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Census Of Hallucinations - "10"
Written by Tim Jones & Terri~B

Icon In A Bad Light

Skeletons in your cupboard, hang-ups on your brain,
You know the way they set the pace, it drives you insane.
Icon in a bad light…
Dim light down the corridor, fox is on the run,
You left this sinking ship, before the fun's begun.
Icon in a bad light…
I hear you on the radio, telling lies again,
Empty purses empty lives, single mothers beaten wives.
Dim light in the corridor, fox is on the run,
You left this sinking ship, before the fun's begun.
Why don't you stick us up against a wall,
And blow our worthless brains out,
After all, why forestall the inevitable? It's inevitable,
Icon in a bad light…

Cause Inebriation

I went to see my grandma. Oh! What a commotion, how was I to know that she would have the secret potion? I didn't have a notion, stopping
time and motion was not just an emotion. Got a ticket at the station, to go to a cremation, that's not my occupation,
Degradation, elevation, cause inebriation,
I took a jar of pickles and stuck it up my Biggles,
Degradation, elevation, cause inebriation.
I drew a load of wiggles that then turned into squiggles,
We all began to giggle, whilst snuggled in our igloo.
I like to wear my topper and sit up nice and proper,
With bottles full of copper, no bottle for my stopper,
I'm never any bother and I'm a manic shopper,
Cause inebriation…It's not just an emotion…

Made In England

Welcome to England, the land of the free. We'd like to invite you to come and live in a cardboard box. How about a night out on the opera house steps, courtesy of the national lottery? How about we tax the poor and give it to the rich? Well, what do you think Bertie? Bertie, wake up! What do you think?
Do you have any ethnic minorities that might need gassing? Because we can supply you with all the chemical warheads you need. We really don't mind if you want to bomb the fuck out of anywhere. Did you know the Ayatollah's got "Made In England" written under his beard?
That's a bloody funny joke, isn't it Bertie? Bertie?
If you think we've got our heads up our arses, you haven't seen anything yet! We're going to give you a nuclear waste playground that you're never going to forget, never ever! Yes, come to Buckingham Palace and see the Beef Eaters and the leaders of the church. Did you know there's not one bloody one of them can get through the eye of a needle? Is there Bertie? Bertie? There's not one of them can get through an eye of a needle is there? Not bloody one of them. Don't you want to buy some chemical warheads? Don't you want some bombs and guns? I can sell you any bloody thing you want… and what not. No, I'm not drunk. Why would I think of being drunk, I'm trying to sell some bloody chemical warheads here! I am not drunk Bertie! I am just trying to sell these nice people here some chemical warheads to blow up some bloody nuisance in their country. I am not drunk you bloody bastard!

Silver Spoon

You've got expensive tastes but you've got no money,
It sounds like some kind of joke but it ain't that funny,
You ain't good for nothin' without a silver spoon,
And if you're born without one,
You must dance to their tune.
Sing a song of sixpence you've got a pocket full of nothing,
There's no self-respect when the dog has had his day,
You ain't good for nothin' without a silver spoon…
Better keep one eye open in the back of your head,
Cause they won't give a damn if you wind up dead.
If you should be homeless or your old and in pain,
Don't expect any mercy cause they don't play that game,
You ain't good for nothing without a silver spoon…
Better keep one eye open…
You might be lying in the gutter…they won't help you man,
You can be living in a cardboard box…they won't help you man,
You may not have a friend…they won't help you man,
You'll be lying in the gutter…they'll let you rot…they won't help you man,
You may be homeless. You may be poor. You may have nothing but you ain't seen nothin' yet and they won't help you man. You ain't good for nothin' without a silver spoon.

The Sewing Machine Song

I'm sitting out here on a sewing machine; I'm sitting here outside the phone,
I can't pay the bills or cure the world's ills, so I thought I would ring you at home,
I'm smelling extremely expensive, but I'm dressing exceedingly cheap,
You make all my clothes on a sewing machine, which I currently use as a seat.
I'm sitting out here on a sewing machine, watching the passers by,
They're starting and stopping and doing their shopping, but they never look up at the sky.
I fumble for change in the phone box; the man who was in has just come out,
I'm dialling your number it's ringing, oh god I hope you're about.
I'm smelling extremely expensive…
You pick up the phone and you hear me, I tell you I can't pay the bills,
You say that you want to be near me, and to hell with all the world's ills.

