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by Twelfth Night

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1.
I am the ceiling, you are the floor above me rising into real I am deceiving, you are the honesty I pray that I could feel I am confusion, you are the thought that heals clarity of vision I am delusions, you are the target struck a 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 (Chorus) Trace the feeling back to source Adopt a different kind of course The change of heart, another place to start Secret steps are in your dance, the offer of a second chance The site 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 the 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 remained … enter! I am delivered, I am a baby born into your sacred peace I was a prisoner You were the key that opened locks for my release And Christ I love you (Chorus) Nothing more to say…
2.
On the long night watch you are surrounded by darkness and your spirits feel tired So many around you deeply down in the dream world of the skins they have acquired Walking along the lines and contours where the pathway goes You stumble on non-places in the darkness and bang my nose Deep in the heartland, the painted window is breaking Deep in the heartland, the house that holds it is shaking Solid things seem to disappear down the grid they pour If references lead us nowhere, what are they for? (Chorus) It’s falling apart Big men drive you crazy, put their lies inside your head The voices of confusion, even follow you to bed You’ve seen something not exactly hidden, but someone’s been trying We’ve all seen things are officially denied, someone’s been lying! (Chorus)
3.
We Are Sane 10:21
i) 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 ii) 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 Would you file this please Mary? Would you file this please Mary? 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…” And the chorus says – “It’s all quite normal…” The choruses… Are happy as they know no different way Except what they’ve been told today Accepting their limited ‘truth’ and blankly humming We are sane! But we are not to blame, we must protect the claim iii) Dictator’s Excuse Me Praise those who hold power, they shall save the last hour Using sacred science they can stamp out defiance 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 what 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 insistor, Closed circuit hypnosis, an inbuilt psychosis, Not one self expression, deliberate supression. 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… At least We are sane!
4.
Magic man said “You know my dear You are living inside a dream Believing the things I do Are what they seem Life is a trick that runs too quick For a volunteer from the crowd The volunteers only see What’s been allowed” The players practice to deceive With paper flowers none perceive Disappearing down the top hat corridors Art and illusion The magic show won’t let you go Magicians rehearse Their sleights of hand They slip money bags up their sleeves They saw you in half And then they turn to leave Tricks of the trade The ball games played By the jugglers centre stage Carefully handed down from age to age Conclusions made conclusions leapt Impressions lost and overstepped Shadows hide the truth With nobody the wiser Art and illusion The magic show won’t let you go They’re only trying to tell your lies Trying to make you compromise To leave reality completely up to them Art and illusion The magic show won’t let you go
5.
how can we fight the diseases of the poor when colour of a nation is reasoning for war men force your surrender, then ask you to believe with the lives of many millions embroidered of their sleeves is this reason – a price to pay? give us reason – a first new day acid emotion – child of suicide bewilderment and hunger are hurting you inside while hopes find protection in the sanctuary of life another voice is silenced in the quiet of the night is this reason – a price to pay? give us reason – a first new day all breathe together, suffocate the fear let each of us in comfort share the pain, the tears, the years don’t let their hate be the dowry of a youth too humble for importance too honest for the truth is this reason – a price to pay? give us reason – a first new day give us reason – a first new day
6.
Take A Look 11:59
synthesised, programmed and synchronised detailed, computerised – no room for error specified, labelled and classified free mind has ‘paralysed imagination’ educate, break down and formulate dictate, don’t speculate – don’t be a failure parasite, know, sense, think, read and write translating black and white, hungry for logic stand fast take a look at yourself in a moment realise we are thinking today take a look, take a look take control of yourself for a moment realise we are thinking today today, today, take a look docters of the silicon enslaved by self-design dependant on the life-blood and body of their sun each cry for understanding begins and ends at the grave from cradle to grave null and void emotion break free of this system opening eyes finding release each breath of inspiration begins and ends at the grave from cradle to grave I’ll find a key to lock the door I won’t let on that I’m afriad heaven, heaven I’m scared take a look at yourself in a moment realise we are thinking today today, today take control of yourself for a moment realise you are thinking today today, today, take a look synthesise, programme and synchronise detail, computerise your own damn/nation magnified these dreams you’ve kept inside come alive! your hand is bitten by your own creation take a look at yourself in a moment realise we are thinking today today, today take control of yourself you’re not a victim you’re not anything only throwing away today, today take a look I’m alive I breathe, I feel inside not just a toy not a fault you can overide I want to be alone if I could find a place to hide will you always be there in every thought, every word oh you’re so damn clinical, useful and practical always fanatical, controlled existence oh we may generate, design and integrate but never, we never simulate human reaction stand fast take a look at yourself in a moment realise we are thinking today take a look, take a look take control of yourself for a moment realise we are thinking today today, today take a look
7.
Last Song 04:25
The tighter the turn, the harder the means of escape The deeper the nail, the stronger the coffin we make You're free – glory! Hope you will find silence The biggest attraction, the hardest the habit to break The sharper the needle, the lesser the mark that we make In my heart is something more precious than gold You know something? I love you – Take it all Young hearts in pain Look to the rain – So lonely Nothing to say Cloudy and grey The louder the brave, the darker the secrets they fear The weaker the mind, the stronger the voice will appear Oh you'll get over glory Song of joy today is gold – All this time what have we solved Circle on circle of… Young hearts in pain Look to the rain – So lonely Nothing to say Cloudy and grey Sleep tight Tired of learning – How are you? Sleep tight Tired of learning – How are you? There may be times I dream away Young hearts in pain Look to the rain – So lonely Nothing to say Cloudy and grey – So lonely Young hearts in pain Who's going to take your nightmares away? They're going to take you for one last song So lonely –
