"FOXTROT" GENESIS, 1972GET'EM OUT BY Friday JOHN PEBBLE OF STYX ENTERPRISES "Get'em out by Friday! You don't get paid till the last one's well on his way. Get'em out by Friday! It's important that we keep to schedule, there must be no delay." MARK HALL OF STYX ENTERPRISES (OTHERWISE KNOWN AS 'THE WINKLER') "I represent a firm of gentlemen who recently purchased this house and all the others in the road, In the interest of humanity we've found a better place for you to go-go-go." MRS. BARROW (A TENANT) "Oh, no, this I can't believe, Oh, Mary, they're asking us to leave." MR. PEBBLE "Get'em out by Friday! I've told you before, 's good many gone if we let them stay. And if it isn't easy, You can squeeze a little grease and our troubles will soon run away." MRS BARROW "After all this time they ask us to leave, And I told them we could pay double the rent. I don't know why it seemed so funny, Seeing as how they'd take more money. The winkler called again, he came here this morning, With four hundred pounds, and a photograph of the place he has found. A block of flats with central heating. I think we're going to find it hard." MR. PEBBLE "Now we've got them! I've always said that cash cash cash can do anything well. Work can be rewarding When a flash of intuition is a gift that helps you excel-sell-sell." MR. HALL "Here we are in Harlow New Town, did you recognize your block across the square, over there, Sadly since last time we've found we've had to raise the rent again, just a bit." MRS. BARROW "Oh, no, this I can't believe, Oh, Mary, and we agreed to leave." (a passage of time) 18/9/2012 T.V. FLASH ON ALL DIAL-A-PROGRAM SERVICES This is an announcement from Genetic Control: "It is my sad duty to inform you of a 4ft. restriction on humanoid height." EXTRACT FROM CONVERSATION OF JOE ORDINARY IN LOCAL PUBORAMA "I hear the directors of Genetic Control have been buying all the properties that have recently been sold, taking risks oh so bold. It's said now that people will be shorter in height, they can fit twice as many in the same building site. (they say it's alright), Beginning with the tenants of the town of Harlow, in the interest of humanity they've been told they must go-go-go-go." SIR JOHN DE PEBBLE OF UNITED BLACKSPRINGS INTERNATIONAL "I think I've fixed a new deal A dozen properties - we'll buy at five and sell at thirty four, Some are still inhabited, It's time to send the winkler to see them, he'll have to work some more." MEMO FROM SATIN PETER OF ROCK DEVELOPMENTS LTD. With land in your hand you'll be happy on earth Then invest in the Church for your heaven. TIME TABLE 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 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 eachrace to believe That no race has been grander It seems because through time and space Though names may change each face retains the mark 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 week must die according to nature's law As old as they. WATCHER OF THE SKIES Watcher of the skies watcher of all His is 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, or do the know more than their childhood games ? Maybe the lizard's shed it's tail, This is the end of man's 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 union with Earth. From life alone to life as one, Think not 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. CAN-UTILITY AND THE COASTLINERS The scattered pages of a book by the sea, Held by the sand washed by the waves A shadow forms cast by a cloud, Skimming by as eyes of the past, but the rising tide Absorbs them effortlessly claiming. They told of one who tired of all singing, Praise him, praise him. We heed not flatters he cried, By our command, waters retreat, Show my power, halt at my feet, But the cause was lost, Now cold wings blow. For from the north overcast ranks advance Fear of the storm accusing with rage and scorn. The waves surround the sinking throne Singing crown him, crown him, "Those who love our majesty show themselves!" All bent their knees. But he forced a smile even though His hopes lay dashed where offering fell. Nothing can my peace destroy as long as no one smiles. More opened ears and opened eyes, And soon they dared to laugh. See a little man with his face turning red Though his story's often told you can tell he's dead. SUPPER'S READY I. LOVERS' LEAP 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 in 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 time. Hasn't it ? II. 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 spoonfull of miracle, He's the guaranteed sanctuary man. We will rock you, rock you little snake, We will keep you snug and warm. III. IKHNATON AND ITSACON AND THEIR BAND OF MERRY MEN Wearing feeling 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, band, 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 warlord. IV. HOW DARE I BE SO BEAUTIFUL ? Wandering in the chaos the battle has left, We climb up the mountain of human flesh, To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life. A young figure sits still by her 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? V. 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 focks 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, and the egg was a bird Hadn't you heard? 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 to dum to mum Mem diddley washing, Mum diddley washing You're all full of ball. Let me hear your lies, we're living 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, Yes deep in the soil. So we'll end with a whistle and end with a bang and all of us fit in our places. VI. 