A ragged man came shuffling through A puppet king on the 4th of June And butterflies from all around Settled on his paper crown A pretty sight it seemed to be An avenue of eternal peace But he said, "What is here can soon burn down..." "I'm the king of sunset town"
Watch a big wheel turning round Some go up and some go down Some go thirsty some just drown "That's the law round here" Said the king of sunset town
And in the night he comes to me And the square becomes a battlefield Of staring eyes that can't explain The insanity and the greater game
Watch a big wheel turning round Some go up and some go down Some go thirsty some just drown "That's the law round here" Said the king of sunset town
A ragged man came shuffling through The corridors of this white place And as he lay his body down I saw the scars that lined his face And injured souls came to his bed To hear the stories he would tell Of butterflies and summertimes And everyone assembled here Remembers how it used to be Before the 27th came This place will never be the same
He said "I'm the king of sunset town" Watch a big wheel turning round Some go up and some go down Some go thirsty some just drown "That's the law round here" Said the king of sunset town
A ghost of a mist was on the field The grey and the Green together The noise of a distant farm machine Out of the first light came
A tatered necklace of hedge and trees On the southern side of the hill Betrays where the border runs between Where Mary Dunoon's boy fell
Easter here again A time for the Blind to see Easter Surely now can all of your hearts be free
Out of the port of Liverpool Bound for the North of Ireland The wash of the spray and horsetail waves The roll of the sea below And Easter here again
A time for the Blind to see Easter Surely now can all of your hearts be free
What will you do? Make a stone of your Heart? Will you set things right When you tear them apart? Will you sleep at night With the Plough and the Stars alight?
What will you do? With the wire & the gun? That'll set things right When it's said and done? Will you sleep at night? Is there so much love to hide?
You may not recall the moment that you asked me But your invitation was clear You'll pretend you've never met me but it's far too late Now I'm here
Cause I'm the one who knows what scares you I'm the one who loves you best I'm the Thirteenth at the Table I'm the Uninvited Guest
I'm the Banquo at your banquet I'm the cuckoo in your nest I'm you fifteen stone first-footer I'm the Uninvited Guest
I was there when you said insincere I love you's to a woman who wasn't your wife And I fronted you the money that you ran away and blew On the biggest regret of your life.
Cause I'm the one who knows what scares you I'm the one who loves you best I'm the Thirteenth at the Table I'm the Uninvited Guest
I'm the Banquo at your banquet I'm the cuckoo in your nest I'm your New Year's resolution I'm the Uninvited Guest
I'm the Face you hoped you'd never see But always knew you would I'm the on thing you knew you shouldn't do But did because you could
I'm the evil in your bloodstream I'm the rash upon your skin And you made a big mistake alright The day you let me in
And you could fly to the other side of the world You know you'd only find I've reserved the seat behind you We could talk about old times
Getting close to season's end I heard somebody say That it might never snow again In England
Snowflakes in a newborn fist Sledging on a hill Are thes things we'll never see InEngland?
We'll tell our children's children why We grew so tall and reached so high We left our footprints in the Earth And punched a hole right through the sky
We'll tell them how we changed the world And how we tamed the sea And season's they will never know In England
So watch the old world melt away A loss regrets could never mend You never miss it till it's gone So say goodbye say goodbye To season's end
I was out in the cold of a North London street A cog in the hurrying world Above the walls and the gate police I caught a glimpse of a Holloway girl She was reachin' out of a window From a space just a few inches wide 'Till the hand of justice pulled her back inside
One day, freedom will unlock your door So hold on, believe on Be who you were before One day, freedom will unlock your door
I know how hard it can be to wait For proof you were right all along Self-destruction is easy for you We know what you're capable of
But like a needle in a haystack The truth gets so disguised In a kingdom built on madness and on lies
One day, freedom will unlock your door So hold on, believe on Be who you were before In deepest darkness, the faintest light looks bright So hold on, hold on It's gonna be all right
You're lookin' up at a mountain Between you and the outside But there isn't a mountain in this whole world Hasn't been climbed
One day, freedom will unlock your door So hold on, believe on Be who you were before In deepest darkness, the faintest light looks bright So hold on, hold on It's gonna be all right
One day, freedom One day, freedom will unlock your door
The mascara'd blonde from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze Black leather crackles and cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory maze
And the shadows of men she has known fill her day She's held half the world in her arms so they say But she wakes up without them with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes lives her life behind bars
The mascara'd blonde from the berliner bar Sighs at the skylight gets lost in the haze Black leather crackles an cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory maze
Someone got stranded in No-Man's land Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of clapping hands Nobody knows who's side he was on It's a risk that you take in No-Man's land Nobody knows what made him decide To run for freedom and to certain suicide When they turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a photograph of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from your ditches in you silent fields Where intensified light from a rifle sight Makes the darkness day And the day too bright
And we wake up without you We wake up without you With a hole in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head bottle boy Freaks In martens & khaki drunk on sake You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified sunken eyed withered and drawn The Butcher, the Baker, the Munitions Maker, The Over-Achiever, the Armistice Breaker, The Free-Base Instructor, the Lightning-Conductor The Psycho, the Sailor, the Tanker, the Tailor The Black-Market Mailer The Quick and the Dead The Spotlight Dancer The Quick and the Dead