8.
Blondon Fair 05:34
heil mothers love to wash you clean to bleed you dry lie beneath filial grief for genocide blondon fair, lust for their masterdom hooked and feint – heaven sent exodus heil! in the hut in there in the hut, the hut heil! fascist cross the borderline exit crime invade the peace, disturb the beast terrify clicking black, shiny box crack the shell blondon Fair separate gold for pearl heil! no more room in the hut in there no more room in the hut, the hut heil! hooked and feint – heaven sent martyrdom blondon fair, without a care exodus heil!
9.
Kingdom come, come kingdom go That you may carve upon my grave stone When confined in a six walled box I will no longer hear the clocks Indifferently ticking in cold deserted mansion halls Kingdom come, come kingdom go Mementos relics crated cargo A million things all left behind Relationships with humankind Conducted as if I was buying slaves at auction Holding court at gross parties Where punch drunk sycophants Came slobbering, to suck my cocktails I escaped up the stairs to my collection In my collection, facets of ego Gradually eclipsing mass Between the nursery and now Struggling for meaning Walking earth insensible Flowerings of childhood turned to stringy vegetable Titians, tits and grand Goyas Glower through the high stone traceries Oily smears bequeathed by thirsty souls Studied throughout my long daze Scumbled paint in priceless fossils Many a sad sullen pieta Christ eternal held away from me Behind a brown and ancient glaze Troubled at night by… Flashbacks… Flashbacks! Flashbacks! Flashbacks! Flashbacks Whaaa… Mummy I don’t want to train on my potty and I don’t want to share my toys with the other children ‘cos they’re so nasty… … Child that I was then when was I last young? When did comic wood bricks become trading in con-tricks? When did innocence shudder and die? Adolescent I planned to take total command Draped vision’s guilt edge on the bars of my play-pen Hoped to arrest the swift passage of time As though by some chance I could recreate Eden… Apple pie? Lovely! So hope became a statue, my words became a gun In the hit parade of self-interest, I remained at number one I was Mozart’s own piano, with a special gold inlay I was always a lover of music, but I never did learn to play Thought I’d be saved by my collection, to begin with Thought I’d be saved by my collection Would you believe it? But then... Nanny? Nanny Conscience? Is that you standing at the end of my bed, Nanny? My, you’ve been in cold storage for a long time, my dear You’re looking out of condition, you could do with some exercise I mean look at your skin, my God, the wrinkles! Nanny! Nan-nanny! Had her made into a table lamp for me Because I need some light to shine but artificially From her prim portals… Nanny! Nan-nanny! Don’t you think you’d better start being nice to me, Nanny? I mean one day soon I’m going to grow up big and strong And an old bag like you won’t get a job in my kingdom Nobody’s going to make me wash behind my ears, or eat my greens Or share my toys with the other children… I drank myself as dry as a desert Still in the end there was nothing left to call my own The freedom from pain with which I toyed Became a doorway to avoid The only values left were relative to power The trouble with life in ivory towers The seconds stretch until they wear the skins of hours Faithless mates who come and go They run away like melted snow A temple to ego never constitutes a home And though it seems sad, this jangling junk we are amassed A passing pageant passing fast, there must be something Something that can Last more than the sense of life as just a short and pointless overture to death Fear debilitating fear and death run round in circles Turn! Kingdom come, come kingdom go Collecting clouds before the Son light On pain of death our presents pass Secreting habit over insight Human soul is fertilised Human span its wombing season Ward of conscience fragile child Aborted by unfettered reason Candle, both ends burning Collecting trash, collecting gold Vampiric ego drains and clutches When cross examined by the truth It carves the cross up into crutches Sharpened at both ends, some friend… Freedom’s king is donkey borne A cross, the bleeding palms on main-street Collecting nothing but the scorn Of those who cannot bear their eyes to meet Except in artificial light Who needs to star in such a cast? I leave collecting to the past To one last party, I asked them all and one And when it was over I found that all but one had gone Did Jesus have a grave stone upon which to carve his name? We all are what we live, a truth that will never change You cannot collect worthwhile living For it is a crop that grows, from a seed of giving Diaries, drugs, a glittering crystal ball Cathedrals, palaces, sweet sugar you can keep them all; Heaven, heaven is not for sale Heaven is not for sale
10.
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 (Chorus) 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 (Chorus) 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
11.
Instrumental.
12.
Creepshow 12:26
Welcome, welcome First today to see the creepshow Come see the exhibits, but do not touch They cannot bear touch, here in the creepshow 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 white-coats 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, madness Give her, give her, Amanda? Amanda! 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 minds 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
13.
Sequences 17:15
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, hat 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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Compilation album of some of Twelfth Night's best tracks. Features studio versions of The Ceiling Speaks, Deep In The Heartland and The Collector not available anywhere else. There is also a special re-recording of Love Song.

This digital version includes all 13 tracks that were issued (in the 3 different combinations) on the original double LP, cassette, and CD on the Food For Thought label GRUB18 - in 1991, and the subsequent CD re-release on Cyclops Records - CYCL102 in 2001.

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released June 30, 1990

Rick Battersby - keyboards (except track 3)
Brian Devoil - drums, percussion (except track 5)
Clive Mitten - bass (all), keyboards (tracks 3, 5 & 10), classical guitar (tracks 6 &10)
Andy Revell - guitars (all), keyboards (track 5)
Geoff Mann - vocals (tracks 1, 2, 3, 9, 10)
Andy Sears - vocals (tracks 4-8), keyboards (track 5)

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Twelfth Night are an English progressive rock band of the 1980s, reformed between 2007 and 2012 and again in 2014.

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