I think that I can see a structure,
Shall we operate each other?
There's children walking all around me,
As I walk this valley,
Well I've been on a butcher's slab,
He took a little something from me,
One day you'll receive a letter,
O.H.M.S.S. Darkness.
I fail to make a clear distinction,
I'm living someone else's vision,
When you move you choose a colour,
And don't paint with another,
Well I've been in the butcher's yard,
Hunting 'round the back for berries,
Another ferry sails without us,
And all around it's snowing sadness.
Rusty can, I cut my bloody fingers on a
rusty can,
There's your man, old food in his whiskers from the rusty can,
Well I'm picking 'em up and he's a putting 'em down,
I'm picking 'em up, is it allright?
High lies, high lies.
Wings beat worms to the nest,
High come to feed the rest,
For that is the job at hand.
Empty pram, racing down the terrace like
an unmarked van
Throw your hand, this roulette is rushin' from an empty can
Well I'm picking it up but it's a shifting around,
I'm picking it up, is it allright?
High lies, high lies.
Wings beat worms to the nest,
High come to shift the rest,
For that is the job at hand.
I missed the walkie-talkie talk, asthmatic
in the dawn,
I missed the helicopter spots, lighting up my lawn,
I missed the walkie-talkie talk, asthmatic in the dawn,
I missed the helicopter spots, lighting up my lawn,
They've been lighting up my lawn...
Non-specific highway stretching out before
me
Try and see it my way, before we reach the end
Get a lane for yourself and never make a turning
And maybe we'll be lucky.
Move it on, get out, gonna howl 'It's allright!'
You give me water when I'm running dry.
Am I going away, robbery,
I gotta million pounds don't take me down today,
I wanted to stay here for some,
But they're gonna chase me down that chicken run.
Melancholic pastimes, shaking by the wayside,
Meteoric guidelines, punctuated sky.
Get a lane for yourself and never make a turning,
And maybe we'll be lucky.
Move it on, get out, gonna howl 'It's allright!'
You give me water when I'm running dry.
Am I going away, robbery,
I gotta million pounds don't take me down today,
And I wanted to stay here for some
But they're gonna chase me down that chicken run.
Where did you get her, and where is she
from?
Don't look too healthy since oxygen irrigation got it wrong,
I'll build an engine, all that she needs,
You can't phone home on these,
Aerials are permanent trees.
I used to run her on petrol but the leaves turned oily and died.
Who put the tubes in and what was the cost?
I pulled the roots up and I found what, to history, I had lost,
This is the ballad of mechanical salad,
You can't phone home on these,
Aeriels are permanent trees.
We're scattered wondering where to land,
Well I walk with lions and with lambs.
I used to run her on petrol 'till the leaves turned oily and died.
You can't phone home on these,
Aeriels are permanent trees.
I used to run her on petrol 'till the leaves
turned oily and died.
Leaves turned oily and,
Leaves turned oily and,
Sweet leaces turned oily and died.
Oh the leaves turned oily and,
Leaves turned oily and,
Sweet leaves turned oily and died.
Early in the morning sunrise, way down
on Gideon's Pier,
There stood a bunch of scientists with their computer gear,
You can't feel it yet, but I sense that it surrounds us,
I am under the water,
Where the energy is clear.
Further down, where the lights begin to
glow,
Past the point where the sonars ever go...
Splashed over national headlines, down
on the Southwest coast,
Man and water in communion, Gideon's aquarian host,
This case will now be turned over to national security,
Someone's under the surface,
Where the evidence is clear.
Further down where the lights begin to
glow,
Past the point where the sonars ever go...
Helicopter flashlight searching, spot-checking
the milky seas,
Nearby, the tireless veterans who'd seen it first at Gulf Breeze
Who'd seen it first at Gulf Breeze,
Well, first the water moves mobilising each and every particle,
Then it pulls us nearer, if anything happens it'll happen right
here.
Wooah Gideon's Pier, Gideon's Pier,
Gideon, turn it on Gideon.
How could we build an engine,
That nobody here could hope to run?
Let's sail the Titanic again,
For the captain and his men.
And the rain was heavy, filling up the sky,
Double-barrelled thunder,
As the ship arrives.
Ship to harbour;
We're going after the Sun.
No disaster, we're heading out to the one.
And as I sift the driftwood,
The memories of life remain,
We passed the last station,
Weightless all the same.
And the rain was heavy, filling up the sky,
Double-barrelled thunder,
As the ship arrives.
Ship to harbour;
We're going after the Sun.
No disasters, we're heading out to the one...
Somewhere in the country in the polarised
regions of town,
As the light was failing, so the cry came to gather around,
Did the earth turn upside down?
First tradition's crutches were dissolved
in the blink of an eye,
Fortune smiled upon me, I was ready for what I had spied,
Six feet down and three foot wide.
What'll we do about it?
Cover it up or shout it?
Forty-two years later, there were parts
left to be explained,
Actors seemed so healthy and the triumphs of nature remained,
It's not like there's another game.
What'll we do about it?
Cover it up or shout it?
Try another number says the ghost in the
medium's phone,
Same words stand beside you as they're carving your name out of
stone.
Talk it over with your bones.
What's a little sunshine (hey, between
a bunch of friends)?
What's a little sunshine?
What's a little sunshine (when you're waiting for the end)?
What's a little sunshine?
Never seen so many precious numbers,
Is it just the lottery or an interest in the numerology?
Let's compare our lives to the game of football,
One man takes a shot and scores, others want to find the referee.
I've noticed that Britain revolves around
judgements made on Saturdays,
Oh I'm gonna let the week slip away,
For one shot at a Saturday.
Afternoon the banks are closed for business,
Time to play celebrity faults, crooked jackpots and honourary
deals,
Underneath the pitch you can find accountants,
Mapping circles in the books, to keep that money moving through
the wheels.
Well I've been living on your rooftop,
Drinking from your gutter, messing with your water,
And I've been scratching 'round your dustbins,
Find out what you're eating, listening to you breathing.
Something has entered my mind in the last
fifteen seconds,
I gotta quit my job with the police.
Well I've been crawling 'round suburbia,
Tryin' to get the flavour of civilised behaviour,
And I've been busy with my camera,
Saving up your pictures and cutting 'em with a razor.
Something has entered my mind in the last
fifteen seconds,
It's better now I'm a journalist.
I have read, implants are in use,
The magnet and my forehead,
Where no-one meets the truth,
We're younger than the clothes we borrowed,
If you're getting bored with this,
I'll play some different chords,
At least I'll sing another tune.
I've been grown...
Some go out, others catch a light,
May your faith be with you,
And dance with you tonight,
Whatever level you may be on,
When you speak I can't ignore it,
Maybe it's an overture for Nineteen Ninety-five.
I've been grown (in the human greenhouse),
I've been grown (in scholastic greenhouse),
I've been grown (in genetic greenhouse),
I've been grown...
(Oh I, oh I, Don't mind, growing).
Welcome to your country woodland home,
With the birds and trees and thorns and stones,
And you're drinking from a pool,
The water's murky, but it goes down cool.
The fungus eaters will gladly greet us
here,
Down in the wet soil.
The root with seed and leaf matter in the pulp,
Decay and the rebirth.
Now you've got a woodland country home,
You can sit through all that you have grown.
Harvest all you have to sow,
And when it's over, it's time to go.
Well baby I think you're gonna go there,
See there,
Go there, see there,
Well baby I think you're gonna go there,
See there,
Go there, see there...