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Feeding the Fire

You are terrified by the smallest sound
Because you live your life in such a sheltered world
As do those who surround you
Well I have seen you stung by poisonous flies
And you suffer much too much from their bites
There you sit in your comfort watching other people get caught by the storm

Many a thing that used to be a secret
Has become so talked about
Not worth a second thought
There's different kinds of secrets now
Times change, it's not enough to say
It seemed a good idea a hundred years ago
You think it's not your problem
It really doesn't matter at all

Every stone that's thrown must fall to the ground
But you don't give a thought to where they might come down
You are feeding the fire over which you'll be roasted

Anywhere that they don't speak the same
In any place that they don't think the same
You think it's not your problem
No no

You think it's not your problem
It really doesn't matter at all
Oh...

Maybe it's not your fate to be a leader of men
But you just leave it all to someone else and complain
You could be so much stronger, but it really doesn't matter any longer
Cos you're feeding the fire over which you'll be roasted
Cos you're feeding the fire over which you'll be roasted

 

Fifth of Fifth

Though no eyes can see
The course laid down long before

And so with gods and men
The sheep remain inside their pen
Though many times they've seen the way to leave
He rides majestic
Past homes of men
Who care not or gaze with joy
To see reflected there
The trees, the sky, the lily fair
The scene of death is lying just below

The mountain cuts off the town from view
Like a cancer growth is removed by skill
Let it be revealed
A waterfall, his madrigal
An inland sea, his symphony

Undinal songs
Urge the sailors on
Till lured by the siren's cry

Now as the river dissolves in sea
So Neptune has claimed another soul
And so with gods and men
The sheep remain inside their pen
Until the Shepherd leads his flock away

The sands of time were eroded by
The river of constant change

 

Fireside Song

As daybreak breaks the mist upon the earth
It came to pass that beauty settled there forever more
And as the steam clings close to things to come
It came to pass that solid rock did part for humble life

Once upon a time there was confusion
Disappointment, fear and disillusion
Now there's hope reborn with every morning
See the future clearly at its dawning
Forever drifting slowly towards a hazy emptiness
Whilst water slips into the sea
The father's sad to see it's free

As shadows creep towards their master night
It came to pass that trees defied the wind who shook their leaves
And as the peace descended all around
It came to pass that nature's creatures came to face the world

Once upon a time there was confusion
Disappointment, fear and disillusion
Now there's hope reborn with every morning
See the future clearly at its dawning
Forever drifting slowly towards a hazy emptiness
Whilst water slips into the sea
The father's sad to see it's free

Once upon a time there was confusion
Disappointment, fear and disillusion
Now there's hope reborn with every morning
See the future clearly at its dawning

Once upon a time there was confusion
Disappointment, fear and disillusion

 

Firth of Fifth

The path is clear
Though no eyes can see
The course laid down long before.
And so with gods and men
The sheeps remain inside their pen,
Though many times they've seen the way to leave.

He rides majestic
Past homes of men
Who care not or gaze with joy,
To see reflected there
The trees, the sky, the lily fair,
The scene of death is lying just below.

The mountain cuts off the town from view,
Like a cancer growth is removed by skill.
Let it be revealed.
A waterfall, his madrigal.
An inland sea, his symphony.

Undinal songs
Urge the sailors on
Till lured by the sirens' cry.

Now as the river dissolves in sea,
So Neptune has claimed another soul.
And so with gods and men
The sheeps remain inside their pen,
Until the Shepherd leads his flock away.

The sands of time were eroded by
The river of constant change.

 

Fly on a Windshield

The sky is overcast and as Rael looks back a dark cloud is descending like a balloon into Times Square.
It rests on the ground and shapes itself into a hard edged flat surface, which solidifies and extends itself all the way East and West along 47th Street and reaching up to the dark sky.
As the wall takes up its tension it becomes a screen showing what had existed in three dimensions, on the other side just a moment before.
The image flickers and then cracks like painted clay and the wall silently moves forward, absorbing everything in its path.
The unsuspecting New Yorkers are apparently blind to what is going on.

There's something solid forming in the air,
And the wall of death is lowered in Times Square.
No-one seems to care,
They carry on as if nothing was there.

Rael starts to run away towards Columbus Circle. Each time he dares to take a look, the wall has moved another block.
At the moment when he thinks he's maintaining his distance from the wall, the wind blows hard and cold slowing down his speed.
The wind increases, dries the wet street and picks up the dust off the surface, throwing it into Rael's face.
More and more dirt is blown up and it begins to settle on Rael's skin and clothes, making a solid layered coat that brings him gradually to a terrified stillness.
A sitting duck.

The wind is blowing harder now,
Blowing dust into my eyes.
The dust settles on my skin,
Making a crust I cannot move in
And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway.

Echoes of The Broadway Everglades
With their mythical madonnas still walking in their shades:
Lenny Bruce delcares a truce and plays his other hand
Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin', head buried in the sand.
Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ships sailing.
Groucho, with his movies trailing, stands alone with his punchline failing.

Ku Klux Klan serve hot soul foood and the band plays "in The Mood"
The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand,
There's a smell of peach blossom and bitter almond.
Caryl Chessman sniff the air, and leads the parade
He knows, in a scent, you can bottle what you made!