There's a line on her jeans That a ballpoint made >From a careless mistake That she can't wash away There's a heart on her sleeve >From a spill of red wine There's a piece of green in blue of her eyes She named it after me
There's a stray dog she feeds That she found in the street And he loves her to hold him But he won't let her keep him And he claws at the door To be let out at night And she makes do without him and she worries about him She named him after me
So if you ever decide That you have to escape And you travel the world And you can't find a place You could wind up believing That paradise Is nothing more than a feeling That goes on in your mind So if you ever find out what it is There's something you could do Cause if I ever hold that golden dream I want to tell you I'm gonna name it after you
'I feel so strange what's wrong with me' You've got a problem that you can't see But I've got a feeling that the rumours are true I see the girl's go a hook in you
You carry on believing That you can take or leave it Now who are you deceiving Cause when it's own up time She's in the back of you mind
She's got her hooks in you
You said you'd never let it happen again You spend your money and you're deeper in Your fairweather friends call two by two To let you know what's wrong with you
But now your heartbeat's thumpin' You watch you nerve ends jumpin' Well I can tell yo somethin' When it's own up time You're gonna toe the line
She's got her hooks in you She's got her hooks in me too.
On top of the world like a flag on a mountain Feeling so high you can feel so alone Unable to breathe at the height that you flew Staring on clouds with no view of below
On top of a girl like a dream in a hotel Falling towards something out of control Unable to miss like the man in the tram Crashing his car in Amsterdam
He did it without knowing Didn't feel a thing Just wrecked it and kept going
The space around the stars Is something that you know A billion miles of darkness Left you feeling low
Everything about you So perfectly restrained But everything inside you Bites you
Everybody in the whole of the world Feels the same inside Everybody in the whole of the whole of the whole of the world Everyone is only everyone else Everybody's got to know Everybody lives and loves and laughs and cries And eats and sleeps and grows and dies Everybody in the whole of the world is the same this time
So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play, the game is over The game is over
So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heart I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over, over Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play The game is over
I act the role in classic style of a martyr carved with twisted smile To bleed the lyric for this song to write the rites to right my wrongs An epitaph to a broken dream to exorcise this silent scream A scream that's borne from sorrow
I never did write that love song, the words just never seemed to flow Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection And examine the shadows on the other side of the morning And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning Promised wedding now a wake
The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why? As you grow up and leave the playground Where you kissed your prince and found your frog Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears
So I'll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal
Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a china bowl You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have listened to the priest at the confession When he offered you the sacred bread
He knows you know, he knows you know He knows you know, but he's got problems
Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind You've got venom in you stomach, you've got poison in your head When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened You were walking with the dead
He knows you know, he knows you know, he knows you know He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know But he's got problems, problems, problems
He knows... slash wrist, scarlet fever, crawled under your bathroom door Pumping arteries ooze their problems through the gap that the razor tore You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have listened to your analyst's questions When you lay on his leather bed
He knows you know, he knows you know He knows you know, but he's got problems
Blank eyes, purple fever, streaming through the frosted pane You learned your lesson far too late from the links in a chemist chain You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have stayed at home and talked with father Listen to the lies he fed
He knows you know, he knows you know, He knows you know, but he's got problems He knows you know, he knows you know, he knows you know He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know You know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know
The rain auditions at my window, its symphony echoes in my womb My gaze scans the walls of this apartment To rectify the confines of my tomb I'm the cyclops in the tenement, I'm the soul without the cause Crying 'midst my rubber plants, ignoring beckoning doors Clippings from ancient newspapers lie scattered cross the floor Stained by the wine from a shattered glass Meaningless words, yellowed by time, faded photos exposing pain Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind You've finished playing hangman, you've cast the fateful dice Advice, advice, advice me This shroud will not suffice
And thus begins the web
Attempting to discard these clinging memories I only serve to wallow in our past I fabricate the weave with my excuses Its strands I hope and pray shall last Oh please do last
The flytrap needs the insects, ivy caresses the wall Needles make love to the junkies, the sirens seduce with their call Confidence has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me Confused and rejected, despised and alone I kiss isolation on its fevered brow Security clutching me, obscurity threatening me Your reasons were so obvious As my friend have qualified, I only laughed away your tears But even jesters cry
I realise I hold the key to freedom I cannot let my life be ruled by threads The time has come to make decisions The changes have to be made I realise I hold the key to freedom I cannot let my life be ruled by threads The time has come to make decisions The changes have to be made
