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Ball Lightning
03:20
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Little Jack Horner’s got something to say
He’s not sure what it is but he’ll say it today
Yes Little Jack Horner’s got something to say
I’ve no idea what it is but he’ll say it today
He’s been having a bad time in the laboratory
None of his experiments are going well
Now he’s embarrassed for ready cash yeah
And he’s got nothing to sell
The poor little fellow is beside himself with worry
He doesn’t seem to know which way to turn
The chaos in his mind is beyond description
It’s as if he never seems to learn
Little Miss Muffet’s going to provide some assistance
She thinks it’s to do with the cathode resistance
She’s going to bring over a new roogalator
And all the members of Van Der Graaf Generator
Together in the basement they laboured for ages
And made the nearby hills resound with thunder
With pear-shaped conductors and Faraday cages
To the marked consternation of the local boy wonder
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2. |
Soul Conversation
03:19
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I need to talk to someone
About the state of my soul
Whether it’s in pieces
Or whether it’s still whole
Maybe you should find yourself a preacher
Who could help you get to the bottom of your mind
Failing that some new age teacher
But be careful of what they might find
I need to talk to someone
About the state of my soul
Whether it’s in pieces
Or whether it’s still whole
You need to see a psychiatrist
Who could help you sort out this mess
Mind you they’ll have their work cut out
But a gravedigger can deal with all the rest
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3. |
Holland To Poland
03:48
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A train pulls into a station
Deep in the countryside
The passengers have had a long journey
They’re glad to be outside
Past newly painted buildings
And hanging baskets of flowers
They walk to where they’ll be staying
And maybe rest for a couple of hours
A pair of children’s spectacles
Has been dropped by the platform edge
There are thousands more piled up
Just behind that hedge
The passengers have now got ready
To enjoy a proper meal
While outside the doctors check their pistols
To them it’s no big deal
The trenches have all been prepared
To take the women and men
Later in the afternoon
It will start all over again
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4. |
Jill’s Face
02:44
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(Instrumental)
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5. |
False Paramour
03:07
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Well I’ve heard that you’ve got yourself
A new paramour
A counterfeit svengali
Who’s slipped through the back door
He’s a fraud, he’s a cheat
And he lies through his teeth
And if you weren’t so superficial
You’d see what was underneath
Well I hear that you’ve got yourself
Right in the shit
And you’re flouncing around hysterically
Because you just can’t deal with it
Yes your darling new sweetheart
Who cut such a fine dash
Has embezzled your trust fund
And run off with all your cash
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6. |
Null Hypothesis
03:33
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I’m a burned-out purveyor of burned-out opinions
A tired horse trader of hackneyed clichés
I try to persuade myself that I know my onions
But I’m someone well past my salad days
I’m just a living null hypothesis
A walking schoolboy error
I hardly know what time of day it is
I’m a tin-pot peddler of mumbo-jumbo
A lubricious mealy-mouthed casuist
Increasingly ignored by those in the know
When I’m gone I’m sure I won’t be missed
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7. |
Crash Dive
20:59
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(i)
There’s a strange cloud on the horizon
And a dark feeling inside my chest
I have an appalling premonition
But my soul is crying out for rest
(ii)
As you can see I’ve been making a coffin
Which will be just right for either me or you
I’ve tried it for size and it’s really just fine
Give it a try any time you choose
I’ve no idea how I shall feel
When several people finally depart
The ones who sent bolts of lightning
Right through my young man’s heart
(iii)
The misery will be
Quite indescribable
But I will have a go
Underneath my shiny shell
Colossal rivers of sorrow will flow
And as for you
There’s nothing I can really do
The world just drifts along
Oblivious to what goes on
And in the end
You’ve got to let it go my friend
Yes in the end
You’ve got to let it go my friend
(iv)
(Instrumental)
(v)
All we do is go round and round in circles
Avoiding the ghosts which creep across our minds
Dodging the shadows which restlessly hurtle
Through the tunnels
Like the blind leading the blind
In the end the tired secrets tumble
For so long hidden up our sleeves
So let’s put aside the words with which we fumble
And do away with all this make-believe
(vi)
(Instrumental)
(vii)
We plough the fields and scatter
The seeds of who we really are
At the time it doesn’t seem to matter
But it never gets us very far
I picked up Marcus Aurelius
But put it down straightaway
What once was such a lifeline
Now just belongs to yesterday
I know that you know that I know it’s wrong
This crazy way of existing just can’t go on
(viii)
And in the end
You’ve got to let it go my friend
(ix)
I’m stuck in a poky little house
Lost in a wretched housing estate
A bleak jerry-built celebration
Of the truly third-rate
It seems to be impossible
To stop this ship of fools
Going ever faster
Towards the waiting maelstrom
Unable to avoid total disaster
It’s just a question of when
Those who were once
Young and full of fire
Briefly get remembered
Then the curtains close
And someone cuts the wire
(x)
At long last our strange review is over
No further need for analysis
Not that it was worth doing anyway
Inevitably all a bit hit-and-miss
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