Stay and help me to end the day
And if you don't mind, we'll break a bottle of wine
Stick around and maybe we'll get one down
'cause I want to find what lies behind those eyes
Midnight blue, burning gold
A yellow moon is growing cold
I rise, looking through my morning eyes
Surpised to find you by my side
Light my brain, don't try to remember your name
To find the words to tell you goodbye
They disembarked in 45
And no one spoke and no one smiled
There were too many spaces in the line
Gathered at the cenotaph
All agreed with hand on heart
To sheath the sacrificial knifes
But now
She stands upon southampton dock
With her handkerchief
And her summer frock clings
To her wet body in the rain
In quiet desperation knuckles
White upon the slippery reins
She bravely waves the boys goodbye again
The sweet smell of great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough.It's not enough
His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
His knees have trembled & given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered
One world, one soul,
Time pass, the river rolls.
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away;
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
You better watch out,
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
Things are not what they seem.
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem.
No, this is not a bad dream.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.
Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.
Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told.
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.
Little by little the night turns around
Counting the leaves which tremble in the dawn
Notices leaning on each other and yearning
Under the leaves the swallow is resting
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
On to the mountain watching the Watcher
Breaking the darkness, breaking the grapevine
The moment your flaw is run to your shadow
Notice the shadow that reopens the vine
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
Heart of the sun
Breaking the shape of his questions for ever
When the sun will fall in the evening
Will he remember the lesson I gave him
Fairly girls were very much in love
But he doesn't mind
Pickin' up his sister
Makes his way to the see-saw land
All the way she smiled
She goes up while he goes down
Sits on a snake in the river
Laughter in his sleeves
Sister's throwing stones
Hoping for a hit
He doesn't know, so there
She goes up while he goes down
Another time, another day
Her brother's plain to me
Another time, another day day day
