Calling all stations
Can anybody tell me, tell me exactly where I am
I've lost all sense of direction

Watching the darkness closing around me
Feel the cold all through my body
That's why I'm calling all stations
In the hope that someone hears me
A single lonely voice

I feel the sensation disappearing
There's a tingling in my arms
And there's a numbness in my hands

All the broken promises
All my good intentions don't add up to very much
And I realise whatever happened, whatever happened

I remember all the moments that I've wasted in my life
All the things I was always gonna do
Why is it now when it's too late
That I've finally realised it's important to me
To think that everything that's dear to me and is always in my heart
Could so easily be taken and it's tearing me apart
Going over and over in my mind
I relive it one second at a time

Calling all stations
Can anybody tell me, tell me exactly where I am
How different things look when your all on your own

Watching the darkness closing all around me, all around me
And I'm lost with feeling of your arms to remind me
Of everything that's dear to me and is always in my heart
Could so easily be taken and it's tearing me apart
Going over and over in my mind
I relive it one second at a time

Don't you know there's never been a moment
When I haven't had the thought
That everything that's dear to me and is always in my heart
Could so easily be taken and it's tearing me apart
Going over and over in my mind
I relive it one second at a time
As I sit here in the darkness feeling so alone
And everything that's dear to me and is always in my heart...

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 flatterers," he cried,
"By our command, waters retreat,
Show my power, halt at my feet,"
But the cause was lost,
Now cold winds 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 offerings fell (where they fell).
"Nothing can my peace destroy as long as none smile."
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.

He returns from his mixed-up memories to the passage he was previously
stuck in. This time he discovers a long carpeted corridor.

There is lambswool under my naked feet.
The wool is soft and warm,
- gives off some kind of heat.
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed.
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid.
The fleas cling to the golden fleece,
Hoping they'll find peace.
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
There's no hiding in my memory.
There's no room to avoid.


The walls are painted in red ochre and are marked by strange insignia,
some looking like a bulls-eye, others of birds and boats. Further down
the corridor, he can see some people; all kneeling. With broken sighs
and murmurs they struggle, in their slow motion to move towards a
wooden door at the end. Having seen only the inanimate bodies in the
Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging, Rael rushes to talk to them.


The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before.
They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing in on the poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."


"What's going on?" he cries to a muttering monk, who conceals a yawn and
replies "It's a long time yet before the dawn." A sphinx-like crawler
calls his name saying "Don't ask him, the monk is drunk. Each one of us
is trying to reach the top of the stairs, a way out will await us there."
Not asking how he can move freely, our hero goes boldly through the door.
Behind a table loaded with food, is a spiral staircase going up into the
ceiling.


There's only one direction in the faces that I see;
It's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be.
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree.
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing
bright.
Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight;
It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack.
The eager pack lift up their pitchers - they carry all they lack.
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack,
And the tickler takes his stickleback.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

At the top of the stairs he finds a chamber. It is almost a hemisphere with a
great many doors all the way round its circumference. There is a large crowd,
huddled in various groups. From the shouting, Rael learns that there are 32
doors, but only one that leads out. Their voices get louder and louder until
Rael screams "Shut up!" There is a momentary silence and then Rael finds
himself the focus as they direct their advice and commands to their new found
recruit. Bred on trash, fed on ash the jigsaw master has got to move faster.
Rael sees a quiet corner and rushes to it.


At the top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people,
running around to all the doors.
They try to find, find themselves an audience;
their deductions need applause.

The rich man stands in front of me,
The poor man behind my back.
They believe they can control the game,
but the juggler holds another pack.

I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.

I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman,
You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can,
He'll smile through his guard,
Survival trains hard.
I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands,
He looks at you once, you know he understands,
Don't need any shield,
When you're out in the field.

But down here,
I'm so alone with my fear,
With everything that I hear.
And every single door, that I've walked through
Brings me back here again,
I've got to find my own way.

