1.The Hurlyburly
2.Interference Patterns
All that we see illusory, every assumption based on blind faith
alone
On with the motley, bring it home
Everything's formed from particles, all that you see is a
construction of waves
Hold onto both thoughts under general relativity, the cradle
connected to the grave
Luminous aether dissipates, Michelson-Morley with a point to
disprove
Millikan oil drops and the cargo-cult science evaporates,
improbable physics on the move
Nearer and nearer, it's clear that in interference
What happens to patterns when matter shatters
Is wantonly quantum and nature's got some surprises in store
right now
All that we are illusory, every observance based on physical law
Only a fool would think us ready to face with certainty all that
our future's heading for
Nearer and nearer, it's clearer, we're only here for an
eyeblink, a psychic mind trick
The proofs that we use are at best projections but let's hope
they'll see us through
The interference patterns help us to know the gap between a
simple 'yes' and a 'no'
The heart-felt beat that gets us ready to go
And, as above, we'll find out what is below the interference
patterns
3.The Final Reel
Jack and Gillian, facing their decline
Take to the dance floor for one final time
Who'd deny them this last shot？
Taking a twirl, are they in the final reel or not？
Jack and Gillian, walking hand in hand
Disappearing along the shining strand
Who'd deny them this state of grace？
So we find them with not a single hair out of place
Picture-perfect, matching pace for pace
Her head on his shoulder, his arm around her waist
But if you put them on the spot, what would they say？
Are they in the final reel or what？
Sayonara, tschüss, adieu, farewell
Will we meet again？ No one can tell
Not the manner, not the time
No one can hide, no one leaves the final reel behind
Jack turns to Gillian, misty-eyed
And presses the pills in her hand
All they've got left is the downhill slide
So they'd better act while they can
This much they know
They're not in the final reel alone
This much they know
They'll not leave the final reel alone
They take the dive
No one leaves the final reel alive
They take the dive
No one leaves the final reel alive
4.Lifetime
I can remember it so well, the bed of roses where we lay
The crown of thorns I was so keen to give away
All the warning signs ignored, the passion's played
I could foresee what was to come, I had a sense of what might
happen
The river runs and very rapidly becomes a torrent
Sweeping us towards our ricochet
It takes a lifetime to unravel all the threads
That have tied us in these webs of tourniquet
I stake no claim on memory, I stand on ceremonial quicksand
I look for something with solidity to hold
Something lasting, something pristine with no sense of decay
Can you remember how that was？ Can you remember？
It takes a lifetime's understanding of the flow to surrender
Let the current sweep you away
What if I told you I would never let you go
I would hold you every step along the way？
It takes a lifetime to unlearn all that you know
To return the things you borrowed for a day
5.Drop Dead
A charmed circle on the dance floor, a spell-binding display
It's rather more than he bargained for, Snow White or Morgan le
Fay
'Drop dead, drop dead' she said
Hey, big man, let testosterone flow, flex the muscles like a
monkey
The male plumage is all puffed up in show but the girls know how
to debunk it, yeah
'Drop dead, drop dead' she said
'Drop dead, drop head' she said
In a sense some men are always caught in adolescence
Trying to crack the mystery girl cocoon
It doesn't take a wicked witch to point out obsolescence
Is a state they might wake up to pretty soon
Is it any wonder when they hone that perfect put-down
To deflate the macho tough guy male buffoon？
'Drop dead, drop dead' she said
'Drop dead, drop dead' she said
'Drop dead, drop dead' she said
'Drop dead, drop dead' she said
6.Only In A Whisper
Dive in to the Motion of the Avatar,
sign up to the Army of the Phantom.
No-one's really who they say they are,
they're all imposters on the stand in witness.
Welcome to the Power of Self-deception,
head high in the grip of Holy Deadlock.
Don't count on the way your days are numbered,
listen to the wind which whips your every word away.
Word-drunk, has the Inquisition found you？
Weight falls on your shoulders, under pressure.
Black dog in the desert heat will hound you
hang on, only Faith is holding us together.
Dust clouds building up on the horizon,
make way for the onslaught of the Visigoths.