Te-Wit-Te-Woo To It

Man makes time but life's too short, there is no time quite like the present,
You know we're right we can't be wrong, and now it's time to sing this song.
You can be yourself with it; you can tap your foot to it,
You can feed your brain with it, you can feel your heart's in it,
You can ring a bell to it; you can feed the birds to it,
Te-wit-te-woo to it, should have a hit with it.
If you want to bring your friends along, you can help us as we sing this song...

Celestial Creatures In The Dreamtime

Suns that shine through are not always true, when they can't see the wood for the trees.
Or their view is obscured by a passing of clouds, like a falling of dust in the breeze.
When it comes down to it, you may get around to it,
Trying to live just one day at a time.
You think of your dreamtime where nothing is real,
But it feels like it's something and it fills you with zeal,
For what? Is it worth it? And why are we here? And it doesn't seem senseless but your life's on a bender.
When it comes down to it…

Don't Sing In The Park

A fat man and a lame man walking down the road,
A bird flew under the viaduct and it looked like a painted picture,
A mass of congealed shoppers where there is no room for art,
Where they wouldn't give a tinker's cuss for dancing in the dark,
Don't sing in the park.
Life they say is relative from one man to the next,
And all you may think holy may make another person vexed,
It's all down to money and all that money gets,
And there is no room for caring except for household pets,
Don't sing in the park.
Just sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of shares,
No one really gives a damn unless you touch what's theirs,
I don't like your attitude; they take you for a fool,
For there is no room for all your dreams, In that you break the rule,
Don't sing in the park.

Census Of Hallucinations - "Apparitions" - A ghost story in 4 parts
Written by Tim Jones, Terri~B & Tony Morland

Part One

Sunlight Through Autumn Leaves (written by Tim Jones)

We have to shine brighter than ever now,
In the name of peace and liberty,
For we are ruled by infamy,
And the president Of The United States,
We have to shine the light of love,
Right now.
We have to shine brighter than ever now,
We have to shine the light of love,
Right now.
In a moment of madness a world is lost,
Bleak bitter winter and permanent frost,
Fields that lie barren beneath glacial ice,
The air radioactive we all paid the price,
For a fool and his money and more of the same,
The ones who love ritual and playing the game,
Dancing as demons for that's what they are,
And all we have left is a twinkling star.
I love sunlight through autumn leaves,
I love blossom floating in the breeze,
I love life and I want to live it,
I love sunshine through autumn leaves.
A reminder of genius with a flicker of truth,
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth,
A seed that lies dormant for a coming age,
Knowing that all of the world is a stage,
It's a stage that's now set for the alien dust,
Implanting the energy those that come first,
And all of a sudden we are born again,
Back on the wheel and in from the rain.
I love sunlight through autumn leaves,
I love blossom floating in the breeze,
I love life and I want to live it,
I love sunshine through autumn leaves.

Shine brighter than ever now (for everyone you love),
Shine the light of love right now,
Shine so brightly now,
Shine the light of love right now.

Spiral Arms (written by Tim Jones)

With spiral arms outstretched across the galaxy,
Our spirits flow with the river Nile,
Within our hearts we seek,
The spark of the eternal light,
Which brings us forth into the material realms.
In astral dreams our spirits fly,
We soar into the warmth of the inner sun,
We never fear,
Not even the darkest caves of doom.
We love you like a long lost friend,
Vibration fields of alchemy,
The transmutation of the soul,
From darkness into light...

With spiral arms outstretched across the galaxy,
Our spirits flow with the river Nile,
From darkness into light...

The Sun Is Rising (written by Tony Morland)

Blinded when pinpoint iris springs so wide,
I'm guide dog minded,
When too much seeing leaves you blind,
Don't know what my mind did,
Almost drowned by a darkened tide,
Black sea sun rising,
The sun is rising in my eyes.
The sun is rising,
The sun is rising in my eyes.
A deep light dawning,
As the darkness starts to slide,
No time for mourning,
As morning's drapes are flung aside,
The sun is rising,
The sun is rising in my eyes.
Colour play colours play,
Not monochrome,
Night to day night to day,
The sky scrape has grown,
Blown away flown away,
Light-years from home,
So take me take me take me,
Take me to the sun.
The sun is rising,
The sun is rising in my eyes.
A deep light dawning,
As the darkness starts to slide,
No time for mourning,
As morning's drapes are flung aside,
The sun is rising,
The sun is rising in my eyes.
Blasted by the pace of a glowing stride,
Amazed by vastness,
The shockwave on which I glide,
Shadow play contrasted,
Manikin strings are now untied,
The curtain's rising,
The sun is rising in my eyes.