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. The Dragon's coming out of the sea, with the 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. You'd 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, reflecting 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 out love is true, I've been so far from here, Far from your loving arms, Now I'm back again, and baby it's going to work out fine. VII. 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. "G E N E S I S" "T H E L A M B L I E S D O W N O N B R O A D W A Y" THE LAMB LIES DOWN ON BROADWAY 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. Nightime's flyers feel their pains. Drugstore takes down the chains. Metal motion comes in burst, 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 the 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 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. FLY ON A WINDSHIELD There's something solid forming in the air, The wall of death is lowered in Time Square. No-one seems to care, They carry on as if nothing was there. The wind is blowing harder now, Blowing dust into my eyes. The dust settles on my skin, Making a crust I cannot move in And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway. BROADWAY MELODY OF 1974 Echoes of the Broadway Everglades, With her mythical madonnas still walking in their shades: Lenny Bruce, declares a truce and plays his other hand. Marshall McIuhan, casual viewin', head buried in the sand. Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ship sailing. Groucho, with his movies trailing, stands alone with his punchline failing. Klu Klux Klan serve hot soul food and the band plays 'In the Mood' The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand, there's a smell of peach blossom and bitter almonde. Caryl Chessman sniffs the air and leade the parade, he knows in a scent, you can bottle all you made. There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes, smiling at the majorettes smoking Winston Cigarettes. And as the song and dance begins, the children play at home with needles; needles and pins. CUCKOO COCOON Wrapped up in some powdered wool - I guess I'm losing touch. Don't tell me this is dying, 'cos I ain't changed that much. The only sound is water drops, I wonder where the hell I am, Some kind of jam? Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you? There's nothing I can recognise; this is nowhere that I've known. With no sign of life at all, I guess that I'm alone, And I feel so secure that I know this can't be real but I feel good. Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you? I wonder if I'm a prisoner locked in some Brooklyn jail - or some sort of Jonah shut up inside the whale. No - I'm still Rael and I'm stuck in some kind of cave, what could've saved me? Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you? IN THE CAGE There's sunshine in my stomach Like I just rocked my baby to sleep. There's 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 soul 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 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. 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 the 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'm solid And I am my own bad luck. But outside John disappears and my cage dissolves, and without any reason my body revolves. Keep on turning Keep on turning Turning around spinning around. THE GRAND PARADE OF LIFELESS PACKAGING "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, 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 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. 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 of Lifeless Packaging - All ready to use the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging - just need a fuse. BACK IN N.Y.C. I see faces and traces of home back in New York City - So you think I'm a tough kid? Is that what you heard? Well I like to see some action and it gets into my blood. They call me a trail blazer - Rael - electric razor I'm the pitcher in the chain gang, we don't believe in pain 'cos we're only as strong, as the weakest link in the chain. Let me out of pontiac when I was just seventeen, I had to get it out of me, if you know what I mean, what I mean. You say I must be crazy, 'cos I don't care who I hit, who I hit. But I know it's me that's hitting out and I'm not full of shit. I don't care who I hurt. I don't care who I do wrong. This is your mess I'm stuck in, I really don't belong. When I take out my bottle, filled up high with gasoline, You can tell by the night fires where Rael has been, has been. As I cuddled the porcupine He said I had none to blame, but me. Held my heart, deep in hair, Time to shave, shave it off, it off. No time for romantic escape, When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! Off we go. Your sitting in your comfort you don't believe I'm real, You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel. Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash, But it was mine in the first place, so I'll burn it to ash. And I've tasted all the strongest meats, And laid them down in coloured sheets. Who needs illusion of love and affection When you're out walking in the streets with your mainline connection? connection. As I cuddled the porcupine He said I had none to blame, but me. Held my heart, deep in hair. Time to shave, shave it off, it off. No time for romantic escape, When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! COUNTING OUT TIME I'm counting out time, Got the whole thing down by numbers. All those numbers! Give me guidance! O Lord I need that now. The day of judgement's come, And you can bet that I've been resting, for this testing, Digesting every word the experts say. Erogenous zones I love you. Without you, what would a poor boy do? Found a girl I wanted to date, Though I'd better get it straight. Went to buy a book before's too late. Don't leave nothing to fate. And I have studied every line, every page in the book, And now I've got the real thing here, I'm gonna take a look, take a look. This is it Rael! I'm counting out time, hoping it goes like I planned it, 'cos I understand it. Look! I've found the hotspots, Figs 1-9. - still counting out time, got my finger on the button, "Don't say nuttin - just lie there still And I'll get you turned on just fine." Erogenous zones I love you. Without you, what would a poor boy do? Touch and go with 1-6. Bit of trouble in zone No.7. Gotta remember all my tricks. There's heaven ahead in No.11! Getting crucial responses with dilation of the pupils. "Honey get hip! It's time to unzip, to unzip. Whipee!" - Move over Casanova - I'm counting out time, reaction none to happy, Please don't slap me, I'm a red blooded male and the book said I could not fail. I'm counting out time, I got unexpected distress from my mistress I'll get my money back from the bookstore right away. Erogenous zones I question you - Without you, what would a poor boy do? Without you, mankind handkinds thru' the blues. THE CARPET CRAWLERS 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 void. 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, 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." There's only one direction in the faces that I see; It's upward to the ceiling, where the chambers 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 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." The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack. 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 got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out." THE CHAMBER OF 32 DOORS At the top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people, running around to all the doors. They try to 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 here again, I've got to find my own way. The priest and the magician, Singing all the chants that they have ever heard; 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 homeward 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 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. LILYWHITE LILITH The chamber was in confusion - all the voices shouted loud. I could only just hear, a voice quite near say, "Please help me through the crowd" 'Said if I helped her thru' she could help me too, but I could see that she was wholly blind. But from her pale face and her pale skin, a moonlight shined. Lilywhite Lilith, She gonna take you thru' the tunnel of night Lyliwhite Lilith, She gonna lead you right. When I'd led her through the people, the angry noise began to grow. She said "Let me feel the way the breezes blow, and I'll show you where to go." So I followed her into a big round cave, she said "They're coming for you, now don't be afraid." Then she sat me down on a cold stone throne, carved in jade. Lilywhite Lilith, She gonna take you thru' the tunnel of night. Lilywhite Lilith, She gonna lead you right. She leaves me in my darkness, I have to face my fear, And the darkness closes in on me, I can hear a whirring sound growing near. I can see the corner of the tunnel, Lit up by whatever's coming here. Two golden globes float into the room And a blaze of white light fills the air. ANYWAY All the pumping's nearly over for my sweet heart, This is the one for me, Time to meet the chef, O boy! running man is out of death. Feel cold and old, it's getting hard to catch my breath. 's back to ash, 'now, you've had your flash boy' The rocks, in time, compress your blood to oil, your flesh to coal, enrich the soil, not everybody's goal. Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse, But I'm sure I hear a train. O boy! I don't even feel no pain - I guess I must be driving myself insane. Damn it all! does earth plug a hole in heaven, Or heaven plug a hole in earth - 'how wonderful to be so profound, when everything you are is dying underground.' I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow. I could have been exploded in space Different orbits for my bones Not me, just quietly buried in stones, Keep the deadline open with my maker! See me stretch; for God's elastic acre The doorbell rings and its "Good morning Rael So sorry you had to wait. It won't be long, yeh! She's very rarely late." THE SUPERNATURAL ANAESTHETIST 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. THE LAMIA 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 chocolate fingers. Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue, The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you. THE COLONY OF SLIPPERMEN 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 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." A VISIT TO THE DOCTOR 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, Doctor Dyper, reformed sniper - he'll whip off your windscreenwiper." Rael: John and I are able To face the doctor and his marble table. The Doctor: Understand Rael, it's the end of your tail. Rael: "Don't delay, dock the dick!" I watch his countdown timer tick.... THE RAVEN He places the number into a tube, 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 the 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 my 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. 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 I've got. He leads me down and 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. 