1. The Winning Game

He's travelling the road that others have shown him
He's following the lies that others have told him
His Future's on the brink...
And nothing's ever going to sink his ship

Grabs a working lunch, keeping one eye on the NASDAQ
Driving through the Blackwall on his way to some knock-back
There's no room in his soul
For the people he controls... but never knows

An in his life there's an empty space
He fills with doubt and shame
Then seals it up and destroys the key
And ploughs himself right back into the winning game

She's struggling with the problems that our hero has shown her,
(A few thousands miles away, in a luxury Land Rover)
Her children in the cold
While her life is bought and sold... On tiny screens

And as her value drops, well another one is rising
More fashionable crops for the ever enterprising
The West plays betting games
On the fortunes of its slaves... but never knows

And in her heart there's an empty space.
We take more from, every day.
But we close our eyes and pay no more hees
And plough ourselves right back into the winning game

These Two halves of the problem,
Are joined like the sides of a coin
We see them, we feel them but do nothing
People live in the world that we drive through
It's hard to even know that they're there
We feel them, we see them but do nothing

Still treading the road our education's shown us
Still following the lies that the media has told us
We're chalking up success
While our planet's in a mess... But never know

The campaigners on TV are all just raving "lefties"
With pullovers so dodgy and haircuts from the seventies
So why should we take note
When we can simply cast our vote for "status quo"?

And in our hearts there's an empty space,
We feel its nagging pain
But we take the drugs and damp it down
And plough ourselves right back into the winning game

Life, it seems not much more,
Than a race for an un-named prize
That we accept in some tear-stained ceremony
From people that we despise

And in our hearts we want nothing more,
Than greed and lust and pain
We buy and sell
And we crawl away
To count our ill-got gains

2. Skipping The Distance

Waiting in the afterglow.
An aurora fading quickly in the sky
Bearing magnetic north
As the distance unfold and time ticks by
Nut my heading remains constant,
As the Tropics and the latitudes spin round.

Not held down by gravity,
Surfing radio waves like breakers on the tide,
I'm in touch with my A.M. pulse,
Long after all the rest of me expires,
And I become new modulation
As the skip distance grows wilder on every bound

Yes it's some life I'm living!
A hundred miles up there!

Through aerials, on the tired ground
It's a modest life here tied down to the Earth
But i'm thinking head up in the clouds,
Forgetting where I came from in rebirth
And I'm scot-free, in the atmosphere,
There's no-one who can ever hold me down

And it's some life we're living!
A hundred miles up there!
The pull's already caught us,
We're at home in the upper air

3. Photosynthesis

The Light falls so softly on the village's roofs
Spreads indistinctly over valleys and plains
The last grasps of daylight hand onto the trees
The branches retracting...becoming one with the night

In their secret places the late birds bed down
In steeples and pylons their life carries on
And in TV-lit windows we all find our home
On the great star-lit landscape we see from the air

We need no more fear of the dark than the morning
For light needs a place it can play

Shadows eclipsing the light that remains
As ten million hot suns beat down on they prey
While one half is blinded the other watches in awe
The universe turning on its infinite way

Watch as the night sky revolves into daybreak
Wait for the first rays of light

Think of new lives, think of new days
Here as the sunlight goes under
Hope our new hopes, dream our new dreams
Think of new worlds without number

And all we can do is imagine the morning
On worlds that we reach in our dreams

The sun is still shining where the eagle set down
And on the people 'neath the westerly sky
But keep our eyes skyward with hope in our hearts
For space is not black, and dark's a new day

4. The World We Drive Through

There's a low and distant moonlit plain
Where You And I will walk again,
Looking up, as the light shines through the water to our hearts.
Standing Stones and distant shores
Beckon us to seek out more than what is real,
Discover how to feel, this endless day.