The sun is rising,
The sun is rising in my eyes.

Opening Up The Trapdoor To Outer Space (written by Tim Jones)

Giza Cydonia Giza Cydonia,

It is all in place now,
The time is here…
Giza Cydonia Giza Cydonia,
Osiris & Isis,
Ancient Egypt.

Mazed & Mystified (written by Tony Morland)

Visions of cages in my head,
Caging the things I should have said,
Saying the things I didn't mean,
Meaning the things I left unsaid.
Day glow,
The colours inside my eyes,
God knows,
Spellbound and still tongue-tied,
So so,
See-sawed and swimming blind,
No no,
Still mazed and mystified.
Feeling the fictions we all bred,
Writing the scripts on which we fed,
Feeding the silver to our screen,
Screening the truth from which we fled.
Day glow,
The colours inside my eyes,
God knows,
Spellbound and still tongue-tied,
So so,
See-sawed and swimming blind,
No no,
Still mazed and mystified.
Where did the days go…
Visions of cages in my head,
Caging the things I should have said,
Saying the things I didn't mean,
Meaning the things I left unsaid,
Mouthing the words,
From the parts we read,
Saying my lines,
While my conscience bled,
Bleeding in the wings,
See reality scream,
Screaming at mirrors,
Till the boards we tread.
Day glow,
The colours inside my eyes,
God knows,
Spellbound and still tongue-tied,
So so,
See-sawed and swimming blind,
No no,
Still mazed and mystified.

Where did the days go…

Shine (written by Tim Jones)

I don't want to go amongst mad people…Oh, we're all made here, I'm mad, you're mad. This is after all, just one mad place amongst many. There's a huge gap for an alien. Think about it, do you really care? I mean deep down inside do you really care? The body snatchers are extremely prevalent these days. I choose to remain removed. It's too much! People are strange, very strange. I'm not! I'm the highest rung on the mammalian ladder I am. In fact, I'm from Lancashire, where are you from? There are aliens amongst us, aliens mingling, mingling, mingling… Be civil as you laugh at the mad hatters ha! Ha! Ha! The mad hatters… Hello George, hello Tony… Here comes the official alien, step right on down. Welcome to earth you ugly son of a bitch! Look at them ears; they're ridiculous! Hey, four eyes get off your spaceship and milk it! Your back wheel's catching up with your front wheel.
We have to shine the light of love right now…

Part Two

Love Is The Answer (written by Terri~B)

In infinite evolution with the stars, we rise as crystal spheres of light. We ride upon the frequencies, way beyond desire…

High in the sky,
Or deep in the ground,
Try to keep smiling,
Life's too short to frown,
Love is the answer,
So spread it around,
Over and under,
Up and down.
Love is the answer,
All we need is love.

55,000 Airmen (written by Tim Jones & Terri~B)

55,000 never came back!
55,000 hells on earth,
For you for me,
For them…poppies,
(Oh my son will I ever see you again?)
Choice, their choice, I choose, I will,
Choice…destiny,
For earth below,
For you for me.
55,000 never came back!
No answer but doom,
Doom down the years,
For you for me,
Lessons unlearnt,
Uncaring children soon forget,
(I love you daddy, please hurry home. I love you daddy),
It sounds so stupid,
It sounds so ignorant,
I am so ashamed but I did not know,
55,000 never came back!
Where are you now?
Can you hear me?
Shock on realization of death,
You are dead,
You there,
Where ever you are,
You are dead,
Us here you there… bewildered,
Why,
(Forgive me).
55,000 never came back!
55,000 hells on earth,
55,000 hells in a metal dispensing room in the sky,
Killing for freedom?
Back room Johnnies,
Public school boys,
Jolly good show!
Go out there and get your bloody legs blown off!
Voice of the puppet master:
At least that's 55,000 less of the buggers to threaten our supremacy. They've got far too much courage, far too much faith and too much power is in their hands to change our plans. It's us and them!)
Voice on the street:
And where are we now? I'm asking you, where are we now? 97 percent of the wealth owned by 2 percent of the population in this country. Mass unemployment. Dismantling of our children's education, dismantling of their future. Dismantling of the Health Service… fear… terror! You can't even walk down the road without wondering who's going to clobber you on the back of the head!

