Holy Mother
of God You've got to go faster than that to get to the top. Dirty old
mountain All covered in smoke, she can turn you to stone So you better start
doing it right
better start doing it right.
You're halfway up and you're
halfway down And the pack on your back is turning you around. Throw it
away, you won't need it up there, and remember You don't look back whatever
you do. Better start doing it right.
On your left and on your
right Crosses are green and crosses are blue Your friends didn't make it
through. Out of the night and out of the dark Into the fire and into the
fight Well that's the way the heroes go, Ho! Ho! Ho!
Through a crack in
Mother Earth, Blazing hot, the molten rock Spills out over the land. And
the lava's the lover who licks your boots away. Hey! Hey! Hey! If you don't want
to boil as well. B-B-Better start the dance D-D-Do you want to dance with
me.
The music's playing, the notes
are right Put your left foot first and move into the light. The edge of this hill
is the edge of the world And if you're going to cross you better start doing it
right
better start doing it right.
Let the dance begin.
Entangled
When you're asleep they may show you Aerial views of
the ground, Freudian slumber empty of sound.
Over the rooftops and
houses, Lost as it tries to be seen, Fields of incentive covered with
green.
Mesmerised children are playing, Meant to be seen but not
heard, 'Stop me from dreaming!' 'Don't be absurd!'
'Well if we can
help you we will, You're looking tired and ill. As I count
backwards Your eyes become heavier still. Sleep, won't you allow yourself
fall? Nothing can hurt you at all. With your consent I can experiment
further still.'
Madrigal music is playing, Voices can faintly be
heard, 'Please leave this patient undisturbed.'
Sentenced to drift far
away now, Nothing is quite what it seems, Sometimes entangled in your own
dreams.
'Well, if we can help you we will, Soon as you're tired and
ill. With your consent We can experiment further still.
Well, thanks
to our kindness and skill You'll have no trouble until You catch your
breath And the nurse will present you the bill!'
Squonk
Like father like son Not flesh nor fish nor
bone A red rag hangs from an open mouth. Alive at both ends but a little
dead in the middle, A-tumbling and a-bumbling he will go. All the King's
horses and all the King's men Could never put a smile on that face.
He's
a sly one, he's a shy one Wouldn't you be too. Scared to be left all on his
own. Hasn't a, hasn't a friend to play with the Ugly Duckling The pressure
on, the bubble will burst before our eyes. All the while in perfect time His
tears are falling on the ground BUT IF YOU DON'T STAND UP YOU DON'T
STAND A CHANCE.
Go a little faster now, you might get there in
time.
Mirror mirror on the wall, His heart was broken long before he
ever came to you. Stop your tears from falling, The trail they leave is very
clear for all to see at night
all to see at night.
In
season, out of season What's the difference when you don't know the
reason. In one hand bread, the other a stone. The Hunter enters the
forest. All are not huntsmen who can blow the huntsman's horn By the look
of this one you've not got much to fear.
Here I am, I'm very fierce and
frightening Come to match my skill to yours. Now listen here, listen to me,
don't you run away now I am a friend, I'd really like to play with you. Making
noises my little furry friend would make I'll trick him, then I'll kick him into my
sack. You better watch out... You better watch out.
I've got you, I've got
you, you'll never get away.
Walking home that night The sack across my
back, the sound of sobbing on my shoulder. When suddenly it stopped, I
opened up the sack, all that I had A pool of bubbles and tears - JUST A POOL OF
TEARS.
All in all you are a very dying race Placing trust upon a cruel
world. You never had the things you thought you should have had And you'll
not get them now, And all the while in perfect time Your tears are falling on
the ground.
The Squonk is of a very retiring disposition and due to its
ugliness, weeps constantly. It is easy prey for hunters who
simply follow a
tear-stained trail. When cornered it will
dissolve itself into tears.
True
or False?
Mad Man Moon
Was it summer when
the river ran dry, Or was it just another dam. When the evil of a snowflake in
June Could still be a source of relief. O how I love you, I once cried long
ago, But I was the one who decided to go. To search beyond the final
crest, Though I'd heard it said just birds could dwell so high.
So I
pretended to have wings for my arms And took off in the air. I flew to places
which the clouds never see, Too close to the deserts of sand, Where a
thousand mirages, the shepherds of lies Forced me to land and take a
disguise. I would welcome a horse's kick to send me back If I could find a
horse not made of sand.
If this desert's all there'll ever be Then tell me
what becomes of me. A fall of rain? That must have been another of your
dreams, A dream of mad man moon.
