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Intro: "Old Henry went past the pet shop, which was never open, into the park, which was never closed, and the park was full of a very smooth, clean, green grass. So Henry took off all his clothes and began rubbing his flesh into the wet, clean, green grass. He accompanied himself with a little tune - it went like this... Beneath the ground the dirty brown writhing things called worms interpreted the pitter-patter from above as rainfall. Rainfall in worm world means two things: mating and bath time. Both of these experiences were thoroughly enjoyable to the worm colony. Within seconds, the entire surface of the park was a mass of dirty, brown, soggy, writhing forms. He was still pleased, old Michael, and he began whistling a tune this time to accompany himself... "Jerusalem" boogie to us perhaps, but to the birds it meant that supper was 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 is true. Coming closer with our eyes, a distance fall 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 long time. Hasn't it? ii. THE GUARENTEED 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 guarenteed 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 spoonful of miracle, He's the guarenteed eternal 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, bang, 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 our warlord. iv. HOW DARE I BE SO BEAUTIFUL? Wandering through the chaos the battle has left, We climb up a mountain of human flesh, To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life. A young figure sits still by the 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 dum to mum Mum diddley washing, Mum diddley washing, You're all full of ball. Let me hear you lies, we're living this 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 reflects 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 our love is true, I've been so far from here, Far from your loving arms, Now I'm back again, and abay 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 the seed grows We have finally been freed to get back home. There's anm 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 take his children home, To take them to the new Jerusalem.
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