There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes
Smiling at the Majorette, smoking Winston cigarettes
And as the song and dance begins, the children play at home
with needles...Needles and pins

 

Follow You Follow Me

Stay with me,
My love I hope you'll always be
Right here by my side if ever I need you
Oh my love

In your arms,
I feel so safe and so secure
Everyday is such a perfect day to spend
Along with you

I will follow you will you follow me
All the days and nights that we know will be
I will stay with you will you stay with me
Just one single tear in each passing year

With the dawn,
Oh I see so very clearly now
All my fears are drifting by me so slowly now
Fading away

I can say
The night is long but you are here
Close at hand, oh I'm better for the smile you give
And while I live

I will follow you will you follow me
All the days and nights that we know will be
I will stay with you will you stay with me
Just one single tear in each passing year there will be

I will follow you will you follow me
All the days and nights that we know will be
I will stay with you will you stay with me
Just one single tear in each passing year...

 

For Absent Friends

Sunday at six when they close both the gates
A widowed pair,
Still sitting there,
Wonder if they're late for church
And it's cold, so they fasten their coats
And cross the grass, they're always last.

Passing by the padlocked swings,
The roundabout still turning,
Ahead they see a small girl
On her way home with a pram.

Inside the archway,
The priest greets them with a courteous nod.
He's close to God.
Looking back at days of four instead of two.
Years seem so few (four instead of two).
Heads bent in prayer
For friends not there.

Leaving twopence on the plate,
They hurry down the path and through the gate
And wait to board the bus
That ambles down the street.

 

Get 'Em Out By Friday

John Pebble of Styx Enterprises

"Get 'em out by Friday!
You don't get paid till the last one's well on his way.
Get 'em out by Friday!
It's important that we keep to schedule, there must be no delay."

Mark Hall of Styx Enterprises (otherwise known as "The Winkler")
"I represent a firm of gentlemen who recently purchased this
House and all the others in the road,
In the interest of humanity we've found a better place for you
To go, go-woh, go-woh"

Mrs. Barrow (a tenant)
"Oh no, this I can't believe,
Oh Mary, they're asking us to leave."

Mr. Pebble
"Get 'em out by Friday!
I've told you before, 's good many gone if we let them stay.
And if it isn't easy,
You can squeeze a little grease and our troubles will soon run away."

Mrs. Barrow
"After all this time, they ask us to leave,
And I told them we could pay double the rent.
I don't know why it seemed so funny,
Seeing as how they'd take more money.
The winkler called again, he came here this morning,
With four hundred pounds and a photograph of the place he has found.
A block of flats with central heating.
I think we're going to find it hard."

Mr. Pebble
"Now we've got them!
I've always said that cash cash cash can do anything well.
Work can be rewarding
When a flash of intuition is a gift that helps you
Excel-sell-sell-sell."

Mr. Hall
"Here we are in Harlow New Town, did you recognise your block
Across the square, over there,
Sadly since last time we spoke, we've found we've had to raise
The rent again,
Just a bit."

Mrs. Barrow
"Oh no, this I can't believe
Oh Mary, and we agreed to leave."

(a passage of time)
18/9/2012 T.V. Flash on all Dial-A-Program Services

This is an announcement from Genetic Control:
"It is my sad duty to inform you of a four foot restriction on
Humanoid height."

Extract from coversation of Joe Ordinary in Local Puborama
"I hear the directors of Genetic Control have been buying all the
Properties that have recently been sold, taking risks oh so bold.
It's said now that people will be shorter in height,
They can fit twice as many in the same building site.
(they say it's alright),
Beginning with the tenants of the town of Harlow,
In the interest of humanity, they've been told they must go,
Told they must go-go-go-go."

Sir John De Pebble of United Blacksprings International
"I think I've fixed a new deal
A dozen properties - we'll buy at five and sell at thirty four,
Some must be inhabited,
It's time to send the winkler to see them,
He'll have to work some more."

Memo from Satin Peter of Rock Development Ltd.
With land in your hand, you'll be happy on earth
Then invest in the Church for your heaven.

 

Going Out To Get You

I can pacify your violence
I can guarantee no pain
Leave the ugly force of motion
Deep inside your guilty brain.

Going out to get you
Going out to get you
Going out to get you
Pulpit of the python
Chasing out the innocents defiled.

Leave your weapon in the cool stream
Rest your body on the stone
Multitude will beckon to a clear sky
Rise again to follow all who came
Are you really evil?

I saw you in the Devil's Kitchen
Cooking for the Queen of Spades
Hiding in your pretty laces
Licking fingers sunk in jam

Going out to get you
Going out to get you
Going out to get you
Pulpit of the python
Chasing out the innocents defiled

Curl your flimsy leaves around me
Sorceress you cannot still command
Burning in the orifice of Hades
Sacrifice your magic to my hand
Are you really evil?

I saw you in the hermit's garden
Picking roots to kill his flesh
Picking spells to take his body
Trapping him inside your mesh

Going out to get you
Going out to get you
Going out to get you
Pulpit of the python
Chasing out the innocents defiled...

 

Guide Vocal

I am the one who guided you this far,
All you know and all you feel.
Nobody must know my name
For nobody would understand,
And you kill what you fear.

I call you for I must leave,
You're on your own until the end.
There was a choice but now it's gone,
I said you wouldn't understand,
Take what's yours and be damned.

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