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 from 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. RIDING THE SCREE Struggling down the slope, There's not much hope. I begin to try to ride the scree but the rocks are tumbling all around me. If I want John alive, I've got to ditch my fear - take a dive While I've still got my drive to survive. Evel Knievel you got nothing on me. Here I go! IN THE RAPIDS Moving down the water John is drifting out of sight, It's only at the turning point That you find out how to fight. In the cold, feel the cold all around And the rush of crashing water Surrounds me with its sound. Striking out to reach you I can't get through to the other side, When your racing in the rapids There's only one way, that's to ride. Taken down, taken down by the undertow And I'm spiralled down the river bed, My fire is burning low. Catching hold of a rock that's firm, I'm waiting for John to be carried past. We hold together and shoot the rapids fast. And when the waters slow down The dark and the deep have no-one left to keep. Hang on John! We're out of this at last. Something's changed, that's not your face. It's mine! IT When IT's cold, IT come slow IT is warm, just watch IT grow - all around me IT is here. IT is now. Just a lITtle bIT of IT can bring you up or down. Like the supper IT is cooking in your hometown. IT is chicken, IT is eggs, IT is in between your legs. IT is walking on the moon, leaving your cocoon. IT is jigsaw. IT is purple haze. IT never stays in one place, but IT's not a passing phase IT is in a singles bar, in the distance of the face IT is in between the cages, IT is always in a space IT is here. IT is now. Any rock can be made to roll If you've enough of IT to pay the toll IT has no home in words or goal Not even in you favorite hole IT is the hope for the dope When you ride the horse without a hoof IT is shaken not stirred; Cocktails on the roof. When you eat right fru IT you see everything alive IT is inside spirit, with enough grIT to survive If you think that IT's pretentious, you've been taken for a ride. Look across the mirror, before you choose de cide it is here. it is now it is Real. it is Rael 'cos IT's only knock and knowall, but I like IT. "G E N E S I S" "N U R S E R Y C R Y M E" 1 8 7 1 THE MUSICAL BOX 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. 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 got time. Brush back your hair, and let me know your flesh. I've been waiting here for so long And all this time has passed me by It does'nt seem to matter now. You stand there with your fixed expression Cousting 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. THE MUSICAL BOX While Henry Hamilton-Smythe minor (8) was playing croquet with Cynthia Jane De Blaise-William (9), sweet-smiling Cynthia raised her mallet high and gracefully removed Henry's head. Two weeks later, in Henry's nursery, she discovered his treasured musical box. Eagerly she opened it and as "Old King Cole" began to play a small spirit-figure appeared. Henry had returned - but not for long, for as he stood in the room his body began ageing rapidly, leaving a child's mind inside. A lifetime's desires surged through him. Unfortunately the attempt to persuade Cynthia Jane to fulfill his romantic desire, led his nurse to the nursery to investigate the noise. Instinctively Nanny hurled the musical box at the bearded child, destroying both. FOR ABSENT FRIENDS Sunday at six when they close both the gates a widowed pair still sitting there, wonder if they're late for church and its cold so they fastened their coats and cross the grass, they're always last. Passing by the padlocked swings, the round about still turning, ahead they see a small girl on her way home with a pram. Inside the archway the priest greets them with a courteous nod. He's close to god. Looking back at days of four instead of two. Years seem so few. Heads bent in prayer for friends not there. Leaving twopence on the plate, they hurry down the path out the gate and wait to board the bus that ambles down the street. THE RETURN OF THE GIANT HOGWEED 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. Still they're invincible, Still they're immune to all our herbicidal battering. Long ago in the Russian hills, A Victorian explorer found the regal Hogweed by a marsh 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 protect 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 hails HERACLEUM MANTEGAZZIANI Giant Hogweed lives -ADVANCE- SEVEN STONES I heard the old man tell his tale: Tinker, alone within a storm, And losing hope he clears the leaves beneath a tree Seven stones Lay on the ground. Within the seventh house a friend was found. And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere. Sailors, in peril on the sea, Amongst the waves a rock looms nearer, not yet seen, They see a gull Flying by. The Captain turns the boat and he asks not why. And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere. Despair that tires the world, brings the old man laughter. The laughter of the world only grieves him, believe him, The old man's guide is chance. I heard the old man tells his tale: Farmer, who knows not when to sow, Consults the old man clutching money in his hand, And with a shrug, The old man smiled, Took the money, left the farmer wild. And the change of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere. Despair that tires the world, brings the old man laughter. The laughter of the world only grieves him, believe him, The old man's guide is chance. HAROLD THE BARREL News: A well-known Bognor restaurant-owner disappeared