1. Watcher of the Skies
Watcher of the skies watcher of all
His is world alone no world is his own,
He whom life can no longer surprise,
Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown.

Creatures shaped this planet's soil,
Now their reign has come to an end,
Has life again destroyed life,
Do they play elsewhere, or do the know
more than their childhood games ?
Maybe the lizard's shed it's tail,
This is the end of man's union with Earth.

Judge not this race by empty remains
Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead.
For now the lizard's shed it's tail
This is the end of man's union with Earth.

From life alone to life as one,
Think not your journey done
For though your ship be sturdy, no
Mercy has the sea,
Will you survive on the ocean of being,
Come ancient children hear what I say
This is my parting council for you on your way.

Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars
Where we have gone you know you never can go.
Watcher of the skies watcher of all
This is your fate alone, this fate is your own.



2. Time Table
A carved oak table,
Tells a tale
Of times when Kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold,
And the brave would lead their ladies from out the room
to arbours cool.
A time of valour, and legends born
A time when honour meant much more to a man than life
And the days knew only strife to tell right from wrong
Through lance and sword.

Why, why can we never be sure till we die
Or have killed for an answer,
Why, why, do we suffer eachrace to believe
That no race has been grander
It seems because through time and space
Though names may change each face retains the mark it wore.

A dusty table
Musty smells
Tarnished silver lies discarded upon the floor
Only feeble light descends through a film of grey.
That scars the panes.
Gone the carving,
And those who left their mark,
Gone the Kings and queens now only the rats hold sway
And the week must die according to nature's law
As old as they.



3. Get'em Out by Friday
JOHN PEBBLE OF STYX ENTERPRISES
"Get'em out by Friday!
You don't get paid till the last one's well on his way.
Get'em out by Friday!
It's important that we keep to schedule, there must be no delay."

MARK HALL OF STYX ENTERPRISES
(OTHERWISE KNOWN AS 'THE WINKLER')
"I represent a firm of gentlemen who recently purchased this
house and all the others in the road,
In the interest of humanity we've found a better place for you to go-go-go."

MRS. BARROW (A TENANT)
"Oh, no, this I can't believe,
Oh, Mary, they're asking us to leave."

MR. PEBBLE
"Get'em out by Friday!
I've told you before, 's good many gone if we let them stay.
And if it isn't easy,
You can squeeze a little grease and our troubles will soon run away."

MRS BARROW
"After all this time they ask us to leave,
And I told them we could pay double the rent.
I don't know why it seemed so funny,
Seeing as how they'd take more money.
The winkler called again, he came here this morning,
With four hundred pounds, and a photograph of the place he has found.
A block of flats with central heating.
I think we're going to find it hard."

MR. PEBBLE
"Now we've got them!
I've always said that cash cash cash can do anything well.
Work can be rewarding
When a flash of intuition is a gift that helps you excel-sell-sell."

MR. HALL
"Here we are in Harlow New Town, did you recognize your block across the square, over there,
Sadly since last time we've found we've had to raise
the rent again,
just a bit."

MRS. BARROW
"Oh, no, this I can't believe,
Oh, Mary, and we agreed to leave."



4. Can-Utility and the Coastliners
The scattered pages of a book by the sea,
Held by the sand washed by the waves
A shadow forms cast by a cloud,
Skimming by as eyes of the past, but the rising tide
Absorbs them effortlessly claiming.

They told of one who tired of all singing,
Praise him, praise him.
We heed not flatters he cried,
By our command, waters retreat,
Show my power, halt at my feet,
But the cause was lost,
Now cold wings blow.

For from the north overcast ranks advance
Fear of the storm accusing with rage and scorn.
The waves surround the sinking throne
Singing crown him, crown him,
"Those who love our majesty show themselves!"
All bent their knees.

But he forced a smile even though
His hopes lay dashed where offering fell.
Nothing can my peace destroy as long as no one smiles.
More opened ears and opened eyes,
And soon they dared to laugh.
See a little man with his face turning red
Though his story's often told you can tell he's dead.



5. Horizon's
(Instrumental)



6. Supper's Ready

I. LOVERS' LEAP
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off.
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes.
As the sound of motor cars fades in the night time,
I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right.
... And it's hello babe with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my baby don't you know our love in true.

