1.After The Flood
Lyricist：Peter Hammill
Continuing the story, humanity stumbles
Gone is the glory, there's a far distant rumble
The clouds have gathered and exploded now
Axis shattered, there is no North or South
Far off, the ice is foundering slowly
The ice is turning to water
The water rushes over all
Cities crash in the mighty wave
The final man is very small
Plunging in for his final bathe
The water rushes over all
Cities crash in the mighty wave
The final man is very small
Plunging in for his final bathe
This is the ending of the beginning
This is the beginning of the end
Middle of the middle, mid-point, end and start
The first peak rises, forces the waves apart
Far off, the ice is now reforming
Poles are fixed once more
Water's receding like death blood leaving
And when the water falls again
All is dead and nobody lives
And when the water falls again
All is dead and nobody lives
And when the water falls again
All is dead and nobody lives
And when the water falls again
All is dead and nobody lives
And then he said, every step appears to be
The unavoidable consequence of the preceding one
And in the end there beckons more and more clearly
Total annihilation'
This is the ending of the beginning
This is the beginning of the end
And when the water falls again
All is dead and nobody lives
And when the water falls again
All is dead and nobody lives
And when the water falls again
All is dead and nobody lives
And when the water falls again
All is dead and nobody lives
2.Darkness (11／11)
Day dawns dark, it now numbers infinity...
Life crawls from the past, watching in wonder
I trace its patterns in me....
Tomorrow's tomorrow is birth again
Boats burn the bridge in the fens
The time of the past returns to my life
and uses it.
Don't blame me for the letters that may form in the sand;
don't look in my eyes, you may see all the numbers
that stretch in my sky and colour my hand...
Don't say that I'm wrong in imagining
that the voice of my life cannot sing!
Fate enters and talks in old words：
They amuse it.
Hands shine darkly and white： only in dark do they appear.
Bless the baby born today,
flying in pitch, flying on fear!
(Wicked little Scorpio, doomed to die a thousand times
before he lives!)
They shine in my eyes and touch my face
where I have seen them placed before...
don't blame me, please, for the fate that falls：
I did not choose it.
3.Out Of My Book
Lyricist：David Jackson, Peter Hammill
We sat by ourselves, still looking for company
There could have been peace but that eluded me
All I could think of was what was on your mind
You tried to be kind but I blocked your feelings
Now, senses still reeling, you sit in your quiet room and cry
You tried to make me one
But I always hide when there's a glimpse of sun
Running along in sunlight meadows
Your eyes were never more than half closed
Through fluttering lashes, you watched me watching you
I tried to be true to the way that you thought I ought to be
But in spite of all my efforts, I failed
I tried to make you see
But your eyes are blind to all but the bad in me
What do you think I mean when I say that I need you？
How am I supposed to seem when we hit another problem
And the answers are all torn from my book？
Our lives are on paths, we just can't control
We can grow closer as we get old
Can you imagine us as we adjust？
Can you imagine us getting near eighty？ We live more sedately
Still hoping the dreams will come true
We'll try to be secure but I'm of uncertain mind
And how can I be sure？ How can I be sure？
How can I be sure？
4.Refugees
Van Der Graaf Generator
Least We Can Do
Refugees
N. was somewhere years ago and cold：
ice locked the people's hearts and made them old.
S. was birth to pleasant lands, but dry：
I walked the waters' depths and played my mind.
E. was dawn, coming alive in the golden sun：
the winds came gently, several heads became one
in the summertime, though august people sneered...
we were at peace, and we cheered
We walked along, sometimes hand in hand,
between the thin lines marking sea and sand;
smiling very peacefully,
we began to notice that we could be free,
and we moved together to the West.
W. is where all days shall someday end;
where the colours turn from grey to gold,
and you can be with the friends.
And light flakes the golden clouds above：
West is Mike and Susie,
West is where I love.
There we shall spend the final days of our lives...
tell the same old stories： well, at least we tried.
So into the West, smiles on our faces, we'll go;
oh! yes, and our apologies to those
who'll never really know the Way....
We're refugees, walking away from the life we've known and
loved...
nothing to do nor say, nowhere to stay; now we are alone.
We're refugees, carrying all we own in brown bags, tied up with
string...
nothing to think, it doesn't mean a thing, but we'll be happy on
our own.
West is Mike and Susie;
West is Mike and Susie;
West is where I love,
West is refugees' home.
5.Whatever Would Robert Have Said ？
Lyricist：Peter Hammill
I am the suck of air you take
That you've had many times before
I am the blow you try to fake
But which still throws you out the door
I am the air that fills your lungs
But leaves you emptier below
I am the void that you can't explain
But which is where you want to go
Flame sucks between the balls of steel
Nothing moves, the air itself congeals
Look at the flame if you want to
Hear the sharp crack of the fission
Smell the brief vapor of ozone
Feel static motion
I am the love, you try to hide
But which all can understand
I am the hate you still deny
Though the blood is on your hands
I am the peace, you're searching for
But you know you'll never find
I am the pain you can't endure
But which tingles in your mind
Flame sucks between the balls of steel
Nothing moves, the air itself congeals
Look at the flame if you want to
Hear the sharp crack of the fission
Smell the brief vapor of ozone
Feel static motion
I am the joy you really pay for
But which comes completely free
I am your God on the final day
For the truth is you and me
6.White Hammer
Lyricist：Peter Hammill
In the year 1486, the Malleus first appeared
Designed to kill all witchcraft and end the papal fears
Prescribing tortures to kill the black arts
And the hammer struck hard
Malleus Maleficarum slaughtered and tortured
All those under suspicion, as the inquisition ordered
Burning black hearts and innocents alike
Killing the mad, such was the power the hammer had
Though Hexenhammer was intended to slay only evil
Fear and anger against magic overspilled
They also killed those of the white
So for two centuries and more they tried to slay
Both the black and the white arts but spirits override pain
For every one that the torture took, two were hid secure
And so the craft, yes, it endured
Love and hate lived on in the face of fear
Hexenhammer's force died
And the real power became clear
White Hammer no more is beaten, now it begins to beat
And the gray, once oppressor now at good hands, faces defeat
And the black, too, shall bow down to the power above
Black hate beats gray but supreme is
The white hammer of love, the white hammer of love
7.Boat Of Millions Of Years
Lyricist：Peter Hammill
Horus the Good lived in the North
In lands of fertility and beauty
But Set stayed in the hard desert
To him belonged all drought and perversity
And he sheds his tears
Beneath the Boat of Millions of years
And he fights to kill the hawk
Bearing with him evil and darkness
But Horus lives with the sun
Forever the battle rages
Evil tries to kill the innocent baby
And only Osiris, the Lord of the Dead
Can eventually save it
So we must cast aside our future fears
And call out on the Boat of Millions of years
The God of Love is on our side
And with him we shall not die
There's life in the Sun
There's life in the Sun
Only in violence is the cause lost
In peace, gray, Set can't kill our baby of love
Can't kill our baby of love
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