early this morning Last seen in a mouse-brown overcoat, suitably camouflaged, they saw him catch a train. Man-in-the-street: "Father of three its disgusting," "Such a horrible thing to do" Harold the Barrel cut off his toes and he served them all for tea. "He can't go far", "He can't go far." "Hasn't got a leg to stand on." "He can't go far." Man-on-the-spot: I'm standing in a doorway on the main square tension is mounting. There's a restless crowd of angry people. Man-on-the-council: "More than we've ever seen had to tighten up security." Over to the scene at the town hall The Lord Mayor's ready to speak. LORD MAYOR: "Man of suspicion, you can't last long, the British Public is on our side." BRITISH PUBLIC: "You can't last long", "You can't last long." "Said you could'nt trust him, his brother was just the same" "You can't last long." HAROLD: If I was many miles from here, I'd be the sailing in an open boat on the sea Instead I'm on this window ledge, With the whole world below Up at the window Look at the window. Mr.Plod: "We can help you." Plod's Chorus: "We can help you." Mr.Plod: "We're all your friends if you come on down and talk to us son" HAROLD: You must be joking. Take a running jump. The crowd was getting stronger and our Harold getting weaker; Towards, backwards, swaying side to side Fearing the very worst They called his mother to the sight Upon the ledge beside him His mother made a last request. 67-old-Mrs Barrel: "Come off the ledge if your father were alive he'd be very, very, very upset. "Just can't jump, just can't jump. "Your shirts all dirty and there's man here from the BBC "Just can't jump." Mr.Plod: "We can help you." Plod's Chorus: "We can help you." Mr.Plod: "We're all your friends if you come on down and talk to us Harry." HAROLD: You must be joking. Take a running jump. HARLEQUIN Came to the night a mist dissolved the trees And in the broken light colours fly, fading by. Pale and cold as figures fill the glade Grey is the web they spin on and on, and on and on. Through the flame still summer lingers on Through her pictures soon shatter. All, always the same, But there appears in the shades of dawning Though your eyes are dim, All of the pieces in the sky. There was once a harvest in this land. Reap from the turquoise sky, harlequin, harlequin, Dancing round three children fill the glade, Theirs' was the laughter in the winding stream and in between. From the flames in the firelight. All, always the same, But there appears in the shades of dawning, Though your eyes are dim All, of pieces in the sky. All, all is lost, And light appears in the shades of dawning Whey your eyes can see Order the pieces, put them back, put them back. THE FOUNTAIN OF SALMACIS From a dense forest of tall, dark, pinewood, Mount Ida rises like an island. Within a hidden cave, nymphs had kept a child; Hermaphroditus, son of gods, so afraid of their love. As the dawn creeps up the sky The hunter caught sight of a doe. In desire for conquest, He found himself within a glade he'd not beheld before. Hermaphroditus: Narrator: "Where are you my father "Then he could go no farther Give wisdom to your son." Now lost the boy was guided by the sun." And as his strength began to fail He saw a shimmering lake. A shadow in the dark green depths Disturbed the strange tranquility. Salmacis: Narrator: "The waters are disturbed "The waters are disturbed Some creature has been The naiad queen Salmacis had been stirren." stirren." 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 again. He turned and saw her, in a cloak of mist alone And as he gazed, her eyes were filled with the darkness of the lake. Salmacis: Narrator: "We shall be one "She wanted them as one We shall be joined as one." Yet he had no desire to be one." Hermaphroditus: "Away from me cold-blooded woman Your thirst is not mine." Salmacis: "Nothing will cause us to part Hear me O gods." Unearthly calm descended from the sky And then their flesh and bones were strangely merged Forever to be joined as one. The creature crawled into the lake A fading voice was heard: "And I beg, that all who touch this spring May share my fate." Salmacis: Narrator: "We are the one "The two are now made one, We are the one." Demi-god and nymph are now made one." Both had given everything they had. A lover's dream had been fulfilled at last, Forever still beneath the lake. "G E N E S I S" "S E L L I N G E N G L A N D B Y T H E P O U N D" DANCING WITH THE MOONLIT KNIGHT "Can you tell me where my country lies?" said the unifaun to his true love's eyes. "It lies with me!" cried the Queen of Maybe -for the merchandise, he traded in his prize. "Paper late!" cried a voice in the crowd. "Old man dies!" The note he left was signed 'Old Father Thames' - it seems he's drowned; selling england by the pound. Citizens of Hope & Glory, Time goes by - it's the time of your life'. Easy now, sit you down. Chewing through your Wimpey dreams, they eat without a sound; digesting england by the pound. Young man says 'you are what you eat' - eat well. Old man says 'you are what you wear' - wear well. You know what you are, you don't give a damn; bursting your belt that is your homemade sham. The Captain leads his dance right on through the night -join the dance.... Follow on! Till the Grail sun sets in the mould. Follow on! Till the gold is cold. Dancing out with the moonlit knight, Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout. There's a fat old lady outside the saloon; laying out the credit cards she plays Fortune. The desk is uneven right from the start; all of their hands are playing apart. The Captain leads his dance right on through