Coming closer with our eyes,
a distance falls around our bodies.
Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright,
Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly.
The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand.
... And it's hey babe your supper's waiting for you
Hey my baby don't you know our love is true.

I've been so far from here,
Far from your warm arms.
It's good to feel you again,
It's been a long time. Hasn't it ?


II. THE GUARANTEED ETERNAL SANCTUARY MAN
I know a farmer who looks after the farm.
With water clear, he cares for all his harvest.
I know a fireman who looks after the fire.

You, can't you see he's fooled you all.
Yes, he's here again, can't you see he's fooled you all.
Share his peace,
Sign the lease.
He's a supersonic scientist,
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man.
Look, look into my mouth he cries,
And all the children lost down many paths,
I bet my life, you'll walk inside
Hand in hand,
Gland in gland
With a spoonfull of miracle,
He's the guaranteed sanctuary man.
We will rock you, rock you little snake,
We will keep you snug and warm.


III. IKHNATON AND ITSACON AND THEIR BAND OF MERRY MEN
Wearing feeling on our faces while our faces took a rest,
We walked across the fields, to see the children of the West
But we saw a host of dark skinned warriors
standing still below the ground,
Waiting for battle.
The fight's begun, they've been released.
Killing foe for peace...bang, band, bang. Bang, bang bang...
And they're giving me a wonderful potion,
'Cos I cannot contain my emotion.
And even though, I'm feeling good,
Something tells me, I'd better activate my prayer capsule.
Today's a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate.
The order for rejoicing and dancing has come from warlord.


IV. HOW DARE I BE SO BEAUTIFUL ?
Wandering in the chaos the battle has left,
We climb up the mountain of human flesh,
To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life.
A young figure sits still by her pool,
He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool.
(He is you)
Social Security took care of this lad.
We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower.
A flower?


V. WILLOW FARM
If you go down to Willow Farm,
to look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies
Open your eyes, it's full of surprise, everyone lies,
like the focks on the rocks,
and the musical box.
Oh, there's Mum & Dad, and good and bad,
and everyone's happy to be here.

There's Winston Churchill dressed in drag,
he used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag.
The frog was a prince, the prince was a brick, the brick
was an egg, and the egg was a bird
Hadn't you heard?
Yes, we're happy as fish, and gorgeous as geese,
and wonderfully clean in the morning.

We've got everything, we're growing everything,
We've got some in
We've got some out
We've got some wild things floating about
Everyone, we're changing everyone,
you name them all,
We've had them here,
And the real stars are still to appear.

ALL CHANGE!

Feel your body melt;
Mum to mud to mad to dad
Dad diddley office, Dad diddley office,
You're all full of ball.

Dad to dam to to dum to mum
Mem diddley washing, Mum diddley washing
You're all full of ball.

Let me hear your lies, we're living up to the eyes.
Ooee-ooee-ooee-oowaa
Momma I want you now.

And as you listen to my voice
To look for hidden doors, tidy floors, more applause.
You've been here all the time,
Like it or not, like what you got,
You're under the soil,
Yes deep in the soil.
So we'll end with a whistle and end with a bang
and all of us fit in our places.


VI. APOCALYPSE in 9/8 (CO-STARRING THE DELICIOUS
TALENTS OF GABBLE RATCHET)
With the guards of Magog, swarming around,
The Pied Piper takes his children underground.
The Dragon's coming out of the sea,
with the shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me.
He brings down the fire from the skies,
You can tell he's doing well, by the look in human eyes.
You'd better not compromise.
It won't be easy.

666 is no longer alone,
He's getting out the marrow in your back bone,
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,
Gonna blow right down inside your soul.
Pythagoras with the looking-glass, reflecting the full moon,
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.

And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue,
Hey my baby, don't you know out love is true,
I've been so far from here,
Far from your loving arms,
Now I'm back again, and baby it's going to work out fine.


VII. AS SURE AS EGGS IS EGGS (ACHING MEN'S FEET)
Can't you feel our souls ignite
Shedding ever changing colours, in the darkness of the
fading night,
Like the river joins the ocean, as the germ in a seed grows
We have finally been freed to get back home.

There's an angel standing in the sun, and he's crying with a
loud voice,
"This is the supper of the mighty one",
Lord Of Lords,
King of Kings,
Has returned to lead his children home,
To take them to the new Jerusalem.