you are going to die
Martyrs of course to the freedom that I shall provide.

I'll give you the names of those you must kill,
All must die with their children.
Carry their heads to the palace of old,
Hang them on stakes let the blood flow.
Now, in this hate-filled world
We must break all the chains that have bound us.
Now, the crusade has begun
We shall make this a land fit for heroes.
NOW

Stand up and fight, for you know we are right
We must strike at the lies
That have spread like disease through our minds.

Soon we'll have power, every soldier will rest
And we'll spread out of kindness
To all who our love now deserve.
Some of you are going to die
Martyrs of course to the freedom that I shall provide.

We are only wanting freedom.

WE HAVE WON

Some of you are going to die,
Martyrs of course to the freedom I shall provide.

"It's the last great adventure left to mankind"
- Screams a drooping lady
Offering her dreamdolls at less than extortionate prices.
And as the notes and coins are taken out
I'm taken in, to the factory floor.

For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- All ready to use
The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- Just need a fuse.

Got people stocked in every shade,
He must be doing well with trade.
Stamped, addressed, in odd fatality,
That evens out their personality.
With profit potential marked by a sign.
I can recognise some of the production line.
No bite at all in labour bondage,
Just wrinkled wrappers or human bandage.

The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- All ready to use
It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- Just need a fuse.

The hall runs like clockwork
Their hands mark out the time,
Empty in their fullness
Like a frozen pantomime.
Everyone's a sales representative
Wearing slogans in their shrine.
Dishing out failsafe superlative.
Brother John is No. 9.

For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- All ready to use
It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- Just need a fuse.

And the decor on the ceiling
Has planned out their future day
I see no sign of free will,
So I guess I'll have to pay,
Pay my way.
For the Grand Parade.
For the Grand Parade.
For the Grand Parade.

For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- All ready to use
The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- Just need a fuse.

The Grand parade, The Grand parade, The Grand parade...

"It's the last great adventure left to mankind"
- Screams a drooping lady
Offering her dreamdolls at less than extortionate prices.
And as the notes and coins are taken out
I'm taken in, to the factory floor.

For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- All ready to use
The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- Just need a fuse.

Got people stocked in every shade,
He must be doing well with trade.
Stamped, addressed, in odd fatality,
That evens out their personality.
With profit potential marked by a sign.
I can recognise some of the production line.
No bite at all in labour bondage,
Just wrinkled wrappers or human bandage.

The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- All ready to use
It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- Just need a fuse.

The hall runs like clockwork
Their hands mark out the time,
Empty in their fullness
Like a frozen pantomime.
Everyone's a sales representative
Wearing slogans in their shrine.
Dishing out failsafe superlative.
Brother John is No. 9.

For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- All ready to use
It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- Just need a fuse.

And the decor on the ceiling
Has planned out their future day
I see no sign of free will,
So I guess I'll have to pay,
Pay my way.
For the Grand Parade.
For the Grand Parade.
For the Grand Parade.

For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- All ready to use
The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- Just need a fuse.

The Grand parade, The Grand parade, The Grand parade...

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:
"Where are you my father. Give wisdom to your son"
Narrator:
"Then he could go no farther.
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
Distrubed the strange tranquility.

Salmacis:
"The waters are disturbed. Some creature has been stirred"
Narrator:
"The waters are disturbed
The 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:
"We shall be one. We shall be joined as one"
Narrator:
"She wanted them 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 descended from ther 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:
"We are the one. We are the one"
Narrator:
"The two are now made 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.

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...

[1. 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.'

His 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,
Cos his handshake keep 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, you sentence has only just begun
You better run and join your brother John."

[2. A VISIT TO THE DOKTOR]

Slipperman:
"You're in the colony of slippermen.
There's no who? why? what? or when?
You 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.

The Doktor:
Understand Rael, its the end of your tail.

Rael:
"Don't delay, dock the dick!"
I watch his countdown timer tick...

[3. 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 comes down from the sky,
It's a supersize 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 take 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 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... some concern...

I'm in 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
I 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...

Home from work our Juliet
Clears her morning meal.
She dabs her skin with pretty smells
Concealing to appeal.
I will make my bed,
She said, but turned to go.
Can she be late for her cinema show?
Cinema show?

Romeo locks his basement flat,
And scurries up the stair.
With head held high and floral tie,
A weekend millionaire.
I will make my bed
With her tonight, he cries.
Can he fail armed with his chocolate surprise?

Take a little trip back with father Tiresias,
Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through.
I have crossed betwen the poles, for me there's no mystery.
Once a man, like the sea I raged,
Once a woman, like the earth I gave.
There is in fact more earth than sea.