the night -join the dance.... Follow on! A Round Table-talking down we go. You're the show! Off we go with:- You play the hobbyhorse, I'll play the fool. We'll tease the bull ringing round & loud, loud & round. Follow on! With a twist of the world we go. Follow on! Till the gold is cold. Dancing out with the moonlit knight, Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout. I KNOW WHAT I LIKE (in your wardrobe) (Lyrics based on the Cover Painting) 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 mowing blades sharp.... I know what I like, and I like what I know; getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show. Sunday night, Mr Farmer called, said: "Listen son, you're wasting time; there's a future for you in the fire escape trade. Come up to town!" But I remembered a voice from the past; "Gambling only pays when you're winning" - I had to thank old Miss Mort for schooling a failure. Keep them mowing blades sharp.... I know what I like, and I like what I know; getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show. 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. **************************************************************** FIRTH OF FIFTH The past is clear Though no eyes can see The course laid down long before. And so with gods and men The sheep remain inside their pen, Though many times they've seen the way to leave. He rides majestic Past homes of men Who care not or gaze with joy, To see reflected there The trees, the sky, the lily fair, The scene of death is lying just below. The mountain cuts off the town from view, Like a cancer growth is removed by skill. Let it be revealed. A waterfall, his madrigal. An inland sea, his symphony. Undinal songs Urge the sailors on Till lured by the sirens' cry. Now as the river dissolves in sea, So Neptune has claimed another soul. And so with gods and men The sheep remains inside their pen, Until the Shepherd leads his flock away. The sands of time were eroded by The river of constant change. ***************************************************************** MORE FOOL ME Here am I Who while away the mornings Since you've gone Too long have I lay alone Not knowing which way to turn. And there you are Quite sure that you were right Knowing full well That I'd be the first one To go down. And you'd be the one who was laughing Except when things were'nt going you're way Then the lady would say that she'd had enough Wandering around on her own. The day you left I think you knew you'd not be back Well at least it would seem that way Because you'd never say goodbye. But when it comes round to you and me I'm sure it will work out alright. And you'd be the one who was laughing Giving me something I don't need You know, I'd always hold you and keep you warm Oh! more fool me. But when it comes Round to you and me I ask myself Do I really believe In your love. Yes, I'm sure it will work out alright. *************************************************************** THE BATTLE OF EPPING FOREST (Taken from a news story concerning to 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, these Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor. East end heroes got to score in.... the Battle of Epping Forest, it's the Battle of Epping Forest, right outside your door. 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 come 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. 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! 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 double-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!" ***************************************************************** 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 on his job to see what the trouble was. "Louise, is the Reverend hard to please?" "You're telling me!" "Perhaps, sir, if it's not too late, we could interest you in our 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 karmacanic, with overall charms. His hands were then fit to receive, receive alms. ***************************************************************** That's why we're in the Battle of Epping Forest, 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. 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. 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 thru' - all they can see is morning goo. "There's no-one left alive - must be a draw." So the Blackcap Barons toss a coin to settle the score. ************************************************************* THE CINEMA SHOW 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 the 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 between 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. ************************************************************* AISLE OF PLENTY "I don't belong here", said old Tessa out loud. "Easy, love, there's the Safe Way Home." - and thankful for her Fine Fair discount, Tess Co-operates Still alone in o-hell-o - see the deadly nightshade grow ENGLISH RIBS OF BEEF CUT DOWN TO 47p. LB PEEK FREANS FAMILY ASSORTED FROM 17 1\2 to 12 FAIRY LIQUID GIANT - SLASHED FROM 20p. TO 17 1\2 TABLE JELLYS AT 4p. EACH ANCHOR BUTTER DOWN TO 11p. FOR A 1\2 BIRDS EYE DAIRY CREAM SPONGE ON OFFER THIS WEEK. It's Scrambled Eggs "G E N E S I S" "T R E S P A S S" LOOKING FOR SOMEONE Looking for someone I guess I'm doing that Trying to find a memory in a dark room Dirty man, you're looking like a Buddha - I know you well. Yeaugh. Keep on a straight line I don't believe I can, Trying to find a needle in a haystack, Chilly wind you're piercing like a dagger - it hurts me so. Yeaugh. Nobody needs to discover me - I'm back again. You see the sunlight through the trees, to