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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 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…
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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.
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3. |
Tim Bowness - This City
04:41
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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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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
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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 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...
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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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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...'
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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
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Galahad - Fact & Fiction
05:01
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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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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.
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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...
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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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Geoff Mann - Slow One
04:58
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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
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Andy Sears - Satellite
03:09
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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
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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
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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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Twelfth Night UK
Twelfth Night are an English progressive rock band of the 1980s, reformed between 2007 and 2012 and again in 2014.
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