The priest and the magician,
Singing all the chants that they have ever heard;
and they're all calling out my name,
Even academics, searching printed word.

My father to the left of me,
My mother to the right,
Like everyone else they're pointing
But nowhere feels quite right.

And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.

I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found,
There's no need to sell if you're homeward bound.
If I choose a side,
He won't take me for a ride.

Back inside
This chamber of so many doors;
I've nowhere, nowhere to hide.
I'd give you all of my dreams, if you'd help me,
Find a door
That doesn't lead me back again
- take me away.

Home from work our Juliet
Clears her morning meal.
She dabs her skin with pretty smells
Concealing to appeal.
I will make my bed,
She said, but turned to go.
Can she be late for her cinema show?

Romeo locks his basement flat,
And scurries up the stair.
With head held high and floral tie,
A weekend millionaire.
I will make my bed
With her tonight, he cries.
Can he fail armed with his chocolate surprise?

Take a little trip back with father Tiresias,
Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through.
I have crossed between the poles, for me there's no mystery.
Once a man, like the sea I raged,
Once a woman, like the earth I gave.
But there is in fact more earth than sea.

Take a little trip back with father Tiresias,
Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through.
I have crossed between the poles, for me there's no mystery.
Once a man, like the sea I raged,
Once a woman, like the earth I gave.
But there is in fact more earth than sea.

Leaving by the same door from which he had come in, he finds some sort
of freaks ghetto on the other side. When they catch sight of him, the
entire street of distorted figures burst into laughter. One of the
colony approaches him.

Rael:

I wandered lonely as a cloud,
Till I came upon this dirty street.
I've never seen a stranger crowd;
Slubberdegullions on squeaky feet,

Continually pacing,
With nonchalant embracing,
Each orifice disgracing
And one facing me moves to say "hellay".


He is grotesque in every feature, a mixture of ugly lumps and stumps.
His lips slip across his chin as he smiles in welcome and offers his
slippery handshake.


His skin's all covered in slimy lumps.
With lips that slide across each chin.
His twisted limbs like rubber stumps
Are waved in welcome say 'Please join in.'

My grip must be flipping,
Cos his handshake keeps slipping,
My hopes keep on dipping
And his lips keep on smiling all the time.


Rael is a little disillusioned, when the Slipperman reveals that the
entire colony have one-by-one been through the same glorious romantic
tragedy with the same three Lamia, who regenerate themselves every
time, and that now Rael shares their physical appearance and shadowy fate.

Slipperman:

"We, like you, have tasted love.
Don't be alarmed at what you see,
You yourself are just the same
As what you see in me."


Rael:

Me, like you? like that!


Slipperman:

"You better watch it son, your sentence has only just begun
You better run and join your brother John."


Amongst the contorted faces of the Slippermen, Rael recognises what is
left of his brother John. They hug each other.

John bitterly explains that the entire life of the Slipperman is devoted
to satisfying the never-ending hunger of the senses, which has been
inherited from the Lamia. There is only one escape route; a dreaded
visit to the notorious Doktor Dyper who will remove the source of the
problems, or to put it less politely, castrate.

They discuss the deceptively-named escape for a long time and decide to
go together to visit the Doktor.

Slipperman:

"You're in the colony of slippermen.
There's no who? why? what? or when?
You get out if you've got the gripe
To see, Doktor Dyper, reformed sniper - he'll whip off your
windscreenwiper"


Rael:

John and I are able
To face the Doktor and his marble table.

The Doktor:

Understand Rael, that's the end of your tail.


Rael:

"Don't delay, dock the dick!"
I watch his countdown timer tick....

They survive the ordeal and are presented with the offensive weapons in
sterile yellow plastic tubes, with gold chains. "People usually wear
them around their necks," said the Doktor handing them over. "The
operation does not necessarily exclude use of the facility again, for
short periods, but of course when you want it you must provide us with
considerable advance warning."


He places the number into a tube,
It's a yellow plastic "shoobedoobe".
It says: "Though your fingers may tickle
You'll be safe in our pickle."


