--- instrumental ---The Narrow Way, Part 2
--- instrumental ---The Narrow Way, Part 3
Following the path as it leads towards the Darkness in the North Weary strangers' faces show their sympathy They've seen that hope before And if you want to stay for a little bit Rest your aching limbs for a little bit Before you the night is beckoning And you know you can't delay You hear the night birds calling you But you can't touch the restless sky Close your aching eyes beyond your name Mist is swelling, creatures crawling, Hear the roar get louder in your ears You know the folly was your own But the force behind can't conquer all your fears And if you want to stay for a little bit Rest your aching limbs for a little bit Before you the night is beckoning And you know you can't delay You hear the night birds calling you But you can't touch the restless sky Close your aching eyes beyond your name Throw your thoughts back many years To the time when there was life in every morning Perhaps a day will come When the nights will be as on that morning And if you want to stay for a little bit Rest your aching limbs for a little bit Before you the night is beckoning And you know you can't delay You hear the night birds calling you But you can't touch the restless sky Close your aching eyes beyond your nameA New Machine, Part 1
I have always been here I have always looked out from behind these eyes It feels like more than a lifetime Feels like more than a lifetime Sometimes I get tired of the waiting Sometimes I get tired of being in here Is this the way it has always been? Could it ever have been different? Do you ever get tired of the waiting? Do you ever get tired of being in there? Don't worry, nobody lives forever. Nobody lives foreverA New Machine, Part 2
I will always be here I will always look out form behind these eyes It's only a lifetime It's only a lifetime It's only a lifetimeThe Nile Song
I was standing by the Nile When I saw the lady smile. I would take her out for a while, For a while. Light tears wept like a child. How her golden hair was blowing wild. Then she spread her wings to fly, For to fly. Soaring high above the breezes, Going always where she pleases. She will make it to the island in the sun. I will follow in her shadow As I watch her from my window. One day I will catch her eye. She is calling from the deep, Summoning my soul to endless sleep. She is bound to drag me down, Drag me down.Nobody Home
I've got a little black book with my poems in I've got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on Got those swollen hand blues. Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from I've got electric light And I've got second sight I've got amazing powers of observation And that is how I know When I try to get through On the telephone to you There'll be nobody home I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm And I've got the inevitable pinhole burns All down the front of my favorite satin shirt I've got nicotine stains on my fingers I've got a silver spoon on a chain I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains I've got wild staring eyes I've got a strong urge to fly But I've got nowhere to fly to Ooooh Babe when I pick up the phone There's still nobody home I've got a pair of Gohills boots And I've got fading roots.Not Now John
Fuck all that we've got to get on with these Got to compete with the wily japanese There's too many home fires buring And not enough trees So fuck all that We've got to get on with these Can't stop lose job mind gone silicon What bomb get away pay day make hay Break down need fix big six Clickity click hold on oh no brrrrrrrrrring bingo! Make 'em laugh make 'em cry Make 'em dance in the aisles Make 'em pay make 'em stay make 'em feel okay Not nah John We've got to get on with the film show Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow Who cares what it's about As long as the kids go Not now John Got to get on with the show Hang on John We've got to get on with this I don't know what it is But it fits on here like............ Come at the end of the shift We'll go and get pissed But not now John I've got to get on with this Hold on John I think there's something good on I used to read books but............ It could be the news Or some other amusement Or it could be reusable shows Fuck all that we've got to get on with these Got to compete with the wily Japanese No need to worry about the vietnamese Got to bring the Russian bear to his knees Well, maybe not the Russian bear Maybe the Swedes We showed Argentina Now let's go and show these Make us feel tough And wouldn't Maggie be pleased nah nah nah nah nah nah! S'cusi dove il bar Se para collo pou eine toe bar S'il vous plait ou est le bar Oi' where's the fucking bar John!