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Bob Kuban The In-Men lyrics

Stairway To The Stars

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There'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover Tomorrow, just you wait and see There'll be love and laughter and peace ever after Tomorrow when the world is free (The shepherd will tend his sheep) (The valley will bloom again) And Jimmy will go to sleep In his own little room again There'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover Tomorrow, just you wait and see There'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover Tomorrow, just you waitÂ…and see

Flight

Peter Hammill
Flying Blind I alway forget how crazy things are so sometimes it catches me off my guard when they make sense. The line on the road trail the arrow in the sky, I search for the mote in my brother's eye beneath the pence... a time of blunt instruments. Still uncertain when I've woken or what constitutes a conscious mind, though the thought remains unspoken I know I'm flying blind. Breaking into cold sweat on the white-hot coals the pennies from heaven drop through my soul: it don't relent. At the back end of dreams I'm amazed to awake... I offer my theories but just can't shake that seventh sense to which there's no defense. It seemed the time was for action, it seemed so cool to be that kind... my tongue writhed to form some retraction but I knew I was flying blind. I want things to be fast, down to the power-drive; I want the zero-gravity heroes to play dead, but stay alive. We want it to be slow, all the way to stall; we talk about a thousand things that never change at all. No, it never change... It was then that I knew I'd been thoughtless - something had slipped my mind: I'd strapped myself into the Fortress but the Fortress was flying blind. We got full clearance, so someone down there ought to know the truth of our disappearance - If even that still shows it accuses and blames me, but nothing was quite what it seemed. Sometimes things work out so strangely that it might as well all be dreamed. The White Cane Fandango The White Cane Fandango in Morse code, try to shake through the message, shake the load; only venial sin, running on the spot - till the dance begins. Where does a man go when the muscles cramp? Try to write out a postcard on a postage stamp with a drawing pin punching out the Braille for the whole within? Upset the contango on your future stock; paying backwardation, hold onto what you've got - such a sideways grin! Some day you may need to trade that in. If we ride this right the future will fall in our hands. If we survive the flight the future will work out - nothing's that black and white. Control The colour-coded charts are spread, but we're still gliding deep into the red, the radio is dead every valve blown open. The radar screen flicks monochrome, air traffic controller wants to get on home, waiting for a phone call to release him from responsibility. Nobody goes to see him any more except for the man from the ministry. He wanted to be, he wanted to be the man at the helm, in command of the flightpath; he's flying a chair, quite beyond control; he's going to have just one more chance at a barrel roll. All in a dream, all as a dream, the colours too bright, the music too deafening - the black-out world has just begun to show. These cracked-out words I offer... but I still don't know. Cool blue suffuse the colour gun - oh come in, come in number one: your time's nearly run. Speed-freeze the frame, the present and the past hold fast... It's too fast, the thing don't, the thing won't, the thing don't last. Cockpit The rolling dice clash together never make up the score; that old device, the ejector seat, glued to the floor. Everybody waits for everyone to make a show - no-one wants to be the first, admitting that they know how anythings that's gone down here could fit into an analytic groove... W ait for the tactical move, wait for some action we all can approve. Too much to drink, for the cup reaches down to the sea; too much to think, the barometer pressuring me. Rolling down the weather for an Easter parade, reeling out the Maydays in the hope of being saved, but the radio ham's out giving blood - no, no, no, he's not listening. The cricketer knows his Wisden , the pilot has got his Jane's , but the sum of this factual wisdom don't help us to fly the plane (no, and it never will...) Beneath the tartan two-piece something rips undone... Wait for the ladder to run wait for the snake that the ladder becomes. A passenger hits the cockpit, willing to chance his game: pulls out his gun and cocks it in the hope that it all might change. (oh, but it never will...) A fly-leaf from the library shows others have been here before, tried, failed and kicked out the door; the aircrew don't care anymore - not they just wait for the beat of the silk-worm wing, wait for the heat to come down on us - full force of the law. Silk-Worm Wings Full force of gravity pulls me down, I'll be better off out of there; aerobatic spin around, I'll take my chances in the open air. Sycamore silk-worm wings or Roman Candle to the ground, there's only one thing for shure: when the balloon goes up the aeronaut calm down. He say nothing is quite what it seems, he say nothing is quite what it seems; I say nothing is nothing. A Black Box Softly, the angels sing their time and space refrain: there's something in everything if you can only pin down its name Aerobatic thoughts at the back of my mind - Is it nothing but the looping line we all follow? Nothing but the spiral twist of DNA There'll be no looking back from tomorrow on today. So the wire is tripped, split-seconds defect to their successors; the umbilical cord is ripped - here we all are in free fall. I stall where I am, as if to see where I've been: only running down the looping line we all follow, only chasing down the spiral twist of DNA - There can be no looking on to tomorrow from today. Life/death/night/day - cold breath will surely fly away. Is the empire of sensation locked in a black box deep in me, encoded there somehow? It fires the imagination to fly on a wing and a prayer through my life - is that how it is? There'll be no looking back on this... this is now, which will be then - is this the means? All I know for shure is this is the end. No looking back from tomorrow, no, there'll be no looking back on today; better be looking on to tomorrow... better think on today.

