Talk About the Moon In the web and the weave and the wave you’ve been carried on How many miles til the final bell? In the warp and the weave and peal of the clarion We shared a kiss before the empire fell I want to talk about the moon And the shadow on the wall And the silence of the tomb I want to talk about it all… How many times must I kneel in supplication? How many times must I stand in line? Without an anaesthetic it’s a brutal operation We’re taking refuge in the sweet sublime I want to talk about the moon And the shadow on the wall And the silence of the tomb I want to talk about it all… The paedophiles and other monkeys of compliance They pierce the nipples of the newly dead I’m hypnotised by a shiny new appliance Sing halleluiah til the sky turns red And everything hangs in suspension And everything is for the best An ounce of proof offers no prevention Yours sincerely, unimpressed I want to talk about the moon And the shadow on the wall And the silence of the tomb I want to talk about it all… 100 days we lay siege to the city 100 nights with the fife and drum 100 dreams that weren’t so pretty I’m going to blow us all to kingdom come I want to talk about the moon And the shadow on the wall And the silence of the tomb I want to talk about it all…

Poor Little Fool Oh my poor little fool, don’t you know that I love you Oh my sweet pretty fool don’t you know that I care And those shadowy things in the dark all around you Don’t you know little fool that they’re not really there… PUT IT DOWN TO HUMAN ERROR/BELIEF SYSTEMS POWERING DOWN/A DISTORTION IN THE MIRROR/ A FAULTLINE BENEATH THE TOWN/IS LOVE LOST AND GONE FOREVER/A FINAL FROST UPON THE GROUND/IS THIS OUR HAPPY EVER AFTER/ FINAL CURTAIN COMING DOWN Oh my dear little one, I will try to protect you My sweet pretty one from all that’s lurking out there From sorrow and horror, disappointment and virtue And the all the excesses the world brings to bear.. PUT IT DOWN TO HUMAN ERROR/BELIEF SYSTEMS POWERING DOWN/A DISTORTION IN THE MIRROR/ A FAULTLINE BENEATH THE TOWN/IS LOVE LOST AND GONE FOREVER/A FINAL FROST UPON THE GROUND/IS THIS OUR HAPPY EVER AFTER/ FINAL CURTAIN COMING DOWN My sweet little one, the fruits hanging heavy, a sickly miasma, it hangs on the vine My dear little one, there’s no crash on the levee And all of the blood on the petals is mine… PUT IT DOWN TO HUMAN ERROR/BELIEF SYSTEMS POWERING DOWN/A DISTORTION IN THE MIRROR/ A FAULTLINE BENEATH THE TOWN/IS LOVE LOST AND GONE FOREVER/A FINAL FROST UPON THE GROUND/IS THIS OUR HAPPY EVER AFTER/ FINAL CURTAIN COMING DOWN

Feeling Of Ease Working the velvet seam In the calligraphy of dreaming Seeking the crystal mind In the mirror beyond meaning We sit in a darkened room And we’re breathing in the silence The intelligence of your skin In the foothills and the highlands With a feeling of ease And a feeling of form And a sense of beauty And a sense of the whole… Bouncing a golden ball Down a corridor of shadows Daring to want it all Not caring wherever that goes Walking a crooked beam High above the watchers The lizard beneath my skin has been Carving me all those notches With a feeling of ease And a feeling of form And a sense of beauty And a sense of the whole… High on a mountainside Lost above the cloudline Trying to shed my pride Trying to cloud my bloodline Flexing my silver wings Ascending above the faultline Discarding all of those things The pitiful things that were mine… With a feeling of ease And a feeling of form And a sense of beauty And a sense of the whole…