Voice of Inquiry:
Faces no longer in our genes like lost Neanderthals. Lost fathers. Lost sons. Put yourself in their shoes my brothers. Can you imagine what it was like? Can you imagine what it was like?

Part Three

THE MOON (written by Tim Jones & Terri~B)

Just a stone's throw from the Sun,
Third in line and heaven sent,
Chosen for this gift of life,
All of this we sacrifice,
All we need is given here,
In this sacred golden sphere,
But we've lost the will to care,
For our mother planet fair.
And it's one small step for man, the Moon,
Maybe we will have to move there soon.
Here today, gone tomorrow,
All our fortunes lost in sorrow,
For there is no turning back,
Not much time to change our act,
Maybe we should educate,
Not just fill our selves with hate,
Maybe we should learn to care,
Learn to love this planet fare.
And it's one small step for man, the Moon,
Maybe we will have to move there soon.
We can see you Icarus,
Flying far too near the Sun,
Your father tried to teach you sense,
But now we sing your sad lament,
It's as if we've lost our minds,
Whilst the blind lead on the blind,
If only we would seek and find,
The answers that would save mankind.

And it's one small step for man, the Moon,
Maybe we will have to move there soon.

ORION (written by Tim Jones & Terri~B)

They built Orion here on Earth,
In image of their astral home,
Celestial birthplace of the wise,
Yet we say we are alone,
Secrets locked in ancient rhyme,
We may decipher, there's still time,
There are those who will never learn,
But they are not of their concern.
There are those who seek Orion,
There are those who long to touch its face,
Orion.
They built their beacons here on Earth,
The master builders knew the way,
To span the cosmic bridge of space,
Their precious knowledge here to stay,
For we have all a mind to travel,
Where there's a will there is a way,
Just how long can we ignore it?
For it comes closer every day.
There are those who seek Orion,
There are those who long to touch its face,
Orion.
Secrets out, there is no secret,
Only we confuse the signs,
Though it may seem like a riddle,
Just a puzzle to mankind,
Know you well they stooped to conquer,
But not only Earthly foe,
Some would call it Alchemy,
The seeds they sought to sow.

There are those who seek Orion,
There are those who long to touch its face,
Orion.

Give Us Back Our Heaven (written by Terri~B)

Long ago they landed here,
From far, far away,
Gentle spirits, kind and wise,
It was a lovely day,
They saw the people on this earth,
And they felt despair,
They knew that what they had to do,
Was teach us how to care,
They showed us how to be aware,
Of land and sea and sky,
They gave us all the answers,
To what and where and why,
And then a tearful parting,
They had to say farewell,
Hoping in their heart of hearts,
That things would all go well,
They went away to go to sleep,
And wait upon a call,
Can you hear me?
Wake up; wake up,
Come back and save us,
We need you,
It's madness here,
We're living in hell,
Give us back our heaven!

The Judas Kiss (written by Tony Morland)

Crazy like a madding flood,
The eager crush runs out in blood,
The Jesus nut starts to unwind,
Grave robbers hear the sound of wood,
Quisling good friend sharpens knife,
Shuffles your coil with his hands so slight,
Iron maiden closing on your open mind,
Kamikaze fool, abhorring suicide.
And then we hear the prowling,
The padding of heavy paws,
And then we hear the growling,
Bare- fanged, the snap of jaws.
But still you've got to trust me,
After all I wear a suit,
No no you've got to trust me,
After all man I don't wear a suit,
You've really got to trust me,
I'm a chameleon of truth,
Still you've got to trust me,
You've really got to trust me.
Hungry like a forest fire,
No dating Satan's hot desire,
In angels clothing demons hide,
No wider smile than that of a liar.
You've really got to trust me!
Thorn within the rose bouquet,
Garland turns to tourniquet,
A sugar coated cyanide,
The dagger's just a kiss away.
And then we hear the prowling,
The padding of heavy paws,
And then we hear the growling,
Bare- fanged, the snap of jaws.

