Watcher Of The Skies
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, or 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 the 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 the 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.
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 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.
Get '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 recognise your
block
across the square, over there,
Sadly since last time we spoke, 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
ontrol:
"It is my sad duty to inform you of a 4ft. restriction
on
humanoid height."
EXTRACT FROM CONVERSATION OF JOE ORDINARY IN 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.
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 flatterers he
cried,
By our command, waters retreat,
Show my power, halt at my
feet,
But the cause was lost,
Now cold winds 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 offerings fell.
Nothing can my peace destroy as long as none
smile.
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.
Horizons (Instrumental)
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 is true.
Coming closer with our eyes, a
distance falls around our bodies.
Out in the garden, the moon seems very
bright,
Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly.
The seventh
walks in front with a cross held high in hand.
...And it's hey babe your supper's
waiting for you.
Hey my baby don't you know our love is
true.
I've been so far from here,
Far from your warm arms.
It's good
to feel you again,
It's been a long long time. Hasn't it?
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 spoonful of miracle,
He's the guaranteed eternal 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 feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest,
We
walked across the fields to see the children of the West,
But we saw a host of
dark skinned warriors
standing still below the ground,
Waiting for
battle.
The fight's begun, they've been released.
Killing foe for
peace ... bang, bang, bang. Bang, bang, bang...
And they're giving me a wonderful
potion,
'Cos I cannot contain my emotion.
And even though I'm feeling
good,
Something tells me, I'd better activate my prayer capsule.
Today's a
day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate.
The order for rejoicing and dancing
has come from our warlord.
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 a pool,
He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by
some butchery tool.
(He is you)
Social Security took care of this
lad.
We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower.
A
flower?
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,
the egg was a bird
Fly away you sweet little thing, they're hard on your tail
Hadn't you heard?
They're going to change you into
a human being
Yes, we're happy as fish, and gorgeous as geese,
and
wonderfully clean in the morning.
We've got everything, we're growing
everything,
We've got some in
We've got some out
We've
got some wild things floating about
Everyone, we're changing everyone,
you name them all,
We've had them here,
And the real stars are still to
appear.
ALL CHANGE!
Feel your body melt;
Mum to mud to
mad to dad
Dad diddley office, Dad diddley office,
You're all full of
ball.
Dad to dam to dum to mum
Mum diddley washing, Mum diddley
washing,
You're all full of ball.
Let me hear your lies, we're living
this up to the eyes.
Ooee-ooee-ooee-oowaa
Momma I want you
now.
And as you listen to my voice
To look for hidden doors, tidy
floors, more applause.
You've been here all the time,
Like it or not, like what
you got,
You're under the soil,
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 our love is true,
I've been so far
from here,
Far from your loving arms,
Now I'm back again, and baby it's
gonna 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.
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26/01/01