Take a little trip back with father Tiresias,
Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through.
I have crossed betwen the poles, for me there's no mystery.
Once a man, like the sea I raged,
Once a woman, like the earth I gave.
But there is in fact more earth than sea.

Home from work our Juliet
Clears her morning meal.
She dabs her skin with pretty smells
Concealing to appeal.
I will make my bed,
She said, but turned to go.
Can she be late for her cinema show?
Cinema show?

Romeo locks his basement flat,
And scurries up the stair.
With head held high and floral tie,
A weekend millionaire.
I will make my bed
With her tonight, he cries.
Can he fail armed with his chocolate surprise?

Take a little trip back with father Tiresias,
Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through.
I have crossed betwen the poles, for me there's no mystery.
Once a man, like the sea I raged,
Once a woman, like the earth I gave.
There is in fact more earth than sea.

Take a little trip back with father Tiresias,
Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through.
I have crossed betwen the poles, for me there's no mystery.
Once a man, like the sea I raged,
Once a woman, like the earth I gave.
But there is in fact more earth than sea.

At the top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people,
Running around to all the doors.
They try to find, find themselves an audience;
Their deductions need applause.

The rich man stands in front of me.
The poor man behind my back.
They believe they can control the game,
But the juggler holds another pack.

I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.

I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman,
You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can.
He'll smile through his guard,
Survival trains hard.
I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands,
He looks at you once, you know he understands,
Don't need any shield,
When you're out in the field.

But down here,
I'm so alone with my fear,
With everything that I hear.
And every single door, that I've walked through
Brings me back, back here again,
I've got to find my own way.

The priest and the magician,
Singing all the chants that they have ever heard;
And they're all calling out my name,
Even academics, searching printed word.

My father to the left of me,
My mother to the right.
Like everyone else they're pointing
But nowhere feels quite right.

And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.

I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found.
There's no need to sell if you're homeword bound.
If I choose a side.
He won't take me for a ride.

Back inside
This chamber of so many doors;
I've nowhere, nowhere to hide.
I'd give you all of my dreams, if you'd help me.
Find a door
That doesn't lead me back again
- Take me away.

At the top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people,
Running around to all the doors.
They try to find, find themselves an audience;
Their deductions need applause.

The rich man stands in front of me.
The poor man behind my back.
They believe they can control the game,
But the juggler holds another pack.

I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.

I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman,
You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can.
He'll smile through his guard,
Survival trains hard.
I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands,
He looks at you once, you know he understands,
Don't need any shield,
When you're out in the field.

But down here,
I'm so alone with my fear,
With everything that I hear.
And every single door, that I've walked through
Brings me back, back here again,
I've got to find my own way.

The priest and the magician,
Singing all the chants that they have ever heard;
And they're all calling out my name,
Even academics, searching printed word.

My father to the left of me,
My mother to the right.
Like everyone else they're pointing
But nowhere feels quite right.

And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.

I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found.
There's no need to sell if you're homeword bound.
If I choose a side.
He won't take me for a ride.

Back inside
This chamber of so many doors;
I've nowhere, nowhere to hide.
I'd give you all of my dreams, if you'd help me.
Find a door
That doesn't lead me back again
- Take me away.

There is lamb's wool 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 memory
There's no room to avoid

The crawlers cover the floor
In the red ocher corridor
For my second sight of people
They've more life blood 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 gotta get in to get out
We've gotta get in to get out
We've gotta 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.
They are pulled up by the magnet
Believing they're free
The carpet crawlers heed their callers
We've gotta get in to get out
We've gotta get in to get out
We've gotta 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 gotta get in to get out
We've gotta get in to get out
We've gotta get in to get out

The porcelain mannequin
With shattered skin fears attack
And the eager pack lift up their pitchers
They carry all they lack
The liquid has congealed
Which has seeped out through the crack
And the tickler takes his stickleback
The carpet crawlers heed their callers
We've gotta get in to get out
We've gotta get in to get out
We've gotta get in to get out

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

The carpet crawlers heed their callers

(Taken from a news story concerning two rival gangs fighting over East-End Protection rights)

Along the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars - luxury cars.
Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars - superscars!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
'Cos they disagree on a gangland boundary.
Yes, they disagree on a gangland boundary.

There's Willy Wright and his boys - one helluva noise, that's Billy's boys!
With fully fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs, the Barking Slugs - supersmugs!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
Yes, these Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor,
East end heroes got to score in...

The Battle of Epping Forest,
yes it's the Battle of Epping Forest,
right outside your door.
No, you ain't seen nothing like it,
No, you ain't seen nothing like it,
Not since the Civil War.

