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    Watcher Of The Skies


    Time Table


    Get 'Em Out By Friday


    Can-Utility And The Coastliners


    Horizons


    Supper's Ready


    Watcher Of The Skies (Banks/Collins/Gabriel/Hackett/Rutherford)

    
    Watcher of the skies watcher of all
    His is a world alone no world is his own,
    He whom life can no longer surprise,
    Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown.
    
    Creatures shaped this planet's soil,
    Now their reign has come to an end,
    Has life again destroyed life,
    Do they play elsewhere, do they know
    more than their childhood games?
    Maybe the lizard's shed its tail,
    This is the end of man's long union with Earth.
    
    Judge not this race by empty remains
    Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead?
    For now, the lizard's shed it's tail
    This is the end of man's long union with Earth.
    
    From life alone to life as one,
    Think not now your journey's done
    For though your ship be sturdy, no
    Mercy has the sea,
    Will you survive on the ocean of being?
    Come ancient children hear what I say
    This is my parting council for you on your way.
    
    Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars
    Where we have gone you know you never can go.
    Watcher of the skies watcher of all
    This is your fate alone, this fate is your own.
    
    

    Time Table (Banks/Collins/Gabriel/Hackett/Rutherford)
    
    A carved oak table,
    Tells a tale
    Of times when kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold,
    And the brave would lead their ladies from out of the room
      to arbours cool.
    
    A time of valour, and legends born
    A time when honour meant much more to a man than life
    And the days knew only strife to tell right from wrong
    Through lance and sword.
    
    Why, why can we never be sure till we die
    Or have killed for an answer,
    Why, why do we suffer each race to believe
    That no race has been grander
    It seems because through time and space
    Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore.
    
    A dusty table
    Musty smells
    Tarnished silver lies discarded upon the floor
    Only feeble light descends through a film of grey
    That scars the panes.
    Gone the carving,
    And those who left their mark,
    Gone the kings and queens now only the rats hold sway
    And the weak must die according to nature's law
    As old as they.
    
    Why, why can we never be sure till we die
    Or have killed for an answer,
    Why, why do we suffer each race to believe
    That no race has been grander
    It seems because through time and space
    Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore.
    
    

    Get 'Em Out By Friday (Banks/Collins/Gabriel/Hackett/Rutherford)

    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 are still 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.
    
    

    Can-Utility And The Coastliners (Banks/Collins/Gabriel/Hackett/Rutherford)
    
    The scattered pages of a book by the sea
    Held by the sand, washed by the waves
    A shadow forms cast by a cloud,
    Skimming by as eyes of the past, but the rising tide
    Absorbs them effortlessly claiming.
    
    They told of one who tired of all singing,
    "Praise him, praise him."
    "We heed not flatterers," he cried,
    "By our command, waters retreat,
    Show my power, halt at my feet,"
    But the cause was lost,
    Now cold winds blow.
    
    For from the north overcast ranks advance
    Fear of the storm accusing with rage and scorn.
    The waves surround the sinking throne
    Singing "Crown him, crown him,"
    "Those who love our majesty show themselves!"
    All bent their knees.
    
    But he forced a smile even though
    His hopes lay dashed where offerings fell (where they fell).
    "Nothing can my peace destroy as long as none smile."
    More opened ears and opened eyes,
    And soon they dared to laugh.
    See a little man with his face turning red
    Though his story's often told you can tell he's dead.
    
    
    Horizons (Hackett)

    (Instrumental)

    Supper's Ready (Banks/Collins/Gabriel/Hackett/Rutherford)

    Lovers' Leap

    
    Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off.
    Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes.
    As the sound of motor cars fades in the night time,
    I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right.
    ...And it's hello babe with your guardian eyes so blue
               Hey my baby don't you know our love is true.
    
    Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies.
    Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright,
    Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly.
    The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand.
    ...And it's hey babe your supper's waiting for you.
               Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true.
    
    I've been so far from here,
    Far from your warm arms.
    It's good to feel you again,
    It's been a long long time. Hasn't it?
    
    
    The Guaranteed Eternal Sanctuary Man
    
    I know a farmer who looks after the farm.
    With water clear, he cares for all his harvest.
    I know a fireman who looks after the fire.
    
