Watcher of the skies watcher of all
His is a world alone no world is his own,
He whom life can no longer surprise,
Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown.

Creatures shaped this planet's soil,
Now their reign has come to an end,
Has life again destroyed life,
Do they play elsewhere, do they know
more than their childhood games?
Maybe the lizard's shed its tail,
This is the end of man's long union with Earth.

Judge not this race by empty remains
Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead?
For now, the lizard's shed it's tail
This is the end of man's long union with Earth.

From life alone to life as one,
Think not now your journey's done
For though your ship be sturdy, no
Mercy has the sea,
Will you survive on the ocean of being?
Come ancient children hear what I say
This is my parting council for you on your way.

Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars
Where we have gone you know you never can go.
Watcher of the skies watcher of all
This is your fate alone, this fate is your own.

John Pebble of Styx Enterprises

"Get 'em out by Friday!
You don't get paid till the last one's well on his way.
Get 'em out by Friday!
It's important that we keep to schedule, there must be no delay."


Mark Hall of Styx Enterprises (otherwise known as "The Winkler")

"I represent a firm of gentlemen who recently purchased this
house and all the others in the road,
In the interest of humanity we've found a better place for you
to go, go-woh, go-woh"


Mrs. Barrow (a tenant)

"Oh no, this I can't believe,
Oh Mary, they're asking us to leave."


Mr. Pebble

"Get 'em out by Friday!
I've told you before, 's good many gone if we let them stay.
And if it isn't easy,
You can squeeze a little grease and our troubles will soon run away."


Mrs. Barrow

"After all this time, they ask us to leave,
And I told them we could pay double the rent.
I don't know why it seemed so funny,
Seeing as how they'd take more money.
The winkler called again, he came here this morning,
With four hundred pounds and a photograph of the place he has found.
A block of flats with central heating.
I think we're going to find it hard."


Mr. Pebble

"Now we've got them!
I've always said that cash cash cash can do anything well.
Work can be rewarding
When a flash of intuition is a gift that helps you
excel-sell-sell-sell."


Mr. Hall

"Here we are in Harlow New Town, did you recognise your block
across the square, over there,
Sadly since last time we spoke, we've found we've had to raise
the rent again,
just a bit."


Mrs. Barrow

"Oh no, this I can't believe
Oh Mary, and we agreed to leave."


(a passage of time)

18/9/2012 T.V. Flash on all Dial-A-Program Services

This is an announcement from Genetic Control:
"It is my sad duty to inform you of a four foot restriction on
humanoid height."


Extract from coversation of Joe Ordinary in Local Puborama

"I hear the directors of Genetic Control have been buying all the
properties that have recently been sold, taking risks oh so bold.
It's said now that people will be shorter in height,
they can fit twice as many in the same building site.
(they say it's alright),
Beginning with the tenants of the town of Harlow,
in the interest of humanity, they've been told they must go,
told they must go-go-go-go."


Sir John De Pebble of United Blacksprings International

"I think I've fixed a new deal
A dozen properties - we'll buy at five and sell at thirty four,
Some are still inhabited,
It's time to send the winkler to see them,
he'll have to work some more."


Memo from Satin Peter of Rock Development Ltd.

With land in your hand, you'll be happy on earth
Then invest in the Church for your heaven.

Turn and run!
Nothing can stop them,
Around every river and canal their power is growing.
Stamp them out!
We must destroy them,
They infiltrate each city with their thick dark warning odour.

They are invincible,
They seem immune to all our herbicidal battering.

Long ago in the Russian hills,
A Victorian explorer found the regal Hogweed by a marsh,
He captured it and brought it home.
Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge.
Royal beast did not forget.
He came home to London,
And made a present of the Hogweed to the Royal Gardens at Kew.

Waste no time!
They are approaching.
Hurry now, we must protect ourselves and find some shelter
Strike by night!
They are defenceless.
They all need the sun to photosensitize their venom.

Still they're invincible,
Still they're immune to all our herbicidal battering.

Fashionable country gentlemen had some cultivated wild gardens,
In which they innocently planted the Giant Hogweed throughout the land.
Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge.
Royal beast did not forget.
Soon they escaped, spreading their seed,
Preparing for an onslaught, threatening the human race.


The Dance Of The Giant Hogweed


Mighty Hogweed is avenged.
Human bodies soon will know our anger.
Kill them with your Hogweed hairs
HERACLEUM MANTEGAZZIANI


Giant Hogweed lives

- ADVANCE -

While Henry Hamilton-Smythe minor (8) was playing croquet with
Cynthia Jane De Blaise-William (9), sweet-smiling Cynthia raised
her mallet high and gracefully removed Henry's head. Two weeks
later, in Henry's nursery, she discovered his treasured musical
box. Eagerly she opened it and as "Old King Cole" began to play,
a small spirit- figure appeared. Henry had returned - but not for
long, for as he stood in the room his body began ageing rapidly,
leaving a child's mind inside. A lifetime's desires surged through
him. Unfortunately the attempt to persuade Cynthia Jane to fulfill
his romantic desire led his nurse to the nursery to investigate
the noise. Instinctively Nanny hurled the musical box at the
bearded child, destroying both.


Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you,
All your hearts now seem so far from me
It hardly seems to matter now.

And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies.
But I am lost within this half-world,
It hardly seems to matter now.

   Play me my song.
   Here it comes again.
   Play me my song.
   Here it comes again.

Just a little bit,
Just a little bit more time,
Time left to live out my life.

   Play me my song.
   Here it comes again.
   Play me my song.
   Here it comes again.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he.
So he called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.

But the clock, tick-tock,
On the mantlepiece -
And I want, and I feel, and I know, and I touch,
Her warmth...

   She's a lady, she's got time,
   Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face.
   She's a lady, she is mine.
   Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh.

I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time has passed me by
It doesn't seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say.
Why don't you touch me, touch me,
Why don't you touch me, touch me,
Touch me now, now, now, now, now...

Tell me my life is about to begin,
    Tell me that I'm a hero,
Promise me all of you violent dreams,
    I guarantee all you will need them
Now, in this ugly world,
    get ready to fight for your freedom
Now, when I give the word,
    get ready to destroy all this evil
Now -

Stand up and fight, for you know we are right
    We will strike at the lies
    That have spread like disease through our minds.
Soon we'll have won and we'll treasure this worth
    With our winnings and kindness
    To all who our love now deserve
Some of you are going to die -
    Martyrs, of course, to the freedom I will provide.

I'll give you the names of those you must kill
    Then have all burned and quickly
Cover them up in Trafalgar Square
    Hurry to see, you'll see them dead
In this ugly world,
    ready to fight for your freedom
Now, when I give a word
    hang 'em on high, let the blood flow
Now -

Stand up and fight, for you know we are right
    We must strike at the lies
    That have spread like disease through our minds
Soon we'll have won and we'll treasure this worth
    With our winnings and kindness
    To all who our love now deserve
Some of you are going to die -
Martyrs of course, to the freedom I will provide

We are only wanting freedom...

--- WE HAVE WON ---

Some of you are going to die,
Martyrs, of course, to the freedom I will provide