Now I leave you, the past does have it's say You're all but forgotten a mote in my heart Decisions have been made, decisions have been made I've conquered my fears, the flaming shroud
Garden party held today Invites call the debs to play Social climbers polish ladders Wayward sons again have fathers Hello, Dad, hello, dad Edgy eggs and queuing cumbers Rudely wakened from their slumbers Time has come again for slaughter O on the lawns by still Cam waters A slaughter, it's a slaughter
Champagne corks are firing at the sun again Swooping swallows chased by violins again Straafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves again Oh God not again
Aperitifs consumed en masse Display their owners on the grass Couples loiter in the cloisters social leeches quoting Chaucer
Doctor's son a parson's daughter W where why not and should they oughta Please don't lie upon the grass Unless accompanied by a fellow May I be so bold as to perhaps suggest Othello
Punting on the Cam is jolly fun they say Beagling on the downs, oh please do come they say Rugger is the tops, a game for men they say
I'm punting, I'm beagling, I'm wining, reclining, I'm rucking, I'm fucking So welcome, it's a party
Angie chalks another blue Mother smiles she did it too Chitters chat and gossips lash Posers pose, pressmen flash
Smiles polluted with false charm, locking on to Royal arms Society columns now ensured, returns to mingle with the crowds Oh what a crowd
Punting on the Cam, oh please do come they say Beagling on the downs, oh please so come they say Garden party held today they say Oh please do come, oh please do come, they say
Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town Awaiting the prince in his white Capri Dynamic young Tarzan courts the bedsit queen She's playing the actress in this bedroom scene She's learning her lines from glossy magazines Stringing all her pearls from her childhood dreams Auditioning for the leading role on the silver screen
Patience my tinsel angel Patience my perfumed child One day they really love you You'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday
Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth of London Playing games with faces in the neon wonderland Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause
She'll pray for endless Sundays as she enters saffron sunsets Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn Fulfilled and yet forgotten the St. Tropez mirage Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose
Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday
[Hello John, did you see The Standard about four hours ago? Fished a young chick out of The Old Father Blond hair, blue eyes. She said she wanted to be an actress or something Nobody knows where she came from, where she was going Funny thing was she had a smile on her face She was smiling, what a waste]
Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress Buried in her cellophane world in glitter town Of Chelsea Monday
Armalite, street lights, nightsights Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter Death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you For a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores Boys baptised in wars Morphine, chill scream, bad dream Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep The wounds that burn so deep
Your mother sits on the edge of the world W when the cameras start to roll Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold Your father drains another beer, he's one of the few that cares Crawling behind a Saracen's hull from the safety of his living room chwair Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons
And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour I must fear evil, for I am but mortal and mortals can only die Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers That stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall
Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation I in the guarded bureaucratic wombs
Minister, minister care for your children, order them not into damnation To eliminate those who would trespass against you For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory forever and ever, Amen Halt who goes there, Death, approach friend
You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle When your children's stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist's smile The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell Forgotten Sons
From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier, count the cost For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous
Forgotten sons, forgotten sons Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child Just another Forgotten Son
I found smog at the end of my rainbow I found my thoughts shift slowly into phase Declared the constitution of the walkway I realise it's time to plan the day I'm a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop Cause I'm a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse Are you following me, are you following me? Well suffer my pretty warriors and follow me I got a golden handshake that nearly broke my arm I left the ranks of shuffling graveyard people I got rust upon my hands from the padlocked factory gates Silent chimneys provide the silent steeples Cause I'm a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop Cause I'm a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse Are you following me, are you following me? Well suffer my pretty children and follow me, follow me I am your Antichrist show me allegiance, Are you following me? I am your Antichrist pledge to me defiance, Are you following me? Suffer my pretty warriors, Suffer my fallen child, Are you following me? The time has come to conquer and I'll provide your end We march I give peace signs when I wage war in the disco I'm the warrior in the ultra violet haze Armed with antisocial insecurity I plan the path of destiny from this maze Cause I'm a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop Cause I'm a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse Are you following me, are you following me? Well suffer my fallen angels and follow me I'm the Market Square hero, I'm the Market Square hero We are Market Square Heroes, to be Market Square Heroes
Three boats down from the Candy Vacant deckchairs on a floodlit beach Three boats down from the Candy Rollers coast, invade the deepest sleep Three boats down from the Candy Carnal dancers let their senses preach
It's a social disease, it's the new moral cancer Don't think while in need, they'll give you the answer
