FIREBRAND

Sunday night, twelve weeks before winter,
the world is in a smoke haze.
Suddenly there appears a rider in the East
brandishing flame.

He rides on into the wintry darkness,
and brandishes his flame like a spear;
below him there races his ghost steed,
draping the night in fear.

His steed strains as he reaches out over the reins
and hurls his flame at the West ...
the mountains dissolve in fire
and he races through them, screaming:
" I ride an icy stallion,
fire at each end and poison at the center -
you won't hear my words as scream into the darkness:
his plans are like a firebrand,
his plans are like a firebrand ! "

Njal, beware !
Heed the words which emanate from Hildiglum !

THE LIQUIDATOR

I read the news, in a paper
No flowers please, donations to charity
Like the N.S.P.C.V.d.G.G.
Just send the money to Guy and Hugh and David and me.
It's a joke, there is no hope left, who ever might disagree
Tell me that you're seen the worst, dish me the dirt
Go on and rip the back right off my shirt !
Tell me how I hate Hugh Banton
Tell us that the bank account is zero ant that anyway
There's no-one left to play to, oh well, there you go.

Are we ever going to get this act together on time ?
It's been totally screwed up and I really just don't know
Is there any way of keeping a clean feed line ?
Its out of the question, when the triple distortion booster's blown
Jackson, please ! What's matter man ?
You're freaking me out you know
Only playing happy families, maybe playing different tunes
Always playing too hard, too fast, too soon !
Waiting for our fate to take us
Waiting for liquidator
Caught in colour by the paper in the middle of a show
Waiting for our fate to take us
Waiting for liquidator
The only news is bad news
When the only story is making up or carrying on.

W

Life is and endless succession of waves ...
you're happy / you're sad,
and you don't appreciate the good times
until you're in the bad:
you wake up one morning ... w ...
and you're twice as unhappy as you're ever been before
in your like.

You wake up, go to the window and see smoke
billowing across the lawn.
You pick your feet up, drag yourself downstairs
and you're gone ...

You're wake up, look to your left but you see
no reassuring head.
You stay in bed all day;
at six o'clock you realize you're dead.

THE BOAT OF MILLIONS OF YEARS

Horus, the son of Isis, lay in the marshes of Buto,
poisoned by Set.
She called out to the High God Ra to kill this evil,
that her child may live yet:
casting aside her present fears,
she called out on the boat of millions of years...
Ra came and saw, and stopped the sun until he had cured
the life of the innocent.

Horus the Good lived in the North, in lands of fertility
and beauty;
but Set stayed in the hard desert, to him belonged
all drought and perversity.
While he sheds his tears beneath the boat of millions of the years
he fights to kill the Hawk, bearing with him evil and darkness;
but Horus lives with the Sun.

Forever the battle rages, evil tries to kill
the innocent baby
and only Osiris, the Lord of the Dead, can eventually 
save it.
So we must cast aside our future fears
and call out on the boat of the millions of the years:
the God of Love is on our side,
and with him we shall not die -
there's life in the Sun !
There's life in the sun !
Only the violence is the cause lost:
in peace, grey Set can't kill our baby of love.

SHRINE

Lights are beaming in the city
as the train I'm on arrives;
my eyes are gleaming, my mouth is gritty,
I'm begging to feel alive
and, as I step out of the station into the pouring rain,
I know that I'm a pilgrim once again.

Get a taxi to my destination -
she doesn't know yet that it's coming here.
I'm relaxing in contemplation
of the great times that we had last year;
and, as I step out onto the pavement, and ring the bell of 29,
I know that I'm a pilgrim, arriving at his shrine.

A year ago we were together all the time;
you were a goddess, and God! yes, you were mine...

Landlord lets me in, I climb on up the stairs,
and I'm knocking upon your door...
what am I seeing, as you stand there,
half your clothes off, lying on the floor ?
And, as I look past your shocked expression,
I see, in your bed, a new man
and I'm a pilgrim in a strange land -
and the shrine that was here has crumbled into sand.

RAIN, 3 AM

Spitting drops of rain flow down
and touch my cheek,
intermingling with my tears
as I silently weep.
Then the fatality of life
presses close and probes in my eyes....
And I'm cold and hungry tonight.
         
These great black walls of brickwork 
bow low and oppress my mind
like the words of people
I thought I'd left far behind;
the presence of the words and walls
is too close and it's far too clear
as the rain keeps washing through my tears,
as the rain just washes through my tears.
         