As the brothers talk themselves through their new predicament, a big black
raven flies into the cave, swoops down, grabs Rael's tube right out of his
hands and carries it up into the air in his beak.


Suddenly, black cloud come down from the sky.
It's a supersized black bird that sure can fly...

The raven brings on darkness and night
He flies right down, gives me one hell of a fright.
He take the tube right out of my hands
Man, I've got to find out where that black bird lands.


Rael calls for John to go with him.

And he replies "I will not chase a black raven. Down here you must read and
obey the omens. There's disaster where the raven flies."


"Look here John, I've got to run
I need you now, you going to come?"

He says to me:


John:

"Now can't you see
Where the raven flies there's jeopardy.

We've been cured on the couch
Now you're sick with your grouch.
I'll not risk my honey pouch
Which my slouch will wear slung very low."


So once more John deserts his brother.

Rael:

He walks away and leaves me once again.
Even though I never learn,
I'd hoped he'd show just some concern.


The bird leads Rael down a narrow tunnel, he seems to be allowing him to
keep at a closed distance. But as Rael thinks he might almost catch hold
of the bird, the tunnel opens and finishes at an enormous subterranean
ravine. Casually, the raven drops his precious load into the rushing
waters at the bottom. It's enough to drive a poor boy ravin' mad.

Seeing the dangers of the steep cliff, our courageous hero stands
impotent and glowers.


I'm in the agony of Slipperpain
I pray my undercarriage will sustain.
The chase is on, the pace is hot
But I'm running so very hard with everything that I've got.
He leads me down an underpass
Though it narrows, he still flies very fast,
When the tunnel stops
Catch sight of the tube, just as it drops.
I'm on top of a bank too steep to climb
I see it hit the water just in time
to watch it float away...

You say that I put chains on you
But I don't think that's really true
But if you want to be free from me
You gotta lose me in another world

Send me to the congo, I'm free to leave
There's always somewhere anybody can lead
Send me to the congo, you have to believe
You can do it if you wanna just do what you please

Like a soldier ant
I will wait for the signal to act
To take a walk right through the door
If you don't want me here anymore

Send me to the congo, I'm free to leave
There's always somewhere anybody can lead
Send me to the congo, you have to believe
You can do it if you wanna just do what you please

Into my heart you came and gave a whole new meaning to my life
Into my world you brought a light, I thought it never would go out

Send me to the congo, I'm free to leave
There's always somewhere anybody can lead
Send me to the congo, you have to believe
You can do it if you wanna just do what you please

You can send me to the congo, I'm free to leave
There's always somewhere anybody can lead
Yes you can send me to the congo, you have to believe
You can do it if you wanna just do what you please

I would never be the one to say you had no reason
To want me somewhere else far, far away
Someday you may understand, someday you will see
That someone who would die for you is all I've ever been
If that's how it's got to be, if that's what you want from me

I would never be the one to say you had no reason
To want me somewhere else far, far away
Someday you may understand, someday you will see...

He climbs inside the looking glass
And points at anything he hates
He calls to you, "Hey look out son
There's a gun they're pointing at your pretty face"

   And the heads they are a rolling
   Cos the conqueror is on his way
   And the justice day is coming
   For the conqueror is on his way

Five hundred little women
Are calling at their hero's door
Yes, their hero is working overtime
He's squirming on an empty floor

   And the heads they are a rolling
   Cos the conqueror is on his way
   And the justice day is coming
   For the conqueror is on his way

He's bought the castle on the hill
He's bought it just to knock it down
The local power shout him down
They say he's just an empty-headed clown

   And the heads they are a rolling
   Cos the conqueror is on his way
   And the justice day is coming
   For the conqueror is on his way

He's busy building monuments
To hide inside his empty grave
You there, can you find some souls
He's looking for some people to save

   And the heads they are a rolling
   Cos the conqueror is on his way
   And the justice day is coming
   For the conqueror is on his way
   And the words of love are killing him
   The conqueror is on his way

And the words of love were lying on an empty floor
Just in the place where the conqueror lay...

