1. THE SPEED OF LIFE

Stars
Soft whispers by a fire
Two lovers talking endlessly
The desires and hopes
Of adolescent innocence
I see it all
Yes I recall
Such pure and precious memories
Dreaming of the things
That never came to be
Oh how I wish that I could be
As content as the next boy
Downing his bitter
Discussing the snooker

I'm light years away
The speed of life in this place
I just feel light years away

Robotically I hear the words
All you see is all you are
Fodder for the factory
If you can find one
There's your destiny
In the ring-room
Is your destiny
In the ring-room

So
I watch the others grow
I must admire such confidence
Coping with the things
I always sing about
So secure
So very sure
Or is it just reflectory
Can they be as happy
As they seem to be

Oh how I wish that I could be
As content as the next girl
Surrounded by children
Rushing the ironing

I'm light years away
The speed of life in this place
I just feel light years away

Teacher's words return to me
All life's rules
Carved in stone
All you see is all you are
Fodder for society
Sadly
There's no sanctuary
In the tap-room
There's no sanctuary
In the pool-room
There's no sanctuary
In the bed-room

What you see
Is what you are


2. DEATH OF IMAGINATION

The chill of the air
The teeth of the tiger
Is biting through my clothing
Through a sky of stars
With the wings of an eagle
I'm launched into oblivion
I feel the spit
And the sting of the serpent
For a fraction of an instant
And wrenched from the womb
So safe and maternal
I whisper goodbye
And embrace the eternal

As I feel myself falling
Endlessly falling
I spiral down, down, down
It's the death of imagination

I bathe in the glare
Of a thousand explosions
With child-like fascination
And time the impact
That ends my existence
With the rhythm of my heartbeat
I taste the sweetness
Of mystical moments
Re-living and savouring
Every sensation
As gravity grips me
In giddy rotation
In my concrete overcoat
A prisoner of reason am I

I feel myself falling
Endlessly falling
I spiral down, down, down
It's the death of imagination
Let's raise our drinks and mourn
The death of imagination

Does the age of reason herald
The death of imagination
Will the age of intellect cause
The death of imagination

There's no question of force
There's no question of judgement
Just a momentary feeling of pain
And the problem has gone
A hint of remorse
In a matter of conscience
It's a race
And the race never ends
From the moment you're born
If you make it that far

The least of all life

She can't carry on
She's made her decision
The storm outside's nothing
Compared with the storm in her head
Society stabs
Like a surgeon's incision
It knows no compassion
Its soul is as cold as the stone

For the least of all life
There is no meaning
For the least of all life
'Cause this life has no feeling

(But I feel
I breathe)

For the least of all life
There is no jury
For the least of all life
There is no mercy

For the least of all life
There is no voice

For the least of all life
Has no feeling

But I feel
I breathe
And I dream
I live
I die

What can we do?
The decision's been made?
What can we say?
This life has no feeling

What can we do?
Decision is made
What can we say
Just count the money


3. A MATTER OF CONSCIENCE

(Instrumental)


4. PEACE IN OUR TIME

I see the clowns have come to town
Selling slogans, shaking hands
Megaphones and a leaflet shower
They bang on doors and beg for power
We breathe the same air
Though there's less of it every day
I'm tired of the squabbling
Of watching them pissing
The world away

My conscience tells me what's right
And my conscience tells me what's wrong
I follow no-one
I lead myself
It's less complicated

He said
Don't you believe in democracy
I said
Don't spout that rat-shit to me
They blew the lid off democracy
When they murdered John F. Kennedy
I can't recall being asked or consulted
Concerning Cruise
And I can't recall
Being asked or consulted
On whether sanctions should be used

Here at UK Ltd.
It's cast its vote
It's made its choices
And there displayed its attitude
I'm all right Jack
How are you

"In my hands a piece of paper
Peace in our time"

A worthless piece of paper
You can keep your pieces of paper


5. DOLPHIN

The titan sings a lonely song
Now the whaler's work is done
She's crying for her little one
I bow my mortal head in shame
This murderous insanity
The madness of humanity
I hear the ocean
Call my name
Singing liquid lullabies
To wash the rivers from my eyes
Dolphin heal this human heart
If I should live a thousand years
I couldn't cross this ocean of tears

Through the foam
They call me
Oceana's calling me home
Through the surf
They call me
And their capacity to love
Infinitely exceeds that of the
Savages who live on these lands

They sing of secret places
Where divers never go
Of magic and of mystery
Weaving dreams of harmony
Through waters that are crystal clear
And aqua marine
Streams of dolphin energy
Gently flowing over me
In trance-like wonder
I will stare
Intoxicating scenes
Slow motion so serene
Ripples of tranquility
Wash me away
With visions of an open sea
Underneath a ceiling of stars

Sons of Adam
Daughters of Eve
The beasts within your brotherhood
Have turned our waters
Red with blood
Sons of Adam
Daughters of Eve
Cast away your cruelty
And soon you'll sail an ocean
Of stars


6. HOUSE ON FIRE

Blazing, blazing
Blazing, blazing

It's called passion
And it licks the stillness of a freezing room
Passion
And its tender kiss can make a statue swoon
It burns in you
It burns insanely and it burns with all the brightness of day
So light the fuse
And blow the burdens of the world away...

