STEVE HACKETT:   Darktown

Omega Metallicus (instrumental)

Darktown

Take a trip take a ride
Through Darktown don’t be shy
Gather by the clocktower take your seats
Glad you’re here it’s for keeps
Festering wounds from years gone by
Toxic waste you buried inside

In Darktown

Take a turn step on down
Through an alleyway you’ll find
By the backstreet trash resides
The underworld you tried to hide
And from a dark corner where walls loom high
You’ll hear the sound of a small child’s cry

In Darktown

Legions of hate schools of fear
Proudly accomplished their mission here
A hidden agenda behind the eyes
For the gifted ones they most despised
They couldn’t do it in the X-rated world
But presided over the boys and girls

In Darktown

It’s all on camera it’s all on film
On the couch in the shower
The stains are there still
Drink to the ones who dished out the marks
Rabid animals right from the start
It’s happy hour shut the beasts away
Come along children it’s time to play

In Darktown

Man Overboard

We’ll sit and watch the sun go down
See the waves wash to and fro
The world runs by sailboat slow

We’ll anchor at the sight of land
Never doing all the things we planned
The sun sinks down way below

You pushed a man overboard
In the middle of a stormy sea
The wind blows high the palm trees moan

I think about you night and day
I’m sorry when I hear you say
The coast is clear we’ll head for home

The Golden Age Of Steam

12 years old in Amsterdam in 1939
A blue-eyed boy my clean complexion always got me by
A boy with real potential sold secrets by the score
Where refugees were hiding I’d just point out the doors
In the golden age of steam I learned those German songs
I had to stay alive there was no right or wrong
In the golden age of steam

The fatherland was rising the world would hear the roar
Both sides fed and trusted me by 1944
Trains ran on time those days oiling the machine
Smoke rose up like serpents I was barely seventeen
In the golden age of steam

It’s over now but not somehow
I was a hero then to many men

Switzerland was a short ride for an eager blond haired boy
With a silver smile and loaded with jewellery to enjoy
Maybe one day they’ll come for me they’ll take me from my bed
A soldier of fortune that’s what my passport read
In the golden age of steam

Days Of Long Ago

When I wasn’t looking I found you
And the nights they don’t seem so long
There are moments when I just can’t believe
That I’ve waited so long

So take me and love me don’t ever let me go
Oh take me and hold me you know I want you so
Cause you’re so precious like the days of long ago

And I feel now that I can make it
Like the sunshine of a new day
All those times of so much confusion feel them drifting away
Feel them drifting away

So take me and love me don’t ever let me go
Yeah take me and hold me you know I love you so
Cause you’re so precious like the days of long ago

Dreaming With Open Eyes

A rainy drive on a long straight highway
Can cause time to lose its meaning
And the mind to wander far from the act of driving
Interruptions at every curve no longer jangle against your nerves
A rainbow bridge is not far away
Now you’re standing on the steps of a fountain
On a hot summer’s day

Running along a tree-lined pathway
Slowing your pace until you feel
Your heart beats in rhythm to the first light of day
Now you’re running down a mountain
In the cool blue shade

A waterfall where you lift your head
Colours cascade from green to red
And the fireflies that dance when the light is fading
You drift away on the night ride
With eyes that dream as much as they see
The wind in the willows winding through the grass
The drawbridge of consciousness is lifted at last

Where are you going?
Towards the sky
Between the craters of the sun and the moon
Flying through entrances
Floating free

Twice Around The Sun (instrumental)

Rise Again

Take me where the sun don’t shine no more
And the moon echoes where once was light
The wind is howling but it has no face
I know that we will rise again

We will fly from this city of the dead
Even if our ship flies a pirate sail
Underneath a bruised and broken sky
I know that we will rise again

There are skies of scarlet and skies of grey
I’ll keep them in my heart always
Like the sea loves the land
I know that we will rise again

Jane Austen's Door

Has Jean Paul Sartre deserted you
Do you still listen to the blues
Is there a needle beside your hand
A poisoned chalice or the promised land
Some doors open some doors close
Do opposites still seem close

Did Ruby Tuesday get to you
Or the caretaker whose film we used
A purple rose that was ignored
The child behind Jane Austen’s door

Oh has your life seemed unkind
With all those friends you left behind
We burned our bridges fast those days
Don’t think about them it doesn't pay

My drunken guitar Sloane Square tube
Falling backwards me and you
Tumbling over to the floor
You cried inside Jane Austen’s door

So long

Let it die let it go

Heureusement vivre dans une cage
Un homme et femme peut-etre mon age
I’ll take your part when this wheel turns
How many lifetimes it takes to learn

So goodbye goodbye little star
Forgive yourself heal that scar
A purple rose that was ignored
The light inside Jane Austen’s door

Shine on

Darktown Riot (instrumental)

In Memoriam

For someone else the blues and greens
The dreaming spires the skin-tight jeans
The armchair armies on the march
The transfer unit tube and mask
Who needs all the endless lies
That serve to keep the world alive
To taste the sweetness of the grave
And not regret mistakes I’ve made

In memoriam

Goodbye to all the angry dawns
Committee meetings pistols drawn
You can keep the rave reviews
The priests the guards the prisons and zoos
Goodbye to all the nation’s pride
Farewell to those all choosing a side
In hut number twelve they’re issuing guns
But only for the chosen ones

In memoriam

The Welt At The World's End (instrumental)

Comin' Home To The Blues

Sonny Boy is dead and gone child
The blues live on
I'm coming home
Coming home to the blues

Sonny Boy give me back my soul
I'm coming home
Coming home to the blues

We don't want to hear
That stuff no more
Now angel wants to play
The blues live on

All titles © 1998 Stephen Hackett Ltd. except 'Days Of Long Ago' © 1991 Diamond Brothers Music & Stephen Hackett Ltd.

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