A drunk looks out at me and he quickly turns away;
he's hiding deep inside himself
all the ritual of this strange play.
There's no-one else upon the street,
just this dying old drunk and me
and the cat that's hiding in the tree.
         
My memory stretches back,
as I continue to cry,
to places where I went wrong,
although I still don't know quite why.
The flashing neon signsd proclaim
"All is void where the human lives"
and in the darkness no-one forgives.
         
And in the darkness no-one forgives.

Now and Forever

At first sight helplessly falling
All at once lighter than air
Feels just like I've known you always
So now it starts
Now and forever's begun

You are the one
I've been waiting for so long
Now suddenly everything's shining
Now suddenly everything's clear
Here you are so close beside me
And now you've come
Now and forever's begun

You are, you are the one
I've been waiting for so long
At first sight helplessly falling
All at once lighter than air
Suddenly synchronous heartbeats.
So now it starts, now and forever
Now and forever
Now our forever's begun
Now our forever's begun

Open Your Eyes

Open your eyes, this is the world

Quando passa l'ombra di un rancore
Anche gli occhi cambiano il colore
Are you on your way to be free?

Penso della mia generazione
Forse non rimane traccia alcuna
All of life is self-discovery

Anche la crisalide s'immola, si trasforma e a un tratto vola
Nell'incanto in metamorfosi
Are you on your way to be free?

Sono come rondini i pensieri ed a volte danno dispiaceri
Se li guardi sono immagini
All of life is self-discovery

Quando l'amore prende il largo
No, non e difficile ascoltarlo
E alla tristezza non pensarci mai

Open your eyes, this is the world
Quando l'amore prende il largo
No, non e difficile ascoltarlo
Open your heart, accept the world

Quando passa l'ombra di un dolore
Anche gli occhi cambiano il colore
Are you on your way to be free?

Sono come rondini i pensieri
Ed a volte danno dispiaceri
All of life is self-discovery

Sara che il vento del passato
Certe volte scuote la memoria
E ti fa vedere cieli limpidi
Quando l'amore passa accanto
C'e della dolcezza anche nel pianto
E niente sembra irraggiungibile

Open your eyes, this is the world
Quando l'amore prende il largo
No, non e difficile ascoltarlo
Open your heart, accept the world
Quando l'amore passa accanto
C'e della dolcezza anche nel pianto
Don't be afraid, less will be more

Open your eyes, this is the world
Quando l'amore prende il largo
No, non e difficile ascoltarlo
Open your heart, accept the world
Quando l'amore prende il largo
No, non e difficile ascoltarlo
Open your eyes, this is the world...

THERE'S NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT (UNLESS PERHAPS IT'S YESTERDAY)

There's got to be some change made,
There's got to be some plans.
If you won't build me a machine,
I'll do it with my hands.
I've said my piece, I can't waste time.
I've other work to do,
But don't think I'm enjoying this,
I'm doing it for you.

Get up and pack your suitcase, girl
And meet me at the station.
With things so bad, I've organised
Our own evacuation.
I can't talk now, I have to split,
There's no time on the meter.
I hope she comes, but as they say
If you can't join her, beat her.

 CHORUS:
There's no time like the present,
Unless perhaps it's yesterday.
The future looks unpleasant,
So let's get in tomorrow's way.
Please, please don't miss the ride.

The Minister of Culture
Has really got us in his sights.
He sent a robot vulture
That circles round the house at night.
It's amplifiers quivering,
Playing repeats of the J.Y.Prog.,
Piping Eagle through the central heating
And Donny up the bog.

REPEAT CHORUS.

We better shift ourselves,
It might not be too late.
We've a snowflake's chance in hell
If we hesitate.
The net is growing tighter.
Gonna move to Hindustan.
They won't shoot me, I'm a writer,
Join me when you can.

REPEAT CHORUS.

Roncevaux

Fight within a war within a song:
Roland dies, but memory lingers on....
         
Soldier, approaching the Gates of Spain,
treachery waits for you and the baggage train;
a rearguard stand, your final war, it's what you've been living for.
         
Soldier, as you sit astride Viellantif
Durendal abides inside your sheath; soon you shall grace the day.
Turpin and Oliver ride by your side,
bishop and king's pawn about to slide; do you feel fit to slay?
         
Carlon is riding far ahead
and cannot hear your voice if you call;
Ganelon, the traitor, in his tent
cannot wait to hear the word of your fall...soon both shall laugh, in different ways.
         