42 Long I am 6 foot 3 A size 11 shoe I was born in 64 And man the years just flew My mother/father dead And my eyes are blue I like the colour red The time for talking’s through… 42 long 34, 34 42 long 34, 34 On the 3oth of august 1964 Beneath the sign of Virgo 682 on the door I was an only son A solitary child A black and white television Red and blue floor tiles 42 long 34, 34 42 long 34, 34 Can I go on without you Can I resist the rest When I find fault in every Every remembered face? Now my hairs turning silver It’s thinning out on top Some truths I want to to deliver Before my heart does stop There’s some ugly motherfuckers Down on this killing floor I’ll take two or three with me Out through this exit door.. 42 long 34, 34 42 long 34, 34 Hey mr. undertaker When my time is come We need 13 gypsy dancers To surf a river of rum 6 stouthearted comrades To carry me through the door Because I’m 42 long, 34, 34 42 long 34, 34 42 long 34, 34

Ghost of Love With the tip of my tongue I trace A diamond of desire With the very last ember from the Ashes in the fire In the sway of your hips I see the Pendulum swing There’s a little piece of you in most Everything Must be the ghost of love and it is haunting me/must be the ghost of love/and I cannot be free/must be the ghost of love/and it is haunting me/must be the ghost/must be the ghost of love… If the heart is a desert Then I follow in your footsteps I crave sweet, sweet wine, I would settle for Just one sip In a room full of mirrors And I cant find the exit And I plead and I cry And I name you With my last breath Must be the ghost of love and it is haunting me/must be the ghost of love/and I cannot be free/must be the ghost of love/and it is haunting me/must be the ghost/must be the ghost of love… The faded gigolo watches The woman in black He’d like to tell her something Something he cant take back Alpha omega, you’re the living end I know I’m not your lover But can we still we be friends Must be the ghost of love and it is haunting me/must be the ghost of love/and I cannot be free/must be the ghost of love/and it is haunting me/must be the ghost/must be the ghost of love Knock and it will open Fall down upon your knees Don’t cry, it is not broken Just a lttle Mercy please Knock and it will open Fall down upon your knees Don’t cry, it is not broken Just a little Mercy please I see the ghost of love and it is haunting me/I see the ghost of love/and I cannot be free/must be the ghost of love/and it is haunting me/must be the ghost/must be the ghost of love

Beautiful Wounds You spend imaginary money on imaginary things in this land of milk and honey where no mission bell does ring And it’s virtually certain, and it’s virtually true, that imaginary friendships can last your whole life through… (she’s got) beautiful wounds/ she holds em up to the sun (they’re like) tiny little mouths (each one) singing a song (she’s got) beautiful scars They’re all puckered up like lips (and) beautiful bruises in a total eclipse Imaginary countries fight imaginary wars over imaginary systems with imaginary laws And to all you nonbelievers and every bleeding heart If you’re worried about the next world , you got the horse but you got no cart (they’ve got) beautiful wounds/ they holds em up to the sun (they’re like) tiny little mouths (each one) singing a song (they’ve got) beautiful scars They’re all puckered up like lips (and) beautiful bruises in a total eclipse I wake up every morning and I go and stand in line never argue nor complaining I plough the earth and I tend the vine And will there be redemption, in this world or the next And in a nuclear winter Who’ll be there to cash the cheques (we’ve got) beautiful wounds/ we hold em up to the sun (they’re like) tiny little mouths (each one) singing a song (we’ve got) beautiful scars They’re all puckered up like lips (and) beautiful bruises in a total eclipse

Company Man I know I shouldn’t But I take the call I know it’s been recorded There’s always someone In the hall It’s all predetermined It’s someone else’s plan I’m just following orders At heart I’m a company man And something inside of me dies/every time I take your hand/there’s an element of surprise/in very strangers glance/there’s oh so many lies/ you do not understand/paradigms that I despise/ We’re strangers in our own land… I take the corner table The one near the exit door It’s a bitter fable One you have heard before The Persian he enters With the briefcase in his hand The exchange is so discreet Because I’m a company man And something inside of me dies/every time I take your hand/there’s an element of surprise/in very strangers glance/there’s oh so many lies/ you do not understand/paradigms that I despise/ We’re strangers in our own land…