And if these flames have scorched you too much
At least these tears are warm to the touch
And justified in this cold world
Justified in this cold world

It's called passion
And its breath is scented like a summer's night
But passion
When it flares in temper it can torch the sky
It burns in you
It burns insanely and is fueled by all the rapture it brings
So light the fuse
Fire the furnace and feel your senses sing

Blazing, blazing
Blazing, blazing

You out there
With fire extinguishers
You can't stamp it out
It's blazing

Like a house on fire
It's called passion
And it's the only fire
In this cold world
Let's burn it up


7. THE PRICE OF GAIN

All the sorrow, tears and pain
Isn't worth the price of grain
If God is there, and God is sane
Surely God will send the rain

Defeated I kneel, unable to stand
Or see the sense in anything
Wasting away beneath a burning sun
Between starvation and the roar of the gun

And God knows
I've never asked for anything
But as surely as these days are long
If this is fate there's something drastically wrong

Speaking languages I don't understand
Economics of supply and demand
Resolutions are as empty as bellies
As barren as the land
This life is in the palm of your hands
As worthless as the grains of the sand

I'm striving for the strength to go on
Body's breathing but my spirit has gone
I search for meaning but around me there's none
Please don't tell me everything
Is printed on the palms of our hands

Hear us shouting at the skies
Drowning out the children's cries
Will I ever close my eyes

All the sorrow, tears and pain
Isn't worth the price of grain
If God is there and god is sane
Surely God will send the rain
Amen
Is it worth the price of the grain?


8. LIMBO-LAND

In Limbo Land
An hour can feel like a lifetime
And you soon forget
How it feels when adrenaline's flowing
And it's dangerous 'cause I have to say
I would do anything to fill the days
I've been here so long now
My head like my pocket is empty

And in this vacuum
In this emptiness
I'm sleepwalking
From the moment I'm dressed
I wash my brains
With Australian soap
Thanking heaven
For that quarter of dope

In Limbo Land
Nothing in life seems exciting
In a material world
That's so swift to remind me I'm worthless
I roam the streets in shoes of lead
Or in my apathy just stay in bead
Against boredom, it's said
That the Gods themselves struggle in vain

In the centuries since leaving school
I haven't had so much as an interview
I used to dread those days, I thought I'd never miss
But my god anything is better than this

I feel insulted and I don't know why...
If I don't break this boredom sparks will fly...
Will that provoke a reaction eh?
A reaction eh?

In Limbo Land
Lost in Limbo Land


9. PICTURE OF ENGLAND

Always the days are the same
Monotonous rut and routine
Is it his fate to O.D.
On biscuits and T.V.
Remembering someone at school
Mammouth mouth was his name
"What more could there possibly be,"
He said,
"For someone such as you
Such an empty-headed fool
You see"

He sits there waiting patiently
He sits there waiting patiently
Not knowing what he waits for
Uncertain what he wants for sure
Not knowing what he waits for
The one who yearns for something more

She's annoyed and she doesn't know why
By the neighour who's fixing his car
He's spent so many hours underneath it now
The bloody thing should fly
Their greetings float through her mind
Like music you hear in a lift
Frustrations and feelings she can't control
Wake within her now
They churn within her now...

She sits there waiting patiently
She sits there waiting patiently
Not knowing what she waits for
Uncertain what she wants for sure
Not knowing what she waits for
The one who yearns for something more

The Prudential man is here
Oh please, just go away
The bible-basher's here
Thanks but not today
Brown envelopes appear
Throw them all away
So many bills to pay
Every day the same

I don't want to know, I don't want to know
Oh no no...
I don't want to know...

Oh, no no no no no no,
Just go away and leave me alone
Oh, no no no no no no,
Just go away and leave me alone

Lost and alone
A picture of England
I've seen it so often
Haven't you?


10. THIS PASSIONATE BREED

Currencies collapse
And sanity is snapped
Sexual thrills
With hundred dollar bills

A feel for the past
With an eye on the future
Is telling me
I'll never be the same again

Beauty is rare
Emotions are shackled
This frantic world
Will never seem
The same to me

I think I hear them now
Better kill the fatted cow
But don't be taken in
They just like to lick the tears
From your eyes

The last of our creed
This passionate breed

What has cost you to learn
Should not be forgotten