keep you warm in peaceful shades of green Yet in the darkness of my minds Damascus wasn't far behind. Lost in a subway, I guess I'm losing time. There's a man looking at a magazine You're such a fool, your mumbo-jumbo never tells me anything. Yeaugh. Nobody needs to discover me I'm back again You feel the ashes from the fire that kept you warm its comfort disappears And still the only friend I know Will never tell me where I go. Looking for someone and now I've found myself a name Come away - leave me - all that I have I will give Leave me - Leave me - all that I am I will give. WHITE MOUNTAIN Thin hung the web like a trap in a cage, The fox lay asleep in his lair. Fangs frantic paws told the tale of his sin Far off the chase shrieked revenge. Outcast he trespassed where no wolf may tread, The last sacred haunt of the dead. He learnt of a truth which only one wolf may know. The sceptre and crown of the king. Howling for blood, One-eye leads on the pack, Plunging through forests and snow-storm. Steep rose the ridge, ghostly peaks climbed the sky, Fang sped through jungles of ice. Hard on his tail, One-eye drew from the pack An old hero conquered by none. Steep, for too steep grew the pathway ahead Descent was the only escape. A wolf never flees in the face of his foe Fang knew the price he would pay One-eye stood before him With the crown upon his head Sceptre raised to deal the deadly blow. Fang, Son of Great Fang, the Traitor we seek, The laws of the Brethren say this: That only the King sees the Crown of the Gods And he, the Usurper must die - Snarling he tore at the throat of his foe But Fang fought the hero in vain Dawn saw the white mountain tinted with red Never would the crown leave again. One-eye hid the crown and with laurels on his head Returned amongst the tribe and dwelt in peace. VISIONS OF ANGELS Standing in a forest gazing at the sun looking at the trees but there's not even one See a rippling stream that smiles and then goes by run to feel its comfort but the water's dry. I see her face and run to take her hand Why she's never there I just don't understand The trumpets sound my whole world crumbles down. REF. Visions of angels all around dance in the sky Leaving me here forever goodbye. As the leaves will crumble so will fall my love for the fragile beauty of our lives must fade Though I once remember echoes of my youth now I sense no past, no love that ends in love. Take this dream the stars have filled with light As the blossom glides like snowflakes from the trees In vengeance to a god no-one can reach. REF. Ice is moving and world's begun to freeze see the sunlight stopped and deadened by the breeze Minds are empty bodies more insensitive some believe that when they die they really live. I believe there never is an end God gave up this world its people long ago Why she's never there I still don't understand. STAGNATION To Thomas S.Eiselberg, a very rich man, who was wise enough to spend all his fortunes in burying himself many miles beneath the ground. As the only surviving member of the human race, he inherited the whole world. Here today the red sky tells his tale, but the only listening eyes are mine. There is peace amongst the hills, and the night will cover all my pride. Blest are they who smile from bodies free, seems to me like any other crowd who are waiting to be saved. Wait, there is still time for washing in the pool, wash away the past. Moon, my long lost friend is smiling from above, smiling at my tears. Come we'll the path to take us to my home, keep outside the night. The ice-cold knife has come to decorate the dead, somehow. And each will find a home, And there will still be time, for loving my friend - You are there - And will I wait for ever, beside the silent mirror And fish for bitter minnows amongst the weeds and slimy water. I want to sit down I want to take a drink of water I want a drink. - I want a drink, To take all the dust and the dirt from my throat. To wash out the filth is deep in my guts. THEN LET US DRINK. - THEN LET US SMILE. - THEN LET US GO. DUSK See my hand is moving touching all that's real. Once it stroked love's body now it claws the past. The scent of a flower, The colours of the morning, Friends to believe in, Tears soon forgotten, See how the rain drives away, another day. If a leaf has fallen does a tree lie broken? If we draw some water does the well run dry? The sigh of a mother, The screaming of lovers, Like two angry tigers, They tear at each other, See how for him lifetime's fears disappear. Once a Jesus suffered, Heaven could not see him. Now my ship is sinking, The captain stands alone. A pawn on the chessboard A false move by God will now destroy me, But wait, on the horizon, A new dawn seems to be rising, Never to recall this passerby, born to die. KNIFE For those that trespass against us. Tell me my life is about to begin. Tell me that I'm a hero. Promise me all of your violent dreams. Light up your body with anger. Now in this ugly world, it is time to destroy all 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 our kindness to all who our love now deserve. Some of you are going to die, martyrs of course to the freedom 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. etc. We are only wanting freedom?....... WE HAVE WON Some of you are going to die, martyrs of course to the freedom I shall provide. LOOKING FOR SOMEONE Looking for someone I guess I'm going that Trying to find a memory in a dark room. Dirty man,you're looking like a Buddha - I know you well. Yeaugh Keep on a straight line. I don't believe I can, Trying to find a needle in a haystack, Chilly wind you're piercing