Soldier, approaching the Gates of Spain,
the Paynim are sharpening up their blades.
Glory! Your moment is here!
         
Can you see Marsilion yet?
Is that a vulture wheeling overhead?
Twenty thousand Frenchmen, the flower of honour;
stepfather's henchmen wait to fall on you - look around, the silent sound of death.
         
Saracen plots and Frenchman aids his plans:
ambuscade springs eternal life to man.
         
Soldier, now white rises from the cliffs of Roncevaux -
battle! Maybe you should heed the words of Oliver: it's time to blow your horn.
Carlon twists and sc reams out in his sleep,
Ganelon walks the night with knuckles raw; soon both shall die, in different ways.
         
And you can see Marsilion now,
Baligant wields Maltet in his hand;
now's the time to hold to virtuous vows,now's the time to fight and die alone in foreign lands.
Twenty thousand fall to sixty, there is no hope;
Oliover can well say "I told you so" now....Blow the horn and sound the call for help!
         
Too late, too late and Oliver falls,
now only Turpin and thee, back to back;
though Charelmagne wheels round tyo answer the call
when he arrives he'll find your body hacked.
Only revenge is left, Marsilion shall die,
only revenge is left, the traitor's eye is beamed....
         
Roland, the song is ended,
Roland, the song is ended,
Roland, the Song has only just begun.

Rift Valley

At the edge of the canyon,
looking down upon the haze...
which hides the future of this planet,
home, our earth through all the days
which have been and will come.
I hear the running feet of those yet to follow.
         
At the end of such life as I call my own
I glimpse that yet to come;
springing from me in the future
trees of family shall run.
I have carried the seed:
conceived from me, all people multiply forward.
         
When it's over they will dig me from the gorge
and proclaim that I am the first Man:
first soldier, first speaker, first tool-user,
that with me civilisation began, in some order.
I have stumbled...
Is it right or am I planned?
         
Still I feel it
still I know that some day
the world will fall to this human hand, 
this clenched fist.
         
If that's the way it's going to be
I can only say "Good luck!".
You Men who follow on from me
must crawl your way out of here
or all our lives'll be
trapped in the chasm.
         
The dying day:
I stand upon the edge, stare down
at what's to come below.
In a way there's all the future in me,
destiny already known.
Already tired in my heart,
I start the long walk forward 
into Rift Valley,
to rest in Rift Valley.
         
Still instinctively trying to save my kind
I survive into the future.

The Polaroid

Me holidays on the Southern Sands,
trying to get some fun by way of one night stands...
I clocked this girl, thought l'd give her the chat -
one of them Swedish blonde types
and l've always fancied that.
I showed her me Polaroid.
         
She said "I like it, will you 
please take my picture?"
I say "Right then", thinking 
this is gonna be me lucky day.
She whips off her bikini top
and I think "OK!"
         
I say "It only takes a minute
for this thing to develop."
She says "I'd better push off now 
or me feller'll be jealous."
Just then I felt a hand on me collar,
and it was a Boy in Blue.
He says "You can't take 
nude photographs on this beach,"
and "I'm arresting you."
I protested me innocence,
but it was no use, the picture was forming;
he gave me the official warning that day.
He'd seen me Polaroid,
so what could I say?
         
I looked around, but she'd disappeared,
I say "You don't understand, this was all her idea"
but the copper says "Don't worry son, 
I get the picture OK."
         
He took me Polaroid
and I got ten days.

The Honing of Homer

A shaft of light, an eagle's wing
A mountain top, a signet ring
A crucifix, the axe's swing
These prosaic things will be gone in the wink of an eye
With his voice falling short in the silence
With his sight ever growing more dim
With his senses now tuned to the infinite
What place has envy in him?

What a waste of life observation is
If unaccompanied by any inner reflection or change
If the way of life is mysterious
Then the ways of Man are even more strange
With a whole range of feeling inside us
We perceive but do not comprehend
Like children with games full of magic
Who toy with themselves to the end
Toy with themselves to the end

So many things pass before him
And in his fear he wishes he could hold them all close
Even though his grasp is clumsy
And there is nothing here he really knows
In sublimely indifferent ignorance
Now aware of the world he might miss
His sight stretches out like a hand in the night
And is severed at the wrist