You ask for my love on the strength of a kiss But can't you just play for experience I'm a poet, I'm a minstrel, I don't need your chains Romance lies in ruin, let debauchery reign, let it rain
Wipe the tears from your eyes, wipe the sweat from your thighs Don't crawl to me with sentiment, my laughter drowns your cries You're a memory trapped in polaroid, a puppet drowned in celluloid So drink the wine, confess your sin, just flotsam in a silent void
Three boats down from the Candy I remember you Three boats down from the Candy Much too much to lose Three boats down from the Candy Oh, those words were never true Three boats down from the Candy I remember you
[FISH 1983 Produced by Nick Tauber; (12 MARIL 1 B) Drums: John Martyr
Midnight suns bid moors farewell, retreats from charging dusk Mountain echo, curfews bell, signal ending tasks They place their faith in oaken doors, cower in candlelight The panic seeps through bloodstained floors as Grendel stalks the night
Earth rim walker seeks his meals Prepare the funeral pyres The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear Within their eyes, their eyes
Wooden figures, pagan gods, stare blindly cross the sea Appeal for help from ocean fogs, for saviour born of dreams They know their lives are forfeit now, priestly head they bow in shame They cannot face the trembling crowd that flinch in Grendel's name
Earth rim walker seeks his meals Prepare the funeral pyres The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear Within their eyes, their eyes
As Grendel leaves his mossy home beneath the stagnant mere Along the forest path he roams to Hrothgar's hall so clear He knows that victory is secured, his charm will testify His claws will drip with mortal blood as moonbeams haunt the sky
Earth rim walker seeks his meals Prepare the funeral pyres The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear Within their eyes, their eyes
II. Grendel's Journey
Silken membranes span his path, fingerprints in dew Denizens of twilight lands humbly beg him through Mother nature's bastard child shunned by leaf and stream An alien in an alien land seeks solace within dreams The shaper's lies his poisoned tongue malign with mocking harp Beguiling queen her innocence offends his icy heart
III. Lurker at the Threshold
Hounds freeze in silence bewitched by the reptile spell Sulphurous essence pervades round the grassy dell Heorot awaits him like lamb to the butcher's knife Stellular heavens ignore even children's cries
Screams are his music, lightning his guide Raping the darkness, death by his side
Chants rise in terror, free round the oaken beams Flickering firelight portraying the grisly scene Warriors advance, prepare for the nightmare foe Futile their sacrifice as even their hearts must know
Heroes delusion, with feet in the grave Lurker at the threshold, he cares not for the brave, he cares not for the brave
So you thought that your bolts and your locks would keep me out You should have known better after all this time You're gonna pay in blood for all your vicious slander With your ugly pale skins and your putrid blue eyes Why should I feel pity when you kill your own and feel no shame God's on my side, sure as hell, I'm gonna take no blame I'm gonna take no blame, I'm gonna take no blame
So you say you believe in all of Mother Nature's laws You lust for gold with your sharpened knives Oh when your hoards are gathered and your enemies left to rot You pray with your bloodstained hands at the feet of your pagan gods
Then you try to place the killer's blade in my hand You call for justice and distort the truth Well I've had enough of all your pretty pretty speeches Receive your punishment, Expose your throats to my righteous claws And let the blood flow, and let the blood flow, flow, flow, flow.
Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town Awaiting the prince in his white Capri Dynamic young Tarzan courts the bedsit queen She's playing the actress in this bedroom scene She's learning her lines from glossy magazines Stringing all her pearls from her childhood dreams Auditioning for the leading role on the silver screen
Patience my tinsel angel Patience my perfumed child One day they really love you You'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday
Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth of London Playing games with faces in the neon wonderland Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause
She'll pray for endless Sundays as she enters saffron sunsets Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn Fulfilled and yet forgotten the St. Tropez mirage Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose
Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday
[Hello John, did you see The Standard about four hours ago? Fished a young chick out of The Old Father Blond hair, blue eyes. She said she wanted to be an actress or something Nobody knows where she came from, where she was going Funny thing was she had a smile on her face She was smiling, what a waste]
Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress Buried in her cellophane world in glitter town Of Chelsea Monday
Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a china bowl You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have listened to the priest at the confession When he offered you the sacred bread
He knows you know, he knows you know He knows you know, but he's got problems
Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind You've got venom in you stomach, you've got poison in your head When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened You were walking with the dead
He knows you know, he knows you know, he knows you know He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know But he's got problems, problems, problems
He knows... slash wrist, scarlet fever, crawled under your bathroom door Pumping arteries ooze their problems through the gap that the razor tore You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have listened to your analyst's questions When you lay on his leather bed
He knows you know, he knows you know He knows you know, but he's got problems
Blank eyes, purple fever, streaming through the frosted pane You learned your lesson far too late from the links in a chemist chain You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have stayed at home and talked with father Listen to the lies he fed
He knows you know, he knows you know, He knows you know, but he's got problems He knows you know, he knows you know, he knows you know He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know You know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know
