Crystal breath on infant lips
Clear eyes see worlds that don't exist
Sparkle 'why',--and curiosity
Watch the child become a man--
Who will live again, inside you
One day he will live again
The craft, the craft
Teachers word, Cane and command
Remove these clouds and head from sand
Shattered dreams, --alone and cold
Cling to a warmer source of release and vow
"I will live again inside you one day I will live again",--
the craft, the craft
old men die but to be young
the rest is yet to be sung--,
they will live again, inside you
one day they will live again
one day they will live again
--we will live again
--I will live again
--I will live again
One day--
One day--
One day I will live again
The craft, the craft--
Inside you
Inside you
To live again inside of you--
To live again inside of you--
To live again inside of you--
Of you--
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
Indifferenty 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 upstairs to my collection
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
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
Troubled at night by flashbacks flashbacks flashbacks ...
Waaa Waaa Mummy
I don't want to go potty
Training: I don't want to share my toys with the other children
They're horrid
I ...
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!
My hopes became a statue my mouth became a gun
In the hit parade of self interest I remained at number one
I was Mozart's old piano with a special gold inlay
I was always a lover of music but I never did learn to play
I thought I'd be saved by my collection to begin with
I thought I'd be saved by my collection
Would you believe it?
I did; but then ...
Nanny - Nanny Conscience?
Is that you standing at the end of my bed there Nanny?
My word, it's a long time since you've been round here
Out in the open - you're looking dreadful
I mean, so pale and interior;
Look at your skin ... My god, the wrinkles!!!!
Nanny-nan-nanny; had her made into a table lamp for me
Because I needed light to shine
But artificially
From her prim portals ... Oooooooo!
Nanny-nan-nanny
Don't you think it's about time you started being nice to me
Nanny?
One day soon I'm going to grow up big and strong
And my ego will build me a temple
And nobody in there will make me
Wash behind my ears or eat my greens or
Share my toys with the other children who are just horrid anyway
Not me
I drank myself as dry as a desert
Still in the end there was nothing left to call my own
This freedom from pain with which I toyed
Became a gateway to a void
The only values left were relative to power
The trouble with life in ivory towers
The seconds stretch until they fit the skins of hours
The 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 turn 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 it's wombing season
Ward of conscience fragile child
Aborted by unfettered reason - that candle
Both ends burning
Collecting trash collecting gold
Vampires 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 Ling 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 haad gone
Did Jesus have a grave stone upon which to carve His name?
When He came collecting the grave gave up it's game
Now no-one collects worthwhile living
For it is a crop that grows from His seed of giving
Diaries
Drugs
A glittering crystal ball
Cathedrals
Palaces
Sweet sugar you can keep them all
Heaven is not for sale ...
BASS : CLIVE MITTEN
DRUMS, PERCUSSION AND PROGRAMMING : BRIAN DEVOIL
GUITARS : ANDY REVELL AND CLIVE MITTEN
KEYBOARDS : RICK BATTERSBY AND CLIVE MITTEN
VOCALS, SQUEAKY TOYS AND ASSORTED NOISES : GEOFF MANN
WRITTEN BY : ANDY, BRIAN, CLIVE, RICK AND GEOFF
(Geoff Mann)
i) te dium
ii) we are sane
iii) dictator's excuse me
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 sacre
d cow
The White House somedays
on the lawn
well kept pedigree
snap over bones
surplus requirements
appetite angel going down
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
(Andy Sears)
Freedom come freedom go
Hear you cry--"wonder why"--
I see you're scared I feel your touch
And it hurts,--it hurts so much
Run through fire, you run through fire
But you close your eyes,--
Why do you close your eyes!
Sick and tired, primed and wired
This is war
Freedom come, freedom go
Must stay alive, must keep alive
Come the day they'll change your name
Don't turn away, don't take it --
Hush child!
This is war--
Our war--
War hour!
(Andy Sears)
Charade, caprice
Risque, Affectedly chic
En role, 'Au Naturel'
The show is over--
On with the show
As the make-up breaks up
Out of the crack, charisma flows
Look at the face, look at the face
Look at the, Look at the, Look l,l,l...
A gilt/guilt disguise
Belies a silvery tongue
Undone,--and after all--
Well, it's hard,--
The light's in your eyes!
You'll never believe theatre
The lies and deceit--Theatre
We go too far
Never content with who we are
Look at the face, look at the fac
Look at the, look at the, look l,l,l...