But still you've got to trust me,
After all I wear a suit,
No no you've got to trust me,
After all man I don't wear a suit,
You've really got to trust me,
I'm a chameleon of truth,
Still you've got to trust me,
You've really got to trust me.

Lie Again (written by Tim Jones & Terri~B)

And so it seems,
We've turned this earth,
Into a world of frantic motion,
Never knowing,
If we're coming or we're going,
Never showing our emotion,
We lose ourselves in our devotion,
(We lose ourselves in the commotion).
Anticipating politicians advocating,
If at first you don't succeed,
Lie; lie again.
And to add to the confusion,
There does not seem to be a solution,
We just adopt the latest fashion,
We thank you for your contribution,
That sinking feeling,
More pollution,
Waiting for the revolution,
That sinking feeling,
More pollution,
Ecological evolution.
Isn't it strange?
How we can change our minds,
And rearrange our notions,
Never thinking of the forests,
Never thinking of the ocean,
We lose ourselves in our devotion,
(We lose ourselves in the commotion).
Anticipating politicians advocating,
If at first you don't succeed,
Lie; lie again.

And to add to the confusion,
There does not seem to be a solution,
We just adopt the latest fashion,
We thank you for your contribution,
That sinking feeling,
More pollution,
Waiting for the revolution,
That sinking feeling,
More pollution,
Ecological evolution.

Back Lash (written by Tony Morland)

Let loose the dogs of peace,
As the missiles start to rust,
Stand blinking in the new light,
And the settling of the dust.
We have a new world order,
So we hope and so we pray,
But watch out for the men in suits,
For they never go away.
Standing in the back-ground,
The men behind the scenes,
Waiting for their moment,
And the gnawing of their schemes.
We have a new world order,
So we hope and so we pray,
But watch out for the men in suits,
For they never go away.
Set free the birds of peace,
Watch the balance of the scales.
No diplomacy in money,
No love lost where there's cash,
So never turn your back my friend,
And invite an old back-lash.
No diplomacy in money,
No love lost where there's cash.
We have a new world order,
So we hope and so we pray,
But watch out for the men in suits,
For they never go away.
Don't ever trust an old cat,
For the cat has many----tales.

Never drop your guard my friend,
And taste the old guard's lash.

The General Erection (written by Tim Jones & Terri~B)

We've had a general erection,
And the politicians have had a hard on,
We don't know where they're coming from,
But ours is not to reason why.
Do you know that pigs can fly?
Right up high in the sky!
Do you know that pigs can fly?
Way up high up in the sky!
It's sad to see their skulking faces,
Crawling through the mist,
The pale-faced bastards,
Getting even.
Do you know that pigs can fly?
Way up high up in the sky!
Don't you know that pigs can fly?
Way up high up in the sky!
They care you see,
So passionately,
So devoutly do they pray,
But deep inside,
With lizard eyes,
Chameleon in nature,
With vampire lust,
They will suck the light from your very soul.
Do you know that pigs can fly?
Way up high up in the sky!
We've had a general erection,
And the politicians have had a hard on,
We've had a general erection,
And the politicians have had their way with you.

The flying pigs,
The flying politicians,
The flying politician pigs,
The flying pig politicians.

Merlin…You Left Your Hat (written by Tim Jones)

He walks through the door, bold as brass and calm as a cucumber he exclaims "Science is a load of shite and I won't tolerate this nonsense anymore. I'm sick of this shit! Leading people down the garden path as if they had no right to think for themselves. Science is all there is and all you can see all around you can be explained by science. What a load of bollocks!
What about the things you can't see which are the fundamental basis on which the things you can see are built? There is nothing beyond this terrestrial frequency nonsense. This world is all there is mentality, daft bastards! I can't abide them. 666 is the number of the beast in man, that's the point! These arseholes want us to believe that the beast somehow acquired intelligence later through evolution. The beast built Stonehenge. The beast built the Great Pyramid. The beasts ate each other and banged the rocks together and were an all-round bunch of silly sods!
You're talking about my family here, my group soul and I'm supposed to take it like a man and deny that I ever existed before. This reality is the end result of creation. They created the beast. God's outside, he's not inside of everyone waiting to manifest, if only the doddery twats would wake up!
God will send you to purgatory if you don't allow yourself to be manipulated, first through the Church and then if that fails the Media or whatever other load of bollocks they utilise.
It's you that you have to face, now and for all eternity. This is just one school amongst many. This dense, thick, murky, colourless, unimaginative, heartless plain of consciousness.
I'll show them! They're going to see things that will knock them for six! They're going to get chucked over the side where they belong, spirit-sucking vampires! I've been quiet for too long. They're blocking the spiritual evolution of the whole universe and it has to stop! See you later!"