Coming over the hill are the boys of Bill,
And Johnny's lads stand very still.
With the thumpire's shout, they all start to clout
- There's no guns in this gentleman's bout.
Georgie moves in on the outside left
With a chain flying round his head;
And Harold Demure, from Art Literature,
Nips up the nearest tree.
(Here comes the cavalry!)

Amidst the battle roar,
Accountants keep the score: 10-4
They've never been alone, after getting a radiophone.
The bluebells are ringing for Sweetmeal Sam, real ham,
Handing out bread and jam just like any picnic
picnic,picnic,picnic

It's 5-4 on William Wright; he made his pile on Derby night.
When Billy was a kid, walking the streets, the other kids hid - so they did!
And now, after working hard in security trade, he's got it made.
The shops that need aid are those that haven't paid.

"I do my dobule-show quick!" said Mick the Prick, fresh out the nick.
"I sell cheap holiday. The minute they leave, then a visit I pay - and does it pay!"

And his friend, Liquid Len by name, of Wine Women and Wandsworth fame,
said "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed! I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed! Got me framed!"

They called me the Reverend when I entered the Church unstained;
My employers have changed but the name has remained.
It all began when I went on a tour,
Hoping to find some furniture.
I followed a sign - it said "Beautiful Chest."
It led to a lady who showed me her best.
She was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes.
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out of his job
To see what the trouble was.

"Louise, is the Reverend hard to please?"
"You're telling me!"
"Perhaps, sir, it's not too late,
We could interest you in our old-fashioned Staffordshire plate?"
"Oh no, not me, I'm a man of repute."
But the Devil caught hold of my soul and a voice called out "Shoot!"

To save my steeple, I visited people;
For this I'd gone when I met Little John.
His name came, I understood,
When the judge said "You are a robbing hood."
He told me of his strange foundation,
Conceived on sight of the Woodstock nation;
He'd had to hide his reputation.
When poor, 'twas salvation from door to door.
But now, with a pin-up guru every week,
It's Love, Peace & Truth Incorporated for all who seek.

He employed me as a karmamechanic, with overall charms.
His hands were then fit to receive, receive alms.

That's why we're in
The Battle of Epping Forest,
yes it's the Battle of Epping Forest,
Right outside your door.

We guard your souls for peanuts,
And we guard your shops and houses
For just a little more
Just a little more

In with a left hook is the Bethnal Green Butcher,
But he's countered on the right by Mick's chain-gang fight,
And Liquid Len, with his smashed bottle men,
Is lobbing Bob the Nob across the gob.
With his kisser in a mess, Bob seems under stress,
But Jones the Jug hits Len right in the mug;
And Harold Demure, who's still not quite sure,
Fires acorns from out of his sling.
(Here come the cavalry!)

Up, up above the crowd,
Inside their Silver Cloud, done proud,
The bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glass.
The butler's got jam on his Rolls; Roy doles out the lot,
With tea from a silver pot just like any picnic.
picnic, picnic, picnic

Along the Forest Road, it's the end of the day and the Clouds roll away.
Each has got its load - they'll come out for the count at the break-in of day.
When the limos return for their final review, it's all through
- All they can see is the morning goo.
"There's no-one left alive - must be a draw."
So the Blackcap Barons toss a coin to settle the score.

Take these pearls from an oyster shell
From the depths of the ocean bed
From the bottom of the sea like a wishing well

Take these stones fashioned into jewels
Like the essence of a half remembered song
From the crust of the earth to the limits of the sky

Take these stones fashioned into jewels
Like the essence of a half remembered song
From the crust of the earth to the limits of the sky

Take these pearls from an oyster shell
From the depths of the ocean bed
From the bottom of the sea like a wishing well

Take these stones fashioned into jewels
Like the essence of a half remembered song
From the crust of the earth to the limits of the sky

Take these stones fashioned into jewels
Like the essence of a half remembered song
From the crust of the earth to the limits of the sky

Take these pearls from an oyster shell
From the depths of the ocean bed
From the bottom of the sea like a wishing well

Take these stones fashioned into jewels
Like the essence of a half remembered song
From the crust of the earth to the limits of the sky

Take these stones fashioned into jewels
Like the essence of a half remembered song
From the crust of the earth to the limits of the sky

Take these pearls from an oyster shell
From the depths of the ocean bed
From the bottom of the sea like a wishing well

Take these stones fashioned into jewels
Like the essence of a half remembered song
From the crust of the earth to the limits of the sky

Take these stones fashioned into jewels
Like the essence of a half remembered song
From the crust of the earth to the limits of the sky