    You, can't you see he's fooled you all.
    Yes, he's here again, can't you see he's fooled you all.
              Share his peace,
              Sign the lease.
    He's a supersonic scientist,
    He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man.
    Look, look into my mouth he cries,
    And all the children lost down many paths,
    I bet my life you'll walk inside
    Hand in hand,
    gland in gland
    With a spoonful of miracle,
    He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary.
           We will rock you, rock you little snake,
           We will keep you snug and warm.
    
    
    Ikhnaton And Itsacon And Their Band Of Merry Men
    
    Wearing feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest,
    We walked across the fields to see the children of the West,
    But we saw a host of dark skinned warriors
    standing still below the ground,
              Waiting for battle.
    
    The fight's begun, they've been released.
    Killing foe for peace...bang, bang, bang. Bang, bang, bang...
    And they're giving me a wonderful potion,
    'Cos I cannot contain my emotion.
    And even though I'm feeling good,
    Something tells me I'd better activate my prayer capsule.
    
    Today's a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate.
    The order for rejoicing and dancing has come from our warlord.
    
    
    How Dare I Be So Beautiful?
    
    Wandering through the chaos the battle has left,
    We climb up a mountain of human flesh,
    To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life.
    A young figure sits still by a pool,
    He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool.
                   (He is you)
    Social Security took care of this lad.
    We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower.
             A flower?
    
    
    Willow Farm
    
    If you go down to Willow Farm,
    to look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies
    Open your eyes, it's full of surprise, everyone lies,
    like the fox on the rocks,
    and the musical box.
    Oh, there's Mum & Dad, and good and bad,
    and everyone's happy to be here.
    
    There's Winston Churchill dressed in drag,
    he used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag.
    The frog was a prince, the prince was a brick, the brick was an egg,
    the egg was a bird.
    (Fly away you sweet little thing, they're hard on your tail)
              Hadn't you heard?
    (They're going to change you into a human being!)
    Yes, we're happy as fish and gorgeous as geese,
    and wonderfully clean in the morning.
    
    We've got everything, we're growing everything,
              We've got some in
              We've got some out
    We've got some wild things floating about
    Everyone, we're changing everyone,
              you name them all,
              We've had them here,
    And the real stars are still to appear.
    
    ALL CHANGE!
    
    Feel your body melt;
    Mum to mud to mad to dad
    Dad diddley office, Dad diddley office,
              You're all full of ball.
    
    Dad to dam to dum to mum
    Mum diddley washing, Mum diddley washing,
              You're all full of ball.
    
    Let me hear you lies, we're living this up to the eyes.
    Ooee-ooee-ooee-oowaa
    Momma I want you now.
    
    And as you listen to my voice
    To look for hidden doors, tidy floors, more applause.
    You've been here all the time,
    Like it or not, like what you got,
    You're under the soil (the soil, the soil),
    Yes, deep in the soil (the soil, the soil, the soil, the soil!).
    So we'll end with a whistle and end with a bang
    and all of us fit in our places.
    
    
    Apocalypse In 9/8 (Co-Starring the delicious talents of Gabble Ratchet)
    
    With the guards of Magog, swarming around,
    The Pied Piper takes his children underground.
    Dragons coming out of the sea,
    Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me.
    He brings down the fire from the skies,
    You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes.
    Better not compromise.
             It won't be easy.
    
    666 is no longer alone,
    He's getting out the marrow in your back bone,
    And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,
    Gonna blow right down inside your soul.
    Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon,
    In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.
    
    And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue,
    Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true,
    I've been so far from here,
    Far from your loving arms,
    Now I'm back again, and babe it's gonna work out fine.
    
    
    As Sure As Eggs Is Eggs (Aching Men's Feet)
    
    Can't you feel our souls ignite
    Shedding ever changing colours, in the darkness of the fading night,
    Like the river joins the ocean, as the germ in a seed grows
    We have finally been freed to get back home.
    
    There's an angel standing in the sun, and he's crying with a loud voice,
    "This is the supper of the mighty one",
    Lord of Lords,
    King of Kings,
    Has returned to lead his children home,
    To take them to the new Jerusalem.
    

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