1. 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!!!

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. 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

4. Band Introductions

5. 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..

6. 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.

7. Lucky Man

оригинал: Emerson Lake And Palmer

He had white horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

White lace and feathers
They made up his bed
A gold covered mattress
On which he was laid

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

He went to fight wars
For his country and his king
Of his honor and his glory
The people would sing

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

A bullet had found him
His blood ran as he cried
No money could save him
So he laid down and he died

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was