1. |
The Ceiling Speaks
06:48
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I am the ceiling
You are the floor above me
Rising into real
I am deceiving
You are the honesty
I pray that I can feel
I am confusion
You are the thought that heals
Clarity of vision
I am delusions
You are the target struck
By shot of pure precision
And how I love you
Some may say it's all unreal
That's not the way I feel
My heartbeat dance and play
Nothing more to say...
How well you know me
How much you show me
As you lead me to my goal
Ferryman row me
Across deep waters
To the calm side of my soul
Where we can beachcomb
Trace the feeling back to source
Adopt a different kind of course
A change of heart
Another place to start
Secret steps are in your dance
The offer of a second chance
Sights renewed
A clearer point of view
No longer need a careful plan
No longer be the also-ran
I laid my life down
And I picked it up again
Freedom
Along the way
I sing celebration
I sing for a new day
Freedom
Now I know
So long as we're together
There's nowhere that we cannot go
I called your name
No words remain - enter!
I am delivered
I am a baby born
Into your sacred peace
I was a prisoner
And you are the key
That opened locks for my release
Christ, I love you
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2. |
Human Being
07:54
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tremulous and quivering such victims as there are
contend with emotions under skin
without wearing water wings
the strike against the stream
hopelessly believing they might swim
here they all come rushing down again
here they all come rushing down again
time has hardly swallowed up the evidence
how is it they say they did not know
that history grows up like a weed
doctrine pinned upon it
bars across the window destroy human being
static mind solidifies
can no longer flow
up against it's borders and unable to pay
much attention to...
human being, human being
human being, human being
when in doubt you turn to find a scapegoat on the wall
gaze into the mirror begging pardon
if every time we tell a lie a little fairy dies
they must be building death-camps in the garden
Pacing back and forwards
conscience in a box
barred in from the sunlight getting pale
and losing every sense of...
human being, human being
human being, human being
the forces of oppression
forge links around the earth
ordering our faces to the floor
the wilful non-involvement
by hirelings of the crimes
is futile and inhuman as before
the sum of our best efforts
shouldn't lead us back to here
on the road to murder
where we can no longer admit to any
human needing, human feeling
human living, human loving
human fragile, human being
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Instrumental
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4. |
This City
04:13
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the abstracted shapes
of the people's thoughts
different shops and pubs
all the cheap facades
it is all this city
it is all this city
wind shaken trees
half crumbling parks
the enquiring eyes
fingers parting lace
it is all this city
it is all this city
long straggling queues
of the out of work
a baby sucking sweets
dribbling down his quilt
it is all this city
it is all this city
all this city
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5. |
World Without End
01:39
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Instrumental
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6. |
East To West
10:42
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Instrumental
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7. |
Creepshow
12:23
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welcome
welcome
first today to see the creepshow
come see the exhibits
but do not touch
they cannot bear touch
here in the freak show
please do not hang back
it's hard enough to show people around
the creepshow
the creepshow
first, here on the rack strapped
a child's virgin mind
we see the careful whitecoats
affix their machines veins
to the pulsing neck side
checking dials they monitor reaction
she must love her daddy's banker
she must love her daddy's banker
for her part in the creepshow
the creepshow
Amanda, so sad
Amanda
but let's brush over sadness
give her the pills
and diagnose madness
give her... give her... give her... give her...
give her... give her... give her... give her...
Amanda Amandahahahahaha!
anymore for any more?
no!
Cyril Has-Or-Might-Have-Been
must fill his lust
they let him bayonet robots
as his morning constitutional
to sate his rage
unless he feels his age
we can't have that!
sometimes he'll watch a war-film
on the moron machine in the corner of his cell
lost in time
lost in mind
Cyril writhes like smoke
his bigot's eyes are slashed skin
their expression none the nicer
for being blank
Amanda, still mad
Amanda
still sad...
"And so ladies and gentlemen,
we come to the nerve centre of the whole affair.
As you will see, it is a mirror.
To some it is the mirror of dreams,
where every passion, desire and action
flit through the still spaces behind its surface,
tantalising yet distant.
Of these many stand before it until death.