The palpitating cherry-red organ was returned to its rightful place and began
to beat faster as it led our hero, counting out time, through his first
romantic encounter.


I'm counting out time,
Got the whole thing down by numbers.
All those numbers!
Give me guidance!
O Lord I need that now.

The day of judgement's come,
And you can bet that I've been resting,
for this testing,
Digesting every word the experts say.
Erogenous zones I love you.
Without you, what would a poor boy do?

Found a girl I wanted to date,
Thought I'd better get it straight.
Went to buy a book before it's too late.
Don't leave nothing to fate.
I studied every line, every page in the book,
Now, I've got the real thing here, I'm gonna take a look, take a look.

This is Rael!

I'm counting out time, hoping it goes like I planned it,
'cos I understand it. Look! I've found the hotspots, Figs 1-9.
- still counting out time, got my finger on the button,
"Don't say nuttin - just lie there still
And I'll get you turned on just fine."
Erogenous zones I love you.
Without you, what would a poor boy do?

Touch and go with 1-6.
Bit of trouble in zone No. 7.
Gotta remember all of my tricks.
There's heaven ahead in No. 11!
Getting crucial responses, dilation of the pupils.
"Honey get hip! It's time to unzip, to unzip, zip, zip-a-zip-a-zip.
Whipee!"
(Take it away Mr. Guitar)
- Move over Casanova -

I'm counting out time, reaction none to happy,
Please don't slap me,
I'm a red blooded male and the book said I could not fail.
I'm counting out time, I got unexpected distress from my mistress,
I'll get my money back from the bookstore right away.
Erongenous zones I question you -
Without you, what would a poor boy do?
Without you, what would a poor boy do?
Without you, mankind handkinds thru' the blues.

Rael regains consciousness in some musky half-light. He is warmly
wrapped in some sort of cocoon. The only sound he can hear is
dripping water which appears to be the source of a pale flickering
light. He guesses he must be in some sort of cave - or kooky tomb,
or catacomb, or eggshell waiting to drop from the bone of the womb.


Wrapped up in some powdered wool - I guess I'm losing touch.
Don't tell me this is dying, 'cos I ain't changed that much.
The only sound is water drops, I wonder where the hell I am,
Some kind of jam?
Cuckoo Cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?

There's nothing I can recognise; this is nowhere that I've known.
With no sign of life at all, I guess that I'm alone,
And I feel so secure that I know this can't be real
                                  but I feel good.
Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?

I wonder if I'm a prisoner locked in some Brooklyn jail
- or some sort of Jonah shut up inside the whale.
No - I'm still Rael and I'm stuck in some kind of cave.
what could've saved me?
Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?


Resigning himself to the unknown he drifts off into sleep.

Wake up now, this is the time you've waited for.

Far below, where shadows fester as they grow,
An army thousands strong, obsessed by right and wrong,
They sense their time is coming near.
So they turn towards the light from their region of the night,
Marching on and on,
They near the air, it won't be long.

You know you're on the way out,
It's just a matter of time.
You thought you'd rule the world forever,
Long live the king, and don't spare the loser.

After all, you're not what you thought you were at all.
You're just a natural fact, another cul-de-sac
On nature's hard unfeeling trail.
Now all those dreams of old will be stories left untold,
Cut off in your prime, extinct until the end of time.

You know you're on the way out,
It's just a matter of time.
You thought you'd rule the world forever,
Long live the king, but don't spare the loser now...

Now the host emerges, and a shadow starts to fall.
Not one knows what hit them, none can see at all.
Even as the end approaches still they're not aware,
How can you fight a foe so deadly
When you don't even know it's there?
And now that the job is almost done
Maybe some escape, no, not even one.

You know they're on the way out,
It's just a matter of time.
You thought you'd rule the world forever,
Long live the king, and don't spare the loser.