like a dagger - it hurts me so. Yeaugh Nobody needs to discover me - I'm back again You see the sunlight through the trees,to keep you warm in peaceful shades of green Yet in the darkness of my mind Damascus wasn't far behind. Lost in a subway, I guess I'm losing time. There's a man looking at a magazine You're such a fool,your mumbo-jumbo never tells me anything Yeaugh Nobody needs to discover me I'm back again You feel the ashes from the fire that kept you warm its comfort disappears And still the only friend I know Will never tell me were I go Looking for someone and now I've found myself a name Come away - leave me - all that I have I will give Leave me - leave me - all that I am I will give. WHITE MOUNTAIN Thin hung the web like a trap in a cage, The fox lay asleep in his lair. Fangs frantic paws told the tale of his sin. Far off the chase shrieked revenge. Outcast he trespassed where no wolf tread, The last sacred haunt of the dead. He learnt of a truth wich only one wolf may know, The sceptre and crown of the king. Howling for blood, One-eye leads on the pack, Plunging through forests and snow-storm. Steep rose the ridge,ghostly peaks climbed the sky, Fang sped through jungles of ice. Hard of his tail, One-eye drew from the pack and old hero conquered by none. Steep,for two steep grew the pathway ahead Descent was the only escape A wolf never flees in the face of his foe Fang knew the price he would pay One-eye stood before him With the crown upon his head Sceptre raised to deal the deadly blow. Fang, Son of Great Fang, the Traitor we seek, The laws of the Brethren say this: That only the King sees the Crown of the Gods And he,the Usurper must die - Snarling he tore at the throat of his foe But Fang fought the hero in vain Dawn saw the white mountain tinted with red Never would the crown leave again One-eye hid the crown and with laurels on his head Returned amongst the tribe and dwelt in peace. VISIONS OF ANGELS Standing in a forest gazing at the sun looking at the trees but there's not even one See a rippling stream that smiles and then goes by run to feel its comfort but the water's dry. I see her face and run to take her hand Why she's never there I just don't understand The trumpets sound my whole world crumbles down Visions of angels all around dance in the sky Leaving me here forever goodbye. As the leaves will crumble so will fall my love for the fragile beauty of our lives must fade Though I once remember echoes of my youth now I sence no past,no love that ends in love Take this dream the stars have filled with light As the blossom glides like snowflakes from the trees In vengeance to a god no-one can reach. Visions of angels all around dance in the sky Leaving me here forever goodbye. Ice is moving and world's begun to freeze see the sunlight stopped and deadened by the breeze Minds are empty bodies more insensitive some believe that when they die they really live I believe there never is an end God gave up this world its people long ago Why she's never there I still don't understand Visions of angels all around dance in the sky Leaving me here forever goodbye. STAGNATION To Thomas S. Eiselberg,a very rich man, who was wise enough to spend all his fortunes in burying himself many miles beneath the ground. As the only surviving member of the human race, he inherited the whole world. STAGNATION Here today the red sky tells his tale, but the only listening eyes are mine There is peace amongst the hills, and the night will cover all my pride. Blest are they who smile from bodies free, seemes to me like any other crowd who are waiting to be saved. Wait,there is still time for washing in the pool, wash away the past. Moon,my long-lost friend is smiling from above, smiling at my tears. Come we'll the path to take us to my home, keep outside the night. The ice-cold knife has come to decorate the dead, somehow. And each will find a home, And there will still be time, for loving my friend - You are there - And will I wait for ever,beside the silent mirror And fish for bitter minnows amongst the weeds and slimy water. I want to sit down I want to take a drink of water. I want a drink.- I want a drink, To take all the dust and the dirt from my throat. To wash out the filth that is deep in my guts. THEN LET US DRINK. - THEN LET US SMILE. - THEN LET US GO. DUSK See my hand is moving touching all that's real Once it stroked love's body now it claws the past. The scent of a flower, The colours of the morning, Friends to believe in, Tears soon fogotten, See how the rain drives away,another day. If a leaf has fallen does the tree lie broken? If we draw some water does the well run drive? The sigh of a mother, The screaming of lovers, Like two angry tigers, They tear at each other, See how for him lifetime's fears disappear. Once a Jesus suffered, Heaven could not see him. Now my ship is sinking, the captain stands alone. A pawn on the chessboard, A false move by God will now destroy me, But wait,on the horizon, A new dawn seems to be rising, Never to recall this passerby,born to die. KNIFE For those that trespass against us. KNIFE Tell me my life is about to begin. Tell me that I am a hero. Promise me all of your violent dreams. Light up your body with anger. Now,in this ugly world, it is time to destroy allthis 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 our kindness to all who our love now deserve Some of you are going to die, martyrs of course to the freedom 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. etc. We are only wanting freedom?....... WE HAVE NOW Some of you are going to die, martyrs of course to the freedom I shall provide. (c) 1970 |