To others, it is distorting,
everything in it being warped and buckled by fear,
yet perceived as reality. These will cringe before it,
wimpering and immobile,
though a few batter their skulls against the dull sheen,
attempting to smash the horrors they believe are in the glass
or at least attain oblivion, whichever comes first.
Some see just a mirror, whilst some see what at first
appears to be their own image.
Which, however, moves them saying
'Come On, Wake up! Who's running this show anyway?'"
now
it's up to you
use your free will
you decide
yes you! you! you decide
whether or not you will return
for if you come again
you'd better bring your ball and chain
unguided embittered attraction of
the creepshow
the creepshow
the creepshow
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8. |
Für Helene
06:55
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Instrumental
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9. |
We Are Sane
10:56
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a) Te Dium
in upstairs rooms
the meals are eaten
the cars in the garage ready to go-go
disco baby shed no tear
hot light overhead
shaking meat meet
ho ho weekend, ha ha party
moo moo sacred cow
the White House some days
on the lawn
well kept pedigree
snap over bones
surplus requirements
appetite angel going down
b) We Are Sane
meanwhile below reports flop into the in-trays
in-trays
meanwhile below reports flop into the in-trays
she stares out of her window
her will is still in bed
she has no memory of herself
for care has drained her head
the poster on the billboard
says she should paint her lips
like the smiles on the tv people
File #1
"If the thought processes of an individual can be permanently limited
to the point of strict conformity to an outside source of thought,
the said individual need no longer be considered as such.
The enforcement of order becomes possible for anybody with enough power
to control what is projected."
"See?"
"It's all quite simple..."
"Mary!"
this woman's place is in a home
society has judged
she does not fit official standards
and they cannot be budged
there's something in her eyes that says
the struggle's gone too deep
and there's no comfort in the thought of
watching acolytes of doubt
try hard to fight their problems out
excess profit has the clout
to spread the message
we are sane!
not insane!
she reads about a will to power
in papers full of lies
she hears that every time she breathes
some foreign kiddy dies
she's convinced it's her fault
she's tortured by the strain
as words of judgement pour out of the
mouths of those who make their mark
by keeping people in the dark
those who bite worse than they bark
are loudly shouting
we are sane!
not insane!
and the chorus says
"it's all quite normal... la-la-la"
and the chorus says
"it's all quite normal... la-la-la"
the choruses...
are happy as they know no different way
except what they've been told today
("left! right! left! right!")
accepting their limited 'truth' and blankly humming
we are sane!
c) Dictator's Excuse Me
and we are not to blame
we must protect the claim
praise those who hold power
they shall save the last hour
using sacred science
they can stamp out defiance
wheee...!
File #2
"Technician, we want you to build a component
for each of our workers, to be with them always,
at all time watch closely, so we can keep track of
their actions, their interests, their morals, their time out.
Some musak to maim them, some fear to contain them.
Policy will judge, them brute forces degrade them.
Practical behaviour, the cleanser, the saviour.
A private vocation has no sense of nation.
The maintenance of power can be so fulfilling,
just as long as all the slaves are willing.
So this is an order:
we must curb thought disorder.
With a miniature transmitter
we can Pavlov the litter
and train it to do as we tell it,
state surgeon, the seed plant
thought soon get a new slant.
So tiny a dogma idea turn to quagmire,
thrum-humming transistor a brain wave insister,
closed circuit hypnosis an inbuilt psychosis,
not one self expression deliberate suppression.
A cycle to squeeze out anyone who we doubt
will must be pliable to be reliable."
tuned into the media system
picture getting hard to see
how did you end up as a prisoner
when you were supposed to be free?
oh, wouldn't you like to know?
lebensraum for megalomania
endless song with one refrain
all eyes fixed upon the conductor
baton taps inside the brain...