As the city simmers softly,
We're not even there,
We got lost – somewhere

As twilight shifts to semi-dark,
There's traffic caught round East End Park
The journey home with life's catalogue of groans
Is going on – all night
But the fish still swim around those stones
In their eternal home in the minds of those,
Who never could suppose that they weren't real

Let me push you in the picture!
We can swim with the pyramids and stars,
They're right there in the world that we drive through
And if I find a way, to get there some day
I'll let you know

And I think it's strange, it seems so real,
Strange, the way I feel I know this!
Strange, the more we grow, the more our minds will close
So we miss so much of what we were always searching.

These two halves of the problem
Are joined like the sides of a coin
We feel them, we see them, but do nothing

On the Flyover it's hard to blend,
Waterfalls that never end into this world,
It's as though we'd never heard those songs at all
And each morning at a given time,
So many sign that dotted line that leads them where
They seems to waste their days and thoughts

I want to leap into the oceans
Swim with the pyramids and stars
They're right there in the world that we drive through
and if i find a way, to get there some day
I'll let you know

It's there in the world that we drive through
It's there when we look at the screen
It's not in our imagination
Not part of some wild crazy dream
It's all there!!!

5. A Gap In The Night

Ante-Room

And in the REM movement, reality restores,
A harsh-edged ambiance moves in,
Kicks me out the bedroom door
Adventuring in the real world,
Of substance, time and change
Turn off the gap!
Forget the gap!

Time For You

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Troubled Awakenings

Where is this place that I see here?
What is is this place? From whence this fear?
This is not my world
Whose is this room that I sit in?
Whose is the light that shines so dim?
This is not my world

What am I doing here at all?
If I look down will I fall?
These thoughts cross my mind as...
I burn the midnight lamp
As I sit in my tiny room

The Inanimate Object Conspiracy

Something's wrong with the inanimate!
The furniture is crowding in...
The ceiling swins on a pendulum,
Opens up onto a world that lies within
Buildings that rise up and claw at the sky,
Shatter the blue and cry out in the night
Sucking me upwards into the fright and hell of this dream

The labyrinth is oh, so personal,
I'm caught up in my own esteem,
Questioning the real environment,
As though I were the only object in its beam
Falling through space in a gap in the night
My body is torn through a sleep in the heights
Of oblivion and intrigue,
And a consuming passion to know who I am

The Street Light Watershed

Here in the half light the orange streetbulbs cast,
Through the curtains of my room,
I wait for the morning,
As if somehow that will change all my negative thoughts

But this is not me, this is not who I am
It's just an echo of my former self,
Escaping through the log-jam

Caught by the upsurge,
I feel self-pity crawl my body like a fever,
I'm stuck here at square one,
The all-time-loser who never fills the coupon in

This is not me
This is not how I am
It's just an echo of my former self
Escaping through the log-jam

When I feel the power,
I know that it's time to start
The pen runs before me
Leads me deep to the heart

This Is Not The End Of The World

(But You Can See It From Here)
If I wait for an eternity will I ever find the truth?
If I search a hundred years or more
Will I ever solve the questions of my youth?

Won't someone believe me?
Won't somebody take away the pain from this frame?
It's no game, you can see the end of the world on a clear day

The Gap Yawns, The Orchestra Goes Doo-Lally

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The Ante-Room (Part II)

And in the REM movement, reality restores,
A harsh-edged ambiance moves in,
Kicks me out the bedroom door
Adventuring in the real world,
Of substance, time and change
Turn off the gap!
Forget the gap!

I am fugitive in the waking world
A nomad caught under ice,
With all the buzzing lines around me,
Where each second has its price,
And the seconds turn to hours
The hours turn to lives
And I live through a thousand each night
Before the daylight finally arrives
And I know that the daytime is just a gap in the night
I'm tired and not ready for the fight
Turn off the gap!

And nobody says who I'm living, or
Whose eyes I'm seeing through,
The actions so unforgiving and
I can't crawl back to you
I'm tired of fighting an unrelenting force
I'm tired and searching for a course to steer,
In my flimsy boat of reeds
Trying in vain to cross a surging, stormy sea,
Of self-conscious analysis

The Gap In The Night

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