Joined up, all the Automatic Writing
some thoughts should be spoken only in a whisper.
Take aim on the Summit of Experience,
don't say we're just making up the numbers,
lay waste to the idea of an Afterlife.
Some thoughts should be spoken only in a whisper.
Listen to the wind which'll whip your words away,
listen to the wind that whips your every word away,
scattered as your atoms all will be one day...
Some thoughts should be uttered only in a whisper.
7.All That Before
I don't know if I'm cracking up or just getting careless, is
this room quite airless？
Just a minute, listen, did you hear that knock on the door？
I'm going to have to write things down before I forget them
I can't find my glasses, I don't know where I left them
So I can't expect to get much on the visionary score, or did I
say all that before？
Oh, stop me if you've heard this one before I get started
I can't find my mobile and I didn't charge it, it's a phantom
target
If I call myself I'll only get my voicemail once more
I wish that I could pin things down before they escape me
I can't find my car keys and it seems that lately
I have trouble even fitting them into the front door, or did I
say all that before？
Oh, stop me if I'm banging on, trying to grab your attention
I forget to mention I can't find my glasses
But I think I bent them when I dropped them as I scrabbled for
my phone on the floor
It seems I can't, I can't remember, I can't remember what I'm
doing
Although I flash that foolish grin that seemed so winning when I
came in
I'm beginning to see everything we've been is going to be
forgotten
It's not a joke, or did I say that all before I spoke？
It's not a joke, or did I say all that before I spoke？
I can't find myself, what I'm looking for, and I've lost the
thread of what I said before
8.Over The Hill
Let's recount our history,
our tale of boom and bust.
We could talk a good fight on our day
but when we got a hand to play we bit the dust.
Now in our threadbare suits we do our duty,
still sold on the pursuit of a common cause.
Now let us call to memory such witness as we dare.
We built our bridges, burned them down as well,
maybe all we have to tell is off the square.
We tried our instant remedies they didn't clear the air.
Who could foresee how it was bound to end,
in a break or in a bend？
We intended well enough...
Oh, but the clock was always counting,
the envelope was sealed
and as the pressure's mounting
still precious little is revealed.
Still, let us speak of comradeship, of how we stood as one,
shoulder to shoulder through the thick and thin
while the roof was caving in;
although everything begins in good faith,
for all our sins we'll all end up being skinned
and now there's nowhere left to run to, there's nowhere left to
hide,
we're strapped in and we're gunning for the roller-coaster ride.
If we're living our lives as though God's at our shoulders,
if we're giving of our best, by an effort of will,
then we'll be up for the test,
we'll never know when we're over the hill.
Here comes then bit where we decide no passengers come on this
ride
civilians, the broken-hearted, need not apply.
I count to a thousand and ten, I keep my eyes tight shut and
then
unsteadily count the numbers back down again.
Head on into the wind, on a heavenly mission,
try to play with the spin while we burn in our hearts;
although we know we'll never win we're still learning our
lessons in the dark.
There's no choice here to make, there's no easier decision
than to stand up, stand straight and to give it a try
and there's no time for hesitation as the stations of our lives
are passing by.
Heads up and face front as brother to brother,
time to come to the call if we're true to how we were
because at last and after all we've given each other our words.
If we live out our lives as though God's sat at our shoulders,
if we give of our best and then give some more still,
press on, with no pause for breath,
then we'll see each other over the hill.
Now if we speak of distances we're only covering old ground：
what's done is done and if we have become of worth at all
we'll hope to see things in the round.
Let's close the book on history and keep it safe and sound.
While we've been moving forward to our goals
we have done as we have told,
so the story's closed behind us
and the countdown comes in backwards,
that much was always clear,
so when it reaches zero our heroes disappear.
9.We Are Not Here
I dreamed you here beside me,
radiant, impulsively strong.
Light streaming through us blindly,
we are not here for long.
I dreamed us from the ether,
bursting through the neural stem,
vibration without meter...
we are not here again.
We are not here again.
(No way to know that when)
We are not here again.
(there is no now in then)
We are not here again.
(We are not there and then we are.
Henceforth we are not here again.)
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