You say the hill's too steep to climb, try it
You say you'd like to see me try climb it
You pick the place and I'll choose the time
And I'll climb the hill in my own way
Just wait a while for the right day
And as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds
I look down, hearing the sounds of the things you've said today
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
Mercyless the magistrate turns round, frowning
And who's the fool who wears the crown
Go down in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his crown
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer-evening birds are calling
Summer sun do you travel yet
The sound of music in my ears
Distant bells, new grown grass smells so sweet
By the river holding hands
You're old enough and lay me down
And if you see, don't make a sound
Pick your feet up off the ground
And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound from a time so strange
Sing to me, sing to me
All that you touch
and all that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
and all that you love
and all that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
and all that you give
and all that you deal
and all that you buy,
beg, borrow or steal.
and all you create
and all you destroy
and all that you do
and all that you say.
and all that you eat
And everyone you meet
and all that you slight
And everyone you fight.
and all that is now
and all that is gone
and all that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
"There is no dark side of the moon, really. Matter of fact it's all dark."
Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time comes billowing across the sand
And everything is green, the sun beneath
And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the where's or the why's
But something stares and something tries
And starts to climb towards the land
Strangers passing in the street by chance to separate closes meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can
And no one calls us to the dawn
And no one forces down our eyes
And no one speaks and no one tries
No one flies around the sun
Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
Inviting and insighting me to rise
ooh Babe
Don't leave me now
Don't say it's the end of the road
Remember the flowers I sent
I need you Babe
To put through the shredder
In front of my friends
Ooh Babe
Don't leave me now
How could you go ?
When you know how I need you
To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder and harder as you get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.
And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, alone,
Dragged down by the Stone.
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my own way out of this maze ?
Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner.
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
The path you tread is narrow and the trumpets sheer and very high
The ravens all are watching from a vantage point nearby
Apprehension creeping like a tube train up your spine
Will the tight rope reach the end, will the final couplet rhyme
And it's high time, Cymbaline
Please wake me
A butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side
The ravens all are closing in, there's nowhere you can hide
Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone
Selling coloured photographs to magazines back home
And it's high time, Cymbaline
Please wake me
The lions converging where you stand,
They must have moved the picture plain
The leaves are heavy 'round your feet,