Walk Over Me

THE ALL-AMERICAN REJECTS "Kids In The Street"
(Hmm, so tell me about your mother) Doctor, doctor Could you please just give me somethin' for the state I'm in I'm having trouble and society believe I got it wrong again I'm one month sober I don't think I'm getting over my predicament But if I jumped out of the window what would she say It's not on me, it's all on you We can't deny the things we do I can't believe her pretty feet walked over me All over me Help me, help me doc It seems to be an awful lot for me to understand I know I'm not a specimen, The troubles and the mess I'm in I should be dead He said, let's all start think That you've had all your fun It's time to be a man So you better quit your bitchin Think about what the people would say It's not on me, it's all on you I can't prescribe what you want me to You need some sleep, you better leave You walked over me All over me Wait until tomorrow, and it's gone So long Wait until tomorrow, so long It's gone Wait until tomorrow You beg and steal and borrow till it's gone (He don't got a lot but he's got all he needs) I need someone to love (And all he's got well it's all that he needs) Somebody help me cause I could hear the voices in the tube To get me through anything I do and anything will do good by me A little pill, a little thrill, should I take it I think I will And anything will do good so as long as it's always too good Either way I don't give a damn what you people all say All now boy Oh, oh, oh, oh It's not on me, it's all on you I can't deny the things I do I can't believe her pretty feet walked over me All over me It's not on me, it's all on you There comes a time to speak the truth So you can see me when I leave Walk over you All over you

Too Many Rivers To Cross

JIMMY CLIFF
Many rivers to cross But I can't seem to find my way over Wandering I am lost As I travel along the white cliffs of dover Many rivers to cross And it's only my will that keeps me alive I've been licked, washed up for years And I merely survive because of my pride And this loneliness won't leave me alone It's such a drag to be on your own My woman left me and she didn't say why Well, I guess I'll have to cry Many rivers to cross But just where to begin I'm playing for time There have been times I find myself Thinking of committing some dreadful crime Yes, I've got many rivers to cross But I can't seem to find my way over Wandering, I am lost As I travel along the white cliffs of Dover Yes, I've got many rivers to cross And I merely survive because of my will...

Bring It On

SEAL "Seal"
Bring it on At first I didn't have the will to carry on Illusions in my mind Like that picture when you feel you can't go on Like you've been left behind Life goes on, now Take me to that funky place where you and I were born. Carry on, now Psychedlic tendencies of love will bring it on Bring it on Bring it on, Bring it on Don't wait until tomorrow Bring it on Bring it on Bring it on Give me something for the dream that I am in You know I love the way you save me A broken pawn, I depended on. Was only life, I was feeling It goes on, now Take me to that funky place where you and I were born Carry on, now Ain't no reason you should feel for shorn, Unconditioned love will bring it on Bring it on Bring it on Don't wait until tomorrow Wait until tomorrow Bring it on ...Bring it on.... ...Bring it on.... Unconditioned love will bring it on So what lies under. Is your kingdom come Chase it way, Down low. It's only life. Don't wait until tomorrow. Don't wait until tomorrow. Don't wait until tomorrow. Don't wait until, Wait until tomorrow. Bring it on, bring it on bring it on Bring it on

Clover Over Dover

BLUR "Parklife"
I'm on the white cliffs of Dover Thinking it over and over But if I jump it's all over A cautionary tale for you I'd like to roll in the clover With you over and over On the white cliffs of Dover And then i'd let you push me over If that is the fact then in actual fact it's not where it's at and it's over If that is the fact then in actual fact i'm not where it's at it's all over Yes it is And now the bluebirds are over (I floated away) Over the white cliffs of dover (Spent twenty years upon the sea) So when you push me over (And when I came back) Don't bury me I'm not worth anything (I found that you'd turned into me) La la la la la la la la (x2) If that is the fact then in actual fact it's not where it's at and it's over If that is the fact then in actual fact i'm not where it's at it's all over Yes it is

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