1. In Darkest Dreams

Prelude – Time For You

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Night Terrors

Still a slave to the nighttime demons
Still captured by their spell
Looking down into the vortex
To the fires of a sleep-created Hell
Down in the seething mass
You see, though from afar...
... Your one last chance

All's not fair in sleep and war
When you're on the losing side
Placed in battle by your own nightmares
And no one hears your tortured cries
But through the battle lines...
You see, though from afar,
That one defining point of light
That shows who you are

This sleep is not what it seems!
But it's bearing down on me,
Tearing out of me,
Until the daylight comes around.

And this is not the end of the world
Although you sure can see it from here
Nights and terrors blend into blackness
Random thoughts replaced by fears
Called form somewhere
In the back of some lost mind
Comes the drive, the motivation,
In the daylight, dreams are blind

The Midnight Watershed

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In Dark Dreams

Believe it or not, I've been there too,
I've walked the same precipice as you,
And I've looked down...
Through the darkest dreams, cacophonous sounds,
Does it sometimes feel you'll never find the ground?
Still I can't reach you and I can't teach you
You're lost in a dream

Believe it or not, I've walked your way,
I've walked the tightrope that traverses night and day
And I've looked down...
Lost my balance on the spiraling ground
You're clinging on, in whirling blindness,
And I'm just nowhere to be found

If I could be your teacher,
Your guide to what is out there
In the dark dreams of your life
Just reach out for a brother,
Or claim your all-time lover
As you hang there on this knife edge

The Half-Light Watershed

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On Returning

Believe it or not, bright lights turn grey,
And the watersheds still join up the days,
As we spin round in the chaos of time,
And the chaos of space

A Sax In The Darkark

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Night Terrors

Still a slave to the nighttime demons
Still captured by their spell
Looking down into the vortex
To the fires of a sleep-created Hell
With all your energies
You see, though from afar...
That one, great, true point of light
That day is who you are

This sleep is not what it seems!
But it's bearing down on me,
Tearing out of me,
Until the daylight comes around.

2. The Canterbury Sequence

Cantermemorabilia

I seem to spend my whole life shouting,
Perhaps I should be cool,
Put on some Caravan or Hatfields,
Like I used to do at school

Feigned innocence and humour,
Through my Walkman on a bike ride in the sun
My bicycle and I,
We missed the party back in 1971

But here... I still find,
The song lingers on into the thousands

Whimsical indulgence,
Could never last the speed of modern life,
The traffic whizzes past me
As I pedal further from the daily strife

Chaos At The Greasy Spoon

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Captain Manning's Mandolin

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3. Up Hill From Here

It's all up-hill from here
I can see for miles, I can see the miles
On faces I used to know.

It feels like the world is collapsing
And I keep on falling down
And I can't find a way to stop this.

It's what you want to be,
It's easy can't you see.
The way ahead seems to be so easy,
But when you reach the hilltops
You'll be freezing

And as I stand up here,
I build myself a wall, I have no fear of falling
From my pinnacle.
You all look so small from here...

4. The Music That Died Alone

Hide in the heart in a secret place,
Spirit locked behind our public face
Lost in our forgotten years,
Imprisoned by our mental peers,

Playing on, through the Ethersphere
Playing on, nothing interferes
And in our own sweet time,
In our darkened homes,
We'll sneak a listen,
To the music that died alone

Played across such jambled staves
Stay through dictated waves
The bar lines slash like red-tape
Across the manuscript of life,
All its melodies are traped in templates,
And designer culture's knives

Playing on, through the Ethersphere
Playing on, even if no-one hears,
And in our own sweet time,
In our darkened homes,
We'll sneak a listen
To the music that died alone.

We hide such high ambition
Behind the vestige of smiles,
Deny such thoughts' existence
With cheap "one liners" for a while
Feeding to the critics,
All the things that might have been,
Who turn ambition to pretention,
To outmoded and obscene

Sell our dreams
to the mainstream's sway
Mould our lives,
to a typecast for today.

We pay people to destroy us
In the media every day
So we'll all know our place and keep it,
And never want to move away..