Out of Water			Evidently Goldfish Not the Man No Moon in the Water Our Oyster Something about Ysabel's Dance Green Fingers On the Surface A Way Out
		Evidently Goldfish
Home Back to Lyrics Back to CD Top of Page		Check the honesty of what's on offer, true detective or a fake fakir? All the evidence is circumstantial - as mud the evidence is clear. Paranormal the investigation - where do things go when they disappear? All the evidence has been trumped up... as mud the evidence is clear, I think we're on to something here, I think we're into something, I don't know but maybe we're all goldfish in the mental sphere. Evidently goldfish, never questioning environment self-evidently goldfish, we swim in circular experience. Church of logical deliberation, school of accidental wheels in gear, surface knowledge is a serious matter, a little consciousness is dangerous, dear; all the evidence must be summed up - as mud the evidence is clear, I think we're into something, I don't know but maybe we're all goldfish in the mental sphere. Evidently goldfish never question their environment; Self-evidently goldfish, we swim in circular experience; Evidently goldfish, round and round and round and round within our consciousness in the mental sphere. As mud the evidence is clear.
		Not the Man
Home Back to Lyrics Back to CD Top of Page		There are so many questions, there are so many doubts - this is auto suggestion your spirit is giving out. If I offered my reasons would you give me a break? Now it's all open season, no sense of give and take. You see I'm not the man I was.... But if I'm not the man that you took me to be do I fade from your dreams, disappear from your memory? Look at me: if I'm not the man I was then who was he? There can be no returning to the scene of the crime... for perfection you're yearning - some romance, some foreign clime! Is the memory explicit under strict rule of thumb? It was always implicit, this character I've become. But if I'm not the man that you took me to be do I fade from your dreams, disappear from your memory? I remember it well, I can guess what went wrong... you believed all those words in the popular songs... but, if I'm not the man that you took me to be, did I walk in your dreams? I've no idea who that person could be. Look at me: If I'm not the man I was, then who is he?
		No Moon in the Water
Home Back to Lyrics Back to CD Top of Page		So if it's just so then where is it now when I find the moment uncertain? Broken water pail - no moon in the water, try to hold it now. So I want to hold on reflection's all gone, no ego - so. Broken water pail - no moon in the water, try to hold it now, broken water pail, hold me in the moment, no more ego now. I would drink the dregs of daylight, break the bread of consciousness and dream: dream day for night, nightfall around us, waking, dreaming, awake to the dream. Broken water pail - no moon in the water, try to hold it now, hold me in the moment, no more ego now, no moon in the water, no more ego now.
		Our Oyster
Home Back to Lyrics Back to CD Top of Page		This one's authentic, son of a gun, a soundtrack from China in the universal tongue.... The world is our oyster to plunder at will, though the palate is jaded by all but the thrill of fish out of water, life in the raw... without understanding of what life's worth fighting for. Out of universal language some stuff never translates - the reports come in clusters but for words it's too late... six o'clock entertainment, tears of anguish and rage... in the zoos of the media the spirit of moment is caged. There's only one language the whole world comprehends, there's only one message as the darkness descends.... Do you still have a question or do you retract? There's a whole world of difference between the observer and the act. They're playing World Music in Tiananmen Square, they're playing World Music in Tiananmen Square, the whistle of bullets in the air.
		Something about Ysabel's Dance
Home Back to Lyrics Back to CD Top of Page		In the new hotel, on Fiesta Night, the staff are bored; Donna Ysabel dances zombie-like, the guests applaud.... The color is local, the tourists are tanned, the natives are restless and everything's second-hand. Places disappear, but the names endure as alibis; memory's hazy here, no-one's really sure of how time flies.... Well drunk, the bass player cries into his beer - are Ysabel's mother or Ysabel dancing here? After hours all the couriers are in the bar round the corner with the drivers in a game of cards.... In bursts Ysabel, her hair let loose, her limbs set free; on the tabletops she's dancing to a memory - conversation stops and every eye is turned to see... something about Ysabel's dance. It's a shrinking world, it's a fun-packed cruise, a museum trip: skirt the native girl, check the rabid dog, rejoin the ship. There's no Charlie Mingus, his Tijuana's gone... this smile for the camera is all just a tourist con. But after hours all the couriers and drivers know of a cantina where there's every chance that she might show; and maybe Ysabel will dance the dance for real again, her mother's footsteps, vice and virtue, lust and love and pain. There's something here the anthropologist dare not explain, something about Ysabel's dance....
		Green Fingers
Home Back to Lyrics Back to CD Top of Page		He'll be young forever if he keeps this up... so the bedroom playboy's never going to grow up. The heart is a secret garden to which there are no short cuts. Only green young fingers make the garden bloom; for the serious young men now is always too soon. The heart is a secret garden, the head is a darkened room. Close your eyes... how does it feel to be in love? Much too difficult, you shove green fingers into gloves. Get those fingers dirty - now you're getting warm; blood those hands with passion, turn your face to the storm. The heart is a bed of roses, the heart is a bed of thorns. Bleed, green fingers, bleed. Some future memory stirs... someone's always getting burned if intensity holds true. If it's real to be in love how does it feel to be in love? Green fingers stripped of gloves.
		On the Surface
Home Back to Lyrics Back to CD Top of Page		On the surface phosphorus gleaming; deep down we carry on dreaming. On the surface compass and charts checked; deep down the currents run in a shining vortex, in a swirling vortex. On the surface oil troubled water sails set the seas on fire to the farthest quarter.... Are we dreaming? Dream deep of childhood, dream deep of future days - it'll all come good, deep dreaming. On the surface head above water legs kick the carry-on... (dreaming) break the surface; dreaming of long-lost childhood, hoping for better days - it'll all come good, deep dreaming. It'll all come good, deep dreaming. It'll all come to the surface, it'll all rise to the surface, deep dreaming.
		A Way Out
Home Back to Lyrics Back to CD Top of Page		Out of joint, out of true, out of love, out of the blue, out of order, out of orbit, out of control, out of touch, out of line, out of sync and out of time, out of gas, out of tread, out of road. Out of date, out of stock, out of use - out, out, damned spot! You want out, you want out of it for good. Out of the running, out of the game, out on your feet, clear out of range, out of context, out of contact, out of the woods. Out, out, looking for a way out, no straws are left to cling to; out, out, going for the fade-out... but what do you fade into? Out on the town, out for laughs, out of service, out to grass, out of mourning, out of purdah, out on bail, out of kilter, out of grace, out to get out of this place, out of this world, out and out beyond the pale. Right out of character, out of sympathy, so far out upon a limb you're out of your tree.... Out of breath, out of tune, out of your head and out of view, down and out, out for the count, or is it just for revenge? Out of sight, out of mind, leave it out, leave it behind out of reach of all family, all friends. Out, out, going for the bale-out, no parachute above you. Out, out...you'll not feel the fall-out. I wish I'd said "I love you".
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