We laugh, we feel
So nice and none of it real
It's all unnatural
A tragic performance--
Tears in my eyes
Don't ever believe theatre
The lights and the dreams--theatre
Row to row, there they go,--count them
They go,--"oh, oh, oh, no, no, oh no
No way, no way, no, no, no way--no!"--
Be gone--Home!
Be gone,--
I'd rather be with the lights in my eyes
Than out in the dark--
With you
(Andy Sears)
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!
Doters 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--
(Andy Sears)
pray--
dream breaker
faith healer--
shame--who can excuse you
shame--we don't include you
shame--and if we choose to
shame--we will accuse you
shame--who'll understand you
when it comes to the day--
who'll rise to save you
shame--when you try to explain
who'll entertain you
when it comes to the day--
shame will reject you
doctor reports of a social disease--
"it can't afford all the caring it needs",--
cover yourself with emotional sham
shame made your bed
now you live and lie--
live a lie
when you fall in shame
who'll understand you
when it comes to the day--
who will respect you--
I'll be there
when you fall
when you fall in shame!
--shame
when you fall in shame!
I'll be there
--shame
when you fall
when you fall in shame!
I'll be there
--shame
when you fall
when you fall in shame!
--shame
--shame
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 woman seem to want us to go
And so 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
'Isn'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
Now 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
'Though the numbers of dead
Will contain many zeros
The survivors will return
To a land fit for heroes
Now would I lie to you?
PRESENT ARMS!
Put next to a young boy
In a knee-deep trench
Whose hand even trembles
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
ALRIGHT MEN: OVER THE TOP WE GO!
I can't make it
I just can't take it
I trip, strumbling
Caught in the barbed wire
Amongst the heat
And smoke of the crossfire
It's madness, madness
On a station platform
Full of stretchered flesh and bone
Legacy of how easy it is
To destroy whatever's grown
Well maybe there's a reason
That is worthy of a name
Just sick illusions
That I suppose will happen again
Well, 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
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 -
The flags we weave
Only deceive
We must believe
We must believe ... IN LOVE
BASS AND KEYBOARDS : CLIVE MITTEN
DRUMS AND PERCUSSION : BRIAN DEVOIL
GUITAR : ANDY REVELL
KEYBOARDS
RICK BATTERSBY
VOCALS
: GEOFF MANN
WRITTEN BY : ANDY, BRIAN, CLIVE, RICK AND GEOFF
(Andy Sears)
Law--
You live by bias rules
Law to break
Whenever you choose
Playing,--only playing
Guilty, guilty--
Judge and jury--tyranny
Sentence, sentence--
Fan the flames of anarchy
It's no example, sets no example
Pressure!--We will, we will slam the door
Let Go!--We will, we will run
Run away--
Schools who teach
But cannot learn
Learn you that soon
Fingers must burn
Growing never knowing
Pressure!--We will, we will slam the door
Let Go!--We will, we will run away--
Still farther
Hold on tight, hold on tight
Hold on tight--
All your dreams, all your dreams--
Keep them right
Be an anthem,
Must be an anthem
I feel--
Pressure!--We will, we will slam the door
Let go!--we will, we will run away!
(Geoff Mann)
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 no-body 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
(Andy Sears)
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'll 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--
(Andy Sears)
These days,--
These days I can hardly breathe--
Caught in hypocrisy
You have to be blind to see!
Killjoys,--You poison us all
With no conscience
Well how much to sell your soul
The prices are going gold!
Mr. Jungle,--Please
Mr. Jungle,--Please please me
Go quench your libido
Mr. Jungle,--Please
Mr. Jungle,--Please leave me
It's a jungle, it's a jungle--help, help!
Please help me,--life is a jungle!
It's a jungle,--it's a jungle--help, help!
Believe me,--Life is a jungle!
You fool,--
Before you play 'God' to your minions
There's something you ought to know--
I've taken it up 'til now
But it gets too hot,--can you breathe!
Mr. Jungle,--Please
Mr. Jungle,--Freeze sleaze
I question your notions
Mr. Jungle,--Please
Mr. Jungle,--Freeze freeze sleaze
It's a jungle, it's a jungle--help, help!
Please help me,--life is a jungle!
It's a jungle,--it's a jungle--help, help!
Life is a jungle!
(I'm out of my tree!)