Then he promptly storms out of the room in a cloud of multi-coloured smoke. I looked at the place where he'd been standing in astonishment and I thought to myself "Oh! No not again". I shouted after him… "Hey Merlin… You've forgotten your bloody hat!"

Ignorance Insane (written by Tim Jones & Terri~B)

We all live in a hurry,
Our lives are full of worry,
We're tired of watching you,
Take pleasure from our pain,
You don't want to know about it,
Won't do a thing about it,
We're all so mad about it,
It's a crying shame.
But you won't grind us down,
And you won't break our bones,
And you may throw sticks and stones,
And regret it in the end.
We're standing in the shadow,
Of life's eternal battle,
We all get pushed around,
And forced to stand in line,
Forget the sad and lonely,
You are the one and only,
The only ones you ever think of are yourselves.
But you won't grind us down,
And you won't break our bones,
And you may throw sticks and stones,
And regret it in the end.
We say your truth is phoney,
That you are lying only,
You are a government of ignorance insane,
Your only god is money,
And you may think it's funny,
To con us all into believing you are sane.
But you won't grind us down,
And you won't break our bones,
And you may throw sticks and stones,
And regret it in the end.

Our shattered spirits broken,
Trapped by our life's devotion,
Who are we fighting,
But the slaves within ourselves,
Our lives too short for sorrow,
Give us a new tomorrow,
Don't let our children think,
We couldn't give a damn.

Hard World (written by Tim Jones)

It's a hard world,
You've got to be hard,
Like everyone else,
It's a hard world,
That's going to fall very soon.
It's a tough world,
You've got to be better,
Than everyone else,
It's a tough world,
That's going to fall very soon.
Competition is everything,
When market forces dominate,
Advertising seeks your soul,
Do you know?
You don't know you know anything.
It's a hard world,
You've got to be hard,
Like everyone else,
It's a hard world,
That's going to fall very soon.
It's a tough world,
You've got to be better,
Than everyone else,
It's a tough world,
That's going to fall very soon.
Propping up the state,
While the peasants starve,
Like a piggy in the middle,
What a picture you have carved,
On the hearts of the masses,
Made redundant when it all breaks down.
It's a hard world,
You've got to be hard,
Like everyone else,
It's a hard world,
It's going to fall very soon.
It's a tough world,
You've got to be better,
Than everyone else,
It's a tough world
(Rome is falling mate and not a minute too soon).
In this wilderness,
Full of greediness and selfishness,
We need to know and hear the truth,
That shines within,
And lights our way to freedom.
It's a hard world,
You've got to be hard,
Like everyone else,
It's a hard world,
It's going to fall very soon.

It's a hard blow,
That shatters the mirror of illusion,
It's a hard blow,
That's going to fall very soon.

To Prodigals Guide (written by Tony Morland)

I walk new ways; my fear is brave,
Old ghosts fall to the floor,
I set new scenes; I dare to dream,
Adrift I find the shore,
Day's-end release and night's new peace,
You grew my soul so clean,
A strange new quiet after inner riots,
Now it's my grass that is green.
You took my soul and gave me liberty,
You took my mind and set my thinking free,
You took my heart and gave me eyes to see
You took my love and gave it back to me.
The death of pain the beast is slain,
Those fears fly from my skull,
No humble pies I clear the skies,
My eyes see through old wool.
You took my soul and gave me liberty,
You took my mind and set my thinking free,
You took my heart and gave me eyes to see
You took my love and gave it back to me.
New golden- fleece labyrinth's release,
And water turns to wine,
No alchemist quest with a green-eyed zest,
Now it's my life that is mine.

You took my soul and gave me liberty,
You took my mind and set my thinking free,
You took my heart and gave me eyes to see,
You took my love and gave it back to me.