So many thoughts come towards him
So many dreams now as he slides on that steepest descent
Into ultimate darkness
So many tales, and all that they meant
In sublimely indifferent eloquence
Now aware of the world that he holds
His sight which has blinded him all his life
Is excised as the stories are told
And the stories are told

South of the Sahara

South of the Sahara, aching heart
Is that where you'd guess all astronomy starts?
We could have more knowledge than we dream
In Heaven and Earth nothing's less than it seems...
This could be the circle of the stones
The turn of the card or the rolling of bones
This could be the leyline on the land
The past and the future that cross in our hands
This could close the circle

Double star that hides itself
White dwarf behind the Sun - oh, Sirius
The things we can't explain
Remain
Mysterious

South of the Sahara, Timbuctoo
The back of beyond and the shock of the new
This could be the strangest thing of all
The body of science with its back to the wall
South of the Sahara
Distant men of logic try to trace
The shape of the vortex, the pattern of space
The same as that of atoms, of the mind
Wherever we look it's ourselves that we find
The sand of the Sahara

Double star that hides itself
White dwarf behind the Sun - oh, Sirius
The things we can't explain
Remain
Mysterious

The people of the Dogon always knew
The extraterrestrials' heavenly view
Stars that dog our passage, holy Suns
Over the centuries, these have become
The legend of the Dogon

How do you explain it?
How do you begin to explain it all?

We could be the leyline on the land
Invisible shifts in the hourglass's sand
We could have more knowledge than we dream
In Heaven and Earth nothing's less than it seems
We could be eternal

Domine Mundi

The city falls in curfew's arms a night of fear
This darkness omen of my armies drawing near
In the distance smoke and fire fly
Like a banner in the sky
My power overwhelming
Dare you look me in the eye?
The steel door, the iron cage
Like a nice age I am

Domine Mundi - And as the perma frost descends
Domine Mundi - You will betray your closest friends
Domine Mundi - You lose all sense of right and wrong
Domine Mundi - You sell your children for a song

A song that rises from the bowels of the Earth
The magma churning in a terrible rebirth
Fleeing legions like a river
Like a river to the sea
They run from my power but they find no sanctuary
No mercy, no quarter, mindless slaughter I am

Domine Mundi - I am the firestorm in the street
Domine Mundi - Ten thousand drummers' muffled beat
Domine Mundi - I am the scorpions deadly sting
Domine Mundi - I am the end of everything

Domine Mundi - And as the perma frost descends
Domine Mundi - You will betray your closest friends
Domine Mundi - You lose all sense of right and wrong
Domine Mundi - You sell your children for a song

Domine Mundi - I am the firestorm in the street
Domine Mundi - Ten thousand drummers' muffled beat
Domine Mundi - I am the scorpions deadly sting
Domine Mundi - I am the end of everything

Feel That Way

Some like to love some love to fight
some stand apart from it all
some try, some try but never get in right
you come to me you never told me why
you come to me from so far away

Odd day how could you feel that way
odd day how could you feel that way

Where do we go where have we been
how can we hope to see the dream
you come to me from so far away

Odd day how could you feel that way
odd day how could you feel that way

The world within is all we have 
will all our love survive
you know I'll make it right
you come to me from so far away

Odd day how could you feel that way
odd day how could you feel that way
odd day (on that day) how could you feel that way (so far away)
odd day (on that day)

The Sea of Memory

If only we remembered
as much as we forget...
The pasts of distant ocean
we can't go back to yet.
We wait down in the valley
and till the soil by hand
feeling the weight of water
built up behind the dam.
Left and right, up and down, head over heels
that's the only way that we know.
Down and up, right and left, over and over
tumbling on with the flow.
Through time our ghosts are swimming
like schools of angel fish.
We have no way of feeling
the flow of water under the bridge.

We're working in the fields
we're making tracks
all of our histories stacked 
behind our backs.
High up above us now
the dam wall cracks
here comes everything we've been
in the flood of memory.
If only we remembered
as much as we forget...
If only we could see that
what we give is what we get.
Here comes the flooding water
to wash us to the sea
of memory.

On and on
the river flows
on and on
it goes.
One by one
we'll all find our own way home.

We wait down in the valley
and till the soil by hand
we feel the weight of water
that's building up behind the dam.
And
up and down, left and right, head over heels
we go
down and up right and left, slippery eels.

If only we remembered
as much as we forget...
If only we could see that
what we give is what we get.
Here comes the flooding water
to wash us to the sea
of memory
of memory
of memory.
If only we remembered
as much as we forget...
If only we remembered.