From Hell Blue wheels of cold flame are following me There’s no place in this world for your dark majesty And I follow the trail, I follow the path And I sleep on the steps Of your cenotaph Twelve singing women are calling me home They built me a casket of tungsten and chrome And I am not ready to give up the ghost And I run from this plague town To some other coast Where nothings for nothing And nothing is free All you get for patience is Bad memories And I wake to the false dawn, the chemical sky Where trust is forsaken and love is a lie There are no singing horses in this cattle town And all the plantations have been burnt to the ground I put on my armour Of wire and bone And I hack through the conscripts To the foot of the throne The view from the tower’s a beautiful thing And there’s weight to the wisdom expedience brings And my clear conscience it rings like a bell And I Send you this letter this Postcard from hell

When We Were In Love We who stand by the window Earn a modicum of pity From the ones who walk In the sunshine It’s not flattery It’s not flattery This Modicum of pity Closed the door to the kiss of friendship Cut the lines to the last resolve All the things we did, when we were in love And all the things we said, when we were in love All the things we hid, when we were in love And every tear we shed, when we were in love You who come to the city On clouds of pretty little daydreams With your heart so manifestly beating Like a tiny drum Like a tiny drum Your hands are so misbegotten With sticks that keep on breaking In the milky pink of daybreak… All the things we did, when we were in love And all the things we said, when we were in love All the things we hid, when we were in love And every tear we shed, when we were in love The flowers that grow in the meadow Signal death from their first opening Like the smiles of tiny children In a photograph In a photograph Close your eyes when sleeping Count to ten if you are waking Who holds the heart you’re breaking Now…

Burden of Dreams Man, I’m hit heavy with the burden of dreams I got way too much responsibility Don’t know which way to move or which way to turn Look behind me, see all of my bridges burn When I look around me, everything is empty, turning me endlessly…. Sorrow to the left and Anger to the right Don’t know how I’m going to make it through the penitential night I push myself through the perilous dark I am as stubborn as a hammerhead shark When I look around me, everything is empty, turning me endlessly…. I got me a Hope and I got me a Prayer Been thinking that there’s something better out there Two, three hours or a day and a half I’ll look back on all this with a sorrowful laugh When I look around me, everything is empty, turning me endlessly…. Man, I’m hit heavy with the burden of dreams I wake up sometimes, don’t know what it all means Underwater cities and pyramids of glass An enigmatic woman with a shadowy past When I look around me, everything is empty, turning me endlessly….

Shadow Of A Man He’s the shadow of a man all dressed in black Guess he knows you’re not coming back Shadow of a man with the ghost of a smile High principled and so reviled He’s the shadow of a man The shadow of a man Shadow of a man Shadow of a man Shadow of a man that I once was Once was found and now I’m lost Was loveblind and now I see Won’t love come and rescue me? He’s the shadow of a man The shadow of a man Shadow of a man Shadow of a man Shadow of a man in a blinding light I can’t tell my left from right I can’t tell my right from wrong and I Count the days since you’ve been gone He’s the shadow of a man The shadow of a man Shadow of a man Shadow of a man Ghost of a man in a tincan town Watching all the fields turn brown Ghost of a man they tried to drown I watch him ripping up your wedding gown He’s the shadow of a man The shadow of a man Shadow of a man Shadow of a man

If It Offends Thee I dig down to the root of the matter The silent places where all words fail The heart is open and no tongue flatters The words of love punched out in braille I bear down on the brittle timbers I lean hard on the splintered rail Can’t face another grey November With the light so sick and pale I bite down on the surgeon’s leather Scroll down to the last detail I say…call me when you’re feeling better Can’t you see that I’m pierced by nails I step down from all high office I renounce my tired vows I renounce my childhood promise I’m doing all this age allows If it offends thee Then turn away from me If it offends thee I am contrite If it offends thee It might have validity I’m just a witness To the blinding light…