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10. |
CRAB
04:10
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Instrumental
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11. |
The Poet Sniffs A Flower
01:43
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Instrumental
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12. |
Sequences
19:35
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And it seems my time has passed
Before me until now, in sequences of moments
And now I see this poster, they seem to need me anyway
I'll take the shilling sign
I'll make a positive move, to be an action man
The women seem to want us to go
So I can't refuse,
No, I can’t refuse
So I find myself in a country somewhere
Where mayhem's madman minions all march around a square
Unquestioning obedience is the order of the day
Your friends are coloured khaki and your enemies are grey
The Sergeant Major’s pep talk
"Alright my likely lads, you've left your mums and dads, now
Our glorious leaders start a war, to protect the 'ole of 'umankind that's why they always stay be'ind
What d'ya mean ain't it wrong to kill?‘ Not if the top men say so!
Where you're going, sonny, general's top chap
Next to him you're a small piece of crap
If none of us went out of fight,
We'd never prove our side was right would we?
ATTENTION!“
The Colonel’s pep talk
"The front line is a pretty bloody place to be, that's why you go instead of me
Now, I'd hate to send you all off thinking that if you get yours
You're going to fret about your families, so don't.
They'll get some lovely souvenirs
A nice bronze plaque on which will be your name
You'll get free crutches if you end up lame, good God!
'Though the numbers of dead will contain many zeros, the survivors will return to a land fit for heroes
Would I lie to you? PRESENT ARMS!“
Put next to a young boy in a knee-deep trench
Whose hand even shakes when he keeps it clenched
We attack tomorrow in dawn's early light
And as this sinks in I'm so scared
I can't wait for it and tonight to be over
It and tonight to be over
"ALRIGHT LADS, OVER THE TOP WE GO!“
I can't take it, I can't make it, I trip, stumbling
Caught in the barbed wire,
Amongst the heat and smoke of the crossfire
It's madness, madness, mad mad mad mad mad mad...madness
On a station platform full of stretchered flesh and bone
Legacy of how easy it is to destroy whatever's grown
Maybe there's a reason, that is worthy of a name
Just sick illusions I suppose will happen again
Next time they ask for men at least I'm beyond recall
I didn't gain my self-respect, I didn't gain anything at all
If hate and war could solve anything, don't you think they'd have solved it a long time ago?
There's good and evil in all of us
It's up to you alone which you follow
And I know which is my cause from now on
The only one worth sacrifice
The only one I would have remain
When I'm gone, but I'm not gone... Yet!
The flags we weave only deceive
We must believe
We must believe… in love
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13. |
Fact And Fiction
04:41
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TV is switched on
the screen reveal a spokesperson
adverts, politics, editing the real
cheap words, money talks
naming itself to be the key
to Utopia, Cornucopia
to a better world you go buy and buy
and if you listen carefully
you can hear the bacon fly
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
history shows that policy demands weapons
selfish desires simply lead to pain
the chit-chat continues
a big pretence that divides
into power blocks
where the orthodox
have a propaganda war to fight
and if you're looking closely
you can see that black is white
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
if the "unthinkable" should happen
and you hear the sirens call
well you can always find some shelter
behind a door against the wall
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
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14. |
East Of Eden
06:02
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it seems that paradise
has been well locked and barred
to all the issues of Adam
it seems that children must
pay for their parents crimes
until they wish they never had them
the clouds are fabric balls
the earth machinery
to gather power from the stars
each of us has a gateway
through which infinity calls
to touch each victim through their scars
we are walking through
a kingdom that is found
out here somewhere East of Eden
East of Eden
East of Eden
East of Eden
East of Eden
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15. |
Love Song
08:19
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everybody has wisdom everyone understands
food when we are hungry
the touch of loving hands
no one is anyone's property
no one should be a slave
the joining of hearts in free will
begins a tidal wave
don't hold back
don't think that hope is pointless
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
don't believe
that life is closed against us
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
and it doesn't make any difference
the colour of anyone's skin
we need the rejection of prejudice
let peace come flooding in
jealousy is just a parasite hatred is disease
respect for human dignity
become skittering wind blown leaves
don't hold back
don't think that hope is pointless
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
don't believe
that life is closed against us
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
the time is surely coming when we could all be free
when eyes for so long blinded
in opening shall see
that children may grow happily
safe in the love of all
the earth a fertile garden where nobody need crawl
don't hold back
don't think that hope is pointless
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
don't believe
that life is closed against us
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
and if it seems that your hoping heart
has led you into pain
take a tip from the carpenter
forgive and love again
and again
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