Tremulous and quivering such victims as there are
Contend with emotions under skin
Without wearing water wings
The strike against the stream
hopelessly believing they might swim
Here they all come rushing down again
Here they all come rushing down again
Time has hardly swallowed up the evidence
How is it they say they did not know
That history grows up like a weed
Doctrine pinned upon it
Bars across the window destroy human being
Static mind solidifies
Can no longer flow
Up against it's borders and unable to pay much
Attention to human being...
When in doubt you turn to find a scapegoat on the wall
Gaze into the mirror begging pardon
If everytime we tell a lie a little fairy dies
They must be building death-camps in the garden
Pacing back and forwards
Conscience in a box
Barred in from the sunlight getting pale
And losing every sense of human being....
The forces of oppression
Forge links around the earth
Ordering our faces to the floor
The wilful non-involvement
By hirelings of the crimes
Is futile and inhuman as before
The sum of our best efforts
Shouldn't lead us back to here
On the road to murder where we can no longer
Admit to any
Human needing human feeling
Human living human loving
Human fragile human being...
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THIS CITY (Geoff Mann)
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 our 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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FACT AND FICTION (Geoff Mann)
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!!
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!!
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!!
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CREEPSHOW (Geoff Mann)
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 creep show
The creep show
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...
Amanda
Amandahahahahaha
Anymore for any more?
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 to be 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?"
It's up to you
Use your free will
You dec
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 creep show
The creep show
The creep show
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 live
Another voice is silenced in the quite 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
KEYBOARDS : CLIVE MITTEN, ANDY REVELL,
RICK BATTERSBY, ANDY SEARS
DRUMS
... machine
VOCALS : ANDY SEARS
WRITTEN BY : ANDY, BRIAN, CLIVE, RICK AND ANDY
=======
"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 i
s 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 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.....
=======
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 anybo
dy with enough power to control
what is projected
See?
It's all quite simple.......
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 str
uggle's gone too deep
and there's no confort 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 paper
s full of lies
she hears that every time she breathes
some foreign kiddy dies
she's convinved 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 w
ho 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"
The choruses
are happy as they know no different way except
at they've been told today
Accepting their limited 'truth' and blankly humming
WE ARE SANE
iii)
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 de
fiance
(Andy Sears)
Time to light the fuse
Hey you!--With that innocent face
Stand proud of the crowd
Sugar sweet surprise--
Time to shatter your illusions
And open your eyes,--
A thousand angry hearts
Fire burning
Young hearts will bury the flag
Faces glowing in the light
Of words that have no strength to bite
Sad country sleep soundly, unaware
Careful not to tilt the game
Both sides must remain the same
Dreams of solutions
To/too many years of frustrations
Time after time after...
Fat preachers
Bury their bones in secretive holes
Invisible to naked eyes
Enclosed in metal uniforms
Ulterior motives
All the lies and excuses
Time after time after
Time after time after...
Light the fuse--
Light the fuse--
Light the fuse--
Monkey, monkey
Light the fuse--
Light the fuse--
Light the fuse--
Go, hey, go,--
Malignant deceivers
Puncture our veins
If we fall now the chances are
We'll never raise our voice again
Sing to the future
Certain from here everafter
Again--
Time after time after time
Just take a minute to breathe!
Light the fuse--
Light the fuse--
Light the fuse--
Monkey, monkey
Light the fuse--
Light the fuse--
Light the fuse--
Go, hey, go,--
Hey monkey!
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!
BASS : CLIVE MITTEN
DRUMS : BRIAN DEVOIL
GUITAR : ANDY REVELL
KEYBOARDS : RICK BATTERSBY
VOCALS : ANDY SEARS
WRITTEN BY : ANDY, BRIAN, CLIVE, RICK AND ANDY
ORIGINALLY RELEASED ON : THE B-SIDE OF 'TAKE A LOOK PART 4' CB.425 Aug
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
[Chorus]
They're only trying to tell your lies
Trying to make you compromise
To leave reality completely up to them
[Chorus]
BASS
: CLIVE MITTEN
DRUMS
: BRIAN DEVOIL
GUITAR : ANDY REVELL
KEYBOARDS : RICK BATTERSBY
VOCALS : ANDY SEARS
WRITTEN BY : ANDY, BRIAN, CLIVE, RICK AND GEOFF
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!
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
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
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 creep show
The creep show
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...
Amanda
Amandahahahahaha
Anymore for any more?
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 to be 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?"
It's up to you
Use your free will
You dec
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 creep show
The creep show