Hey man, I'm the sand
man. And boy have I news for you; They're gonna throw you in gaol And
you know they can't fail 'Cos sand is thicker than blood. But a prison in
sand Is a haven in hell, For a gaol can give you a goal And a goal can
find you a role On a muddy pitch in Newcastle, Where it rains so
much You can't wait for a touch Of sun and sand.
Within the valley of shadowless death They pray for
thunderclouds and rain, But to the multitude who stand in the rain Heaven is
where the sun shines. The grass will be greener till the stems turn to
brown And thoughts will fly higher till the earth brings them down. Forever
caught in desert lands one has to learn To disbelieve the sea.
If this
desert's all there'll ever be Then tell me what becomes of me. A fall of
rain? That must have been another of your dreams, A dream of mad man
moon.
Robbery, Assault & Battery
The
streets were deserted though the police were alerted, They considered the phone
call a hoax. Furtively glancing then jauntily prancing The youth caught the
guards unaware.
Slipping between them he ought to have seen then The
eyes and their owner so near. With torch shining bright he strode on in the
night Till he came to the room with the safe.
'Hello son, I hope you're
having fun.' 'You've got it wrong Sir, I'm only the cleaner.' With that he
fired, the other saying as he died, 'You've done me wrong,' it's the same old song
forever.
Robbery, assault and battery, The felon and his
felony.
He picked up the diamonds and bundles of fivers He pushed them
well down in his sack. But the alarm had been sounded, he was completely
surrounded But he had some more tricks up his sleeve.
'Come outside
with your hands held high.' 'You'll not get me alive Sir, I promise you that
Sir.' With that he fired, the other saying as he died 'You've done me wrong,'
it's the same old song forever.
Robbery, assault and battery, The felon
and his felony.
'He's leaving via the roof, the bastard's got away. God always
fights on the side of the bad man.'
'I've got clean away but I'll be back some
day, Just the combination will have changed. Some day they'll catch me, to a
chain they'll attach me, But until that day I'll ride the old crime wave.
If they
try to hold me for trial I'll stay out of gaol by paying my bail And after I'll go
to the court of appeal saying 'You've done me wrong,' it's the same old song
forever.'
Done me wrong - same old song - done me
wrong.
Ripples...
Bluegirls come in every size
Some are wise and some otherwise, They got pretty blue
eyes. For an hour a man may change For an hour her face looks strange
- Looks strange, looks strange.
Marching to the promised
land Where the honey flows and takes you by the hand, Pulls you down on
your knees, While you're down a pool appears. The face in the water looks
up, And she shakes her head as if to say That it's the last time you'll look like
today.
Sail away, away Ripples never come back. Gone to the other
side. Sail away, away.
The face that launched a thousand ships Is
sinking fast, that happens you know, The water gets below. Seems not very
long ago Lovelier she was than
any that I know.
Angels never know it's
time To close the book and gracefully decline, The song has found a
tale. My, what a jealous pool she is. The face in the water looks up She
shakes her head as if to say That the bluegirls have all gone away.
Sail
away, away Ripples never come back. They've gone to the other
side. Look into the pool, Ripples never come back, Dive to the bottom
and go to the top To see where they have gone Oh, they've gone to the other
side.
A Trick Of The Tail
Bored of the life on
the city of gold He'd left and let nobody know. Gone were the towers he had
known from a child, Alone with the dream of a life He travelled the wide
open road, The blinkered arcade, In search of another to share in his
life. Nowhere. Everyone looked so strange to him.
They've got no
horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am
I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he
cried
And wept as they led him away to a cage 'Beast that can talk', read
the sign. The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame And
questioned his story again. But soon they grew bored of their prey Beast that
can talk? More like a freak or publicity stunt. Oh No.
They've got no
horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am
I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he
cried
And broke down the door of the cage and marched on
out. He grabbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, pointing out: There,
beyond the bounds of your weak imagination Lie the noble towers of my city,
bright and gold. Let me take you there and show you a living story Let me show
you others such as me Why did I ever leave?
They've got no horns and
they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence
Am I wrong to
believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And
wept.
And so we set out with the best and his horns And his crazy
description of home. After many days journey we came to a peak Where the
beast gazed abroad and cried out. We followed his gaze and we thought that
maybe we saw A spire of gold - no, a trick of the eye that's all, But the beast
was gone and a voice was heard:
They've got no horns and they've got no
tail They don't even know of our existence
Am I wrong to believe in a
city of gold
That lies in the deep distance
Hello friend, welcome
home.
Los Endos (Instrumental)
There's an angel standing in
the sun, Free to get back home.