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…

Apathetic and Here, I watch myself glide from the sky, Losing height and end up as something gone bump in the light Which doesn’t desire to be dragged from the night: But change is the heartbeat of life into life Which trembling approaches the knife. Redemption is costly there’s blood on the land And all of us till it, it sticks to our hands It seems to be bound up in our very glands; It sucks all out wagon wheels into the slush And falsifies our every blush. The heart’s a thermometer, readings are odd We’re from luke-warmer regions where Cain gives the nod And we tread upon roads where our fathers have trod We are maples and hapless and blown by the breeze And we chatter of being at ease Dreary me We chatter of being at ease.

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

raise one leg dream of death obliterate your sex holding breath this is a memory this is a trance it is the middle of a broken last chance it isn't movement it isn't free it is a moment deep in you and me dance... dance... dance... dance... dance... dance dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance a single eye stares from a face with all the emptiness of limitless space without action without motion entombed in the oil of one man's emotion never casual more than a glance where the truth for a change has been paid in advance dance... dance... dance... dance... dance... dance dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance dance... dance... dance... dance... dance... dance dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance and the window being open shows the sky far away but the balustrade keeps us locked in to make us dance all day

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 endless reports flop into the in-trays, In-trays Meanwhile below endless 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... (la-la-la") And the chorus says "It's all quite normal... (la-la-la") And 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...

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

ii. Beyond that Door Lucky Jim staggered through the corridor His heart torn apart with grief By the window lay the bouncers' victim The body of the 'Thief' His head smashed through the window pane As they'd thrown him out of play There was blood on the glass But the glass was smashed And there shone the light of day Lucky Jim bowed his head and wept For the light and the pain were despair Then he opened his eyes to the grass and the skies But the Thief was no longer there About to step out through the broken frame The gambler heard the Thief call his name: 'The Casino is falling, its days at an end For I came when you called me, And now I call you Friend - You will come this way one day I'll be here when you do I have opened the doorway But not just for you... Now I send you to find Those lost in their gambling The deafened and the blind If you fall by the tables If you're cut by the cards If they say you've been stealing If you're shot by the guards If you're flattened by tumblers If you're crushed by the wheels I'm before you I'm with you And remember I know I know how it feels I know how it feels...' iii. Overheard in Passing #3 (bouncers on the door) 'The punters 'ave got restless, it seems one of 'em escaped! There's got to be a clampdown, unless the crud gets aped...' 'It seems to me that one who's free is the beginning of a trend - It's too late now to disallow, the punters 'ave a friend... 'Oo knows - 'tween you 'an me, I might even 'ave a go myself...'

Tell me Jesus baby don't you think you came too soon When you got to tell somebody who can walk on the moon? We got miracles these days we made with our own hands We got thermo-nuclear war we got rubber bands Chorus You can't fool me I'm far too modern You can't fool me I'm far too cool You can't fool me I'm far too modern You can't fool me I'm already a fool Get yourself down Saatch Saatchi get some good advice First you throw away the cross it isn't very nice Maybe get yourself a pretty trendy pair of horns Get a funky-punky hairstyle ditch the crown of thorns Chorus Come on Jesus baby come on now admit the scam Nobody gets out the coffin no nobody can Though it would be nice 'n' it's a crying shame Still at least it proves all religions are the same - Now get back in your tomb! Chorus

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!

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 control Clinical, useful and practical Always fanatical – controlled existence Generate, design and integrate But never simulate human reaction Stand fast Take a look at yourself In a moment, realise We are thinking today Take control Take control Control Control Doters on the silicon Enslaved by self-design Dependant on the life-blood And body of their Son Each cry for understanding Begins and ends at the grave From cradle to grave Null and void emotion Break free of the system Opening eyes finding release Each breath of inspiration Begins and ends at the grave From cradle to grave Synthesised, programmed and synchronised Detailed, computerised no room for error Specified, labelled and classified Free mind has paralysed imagination 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 at yourself For a moment, realise We are thinking today Take a look, take a look Take control of yourself In a moment, in a moment Realise, we are thinking today, today, today, today Take a look at yourself, for a moment Realise, we are thinking today Take control We are thinking, thinking Today, today, today Take a look Take a look Take a look Take a look, at yourself At yourself You’ve got to take, take, take Take control of yourself.

Word of God came looking for me Deep into this corner of the room Where I hid in gloom Asked me: "Who do you say I am? Listen to the song of truth I sing... It's got a beat of angels wings!" I think I'll get up and dance... Out into the gleaming spotlight Knees are shaking Feet they lead me on towards the Heavenly song Suddenly, I feel a movement Filling me up from head to toe Oh! It makes me want to g-g-go; Get up and dance! I can feel a heartbeat moving On the edge On the edge of my vision It's like a flashing light It is the dawning of the new life where I stand Free on the plain Without the chains Where I can move my limbs and move my mouth and move my soul Into freedom Dance! Jesus came off the Cross And left it all behind Him Defeated Death fell from Him like an empty sack That once held rubbish Rising Rising Into forever Dragging us behind Him If We will only give our lives into His hands He'll teach us to dance...

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

Oh you hear us And now and then we all replace True sentiment with nothing But sentimentality Oh you hear us And now and then we all get selfish And hurt the people we care for And now and then And now and then And now and now Forever And when I asked Why I did not have all the love I needed I got my answer I got my answer Because I did not give away All that I had

Maybe I should be a satellite, hovering I should do something with my life Reasons clear, for being here I should do something with my life That I need time away from me, to breathe And I don't like a wall to be, this me Everybody says they need some love, it isn't true They love themselves much more than you could ever do So I guess we'll all in this now I see love with only satellites And I need time away from me, to breathe I, a floating satellite And I need time away to breathe And I need time away from you And I need time away from me And I

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

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