Daydream In The Slipstream (written by Tim Jones & Terri~B)

Fearless as the day is long,
Like a dragon in the moonlight,
Like a red sky in the morning,
Giving us all a warning.
Daydream in the slipstream,
Daydream, what does it all mean?
Living in a daydream,
We've got to wake up.
Every season has a reason,
For changing as the earth spins,
Like a snowflake or a comet,
Or an earthquake when the world moves.

Daydream in the slipstream,
Daydream, what does it all mean?
Living in a daydream,
We've got to wake up.

Painted Stone (written by Tim Jones & Terri~B)

Once there was a painted stone, which we thought we had no use for. But it was all right, pretty useful really. You could use it for knocking in a nail or tapping out a tune on the pipe you burst when you were knocking in a nail. That's all right because the man down the road in the domestic appliance shop has a rivet gun and he won't take a pound for it. You can sit down and have a cup of tea and a jolly good laugh with the painted stone. There isn't any water coming out of it (thank you Steve). The thermometer covered it up and you can't read the temperature because it's too hot. We love the painted stone..

Feel It (written by Tim Jones & Terri~B)

From ancient voices,
A ghostly refrain,
Surely you feel it,
Like a gentle rain,
Pick up the signal,
Tune in your mind,
It's all very simple,
It's a joy that binds us all.
Feel it.
Into the warm light,
Out of the gloom,
Softly we sing,
As we dance,
In the moonlight.
Feel It.
We are in half-light,
Lifting the veil,
Trying to wake you up,
Doomed if we fail,
We bring no sorrow,
We know only love,
There is no tomorrow,
Only heaven above,
It's all here right now,
In this moment of time,
It's all here within you,
All reason and rhyme.

Feel it.

Apparitions - Part Four

Land Of Mirrors (written by Tim Jones)

The esoteric is a load of codswallop,
Yet you spend half of your life asleep,
Where do you go oh wandering one?
Is it only imagination that takes you there?
Land of mirrors,
Sea of dreams,
Do you know the scheme?
The grand design,
Casting runes for divination,
To see the timeless knowledge that they bring,
Is it such a dangerous thing?
Land of mirrors,
Sea of dreams.
Into worlds unknown we sing,
Of fearless spirits in our midst,
Hearing only truth on wings,
Of flaming tongues of fire.
Epic scenes of Trojan horse,
Invade the night,
Infiltrating sorry plight,
Of those that know but cannot tell.
Land of mirrors,
Sea of dreams.
You shall not know from whence they came,
Not that they would ever take the blame,
They only seek to take you there,
Heaven only knows just where,
That's for them to know,
And you to find out,
Good luck!
Where am I?
What is this place?
I do not understand,
I do not understand illusion land.
Land of mirrors,
Sea of dreams.

A rolling stone gathers no moss,
A stout heart knows no ignorance.

Weapons Of Mass Deception (written by Tim Jones)

In the grip of insanity,
We just go about our daily lives,
Living out our fantasies,
In a dream like state,
Anaethsetised we drift,
In time honoured fashion,
To our doom.
While they're winning over minds,
With their weapons of mass deception,
We follow the leader,
Like lambs to the slaughter,
The way of the wise is not sought after,
As we become,
So much cannon fodder,
The top five percent take the lot,
They steal the world from under your nose,
For we are blind and we cannot see…

Isn't it obvious now?
We live in the illusion of democracy.

Lack In Design (written by Tony Morland)

Watch the spider build its web,
Hear the feather cut the air,
See the structure of the eye,
The hand of god is everywhere,
What would happen in between?
Waiting for the bridge to span,
I can't see into the dark,
There must be a greater plan.
Those who reached up to the leaves,
Saw the others fall and die,
A happenstance of Darwin luck,
With no scheme of how and why,
You know the Pterodactyl bone,
Is honeycombed to help it fly,
But no target meeting team,
And no draughtsman in the sky.
I'd parked on yellow lines,
And I made the warden's day,
He saw the oozy in my hand,
And he let me drive away,
No design to avoid a fine,
When I'd walked out with my gun,
Right time, right place, right thing,
Where something needed to be done.

Life will find a way,
Will find its own way,
There is no reason why,
We just have to do and die,
Life will find a way.

Puppet Masters (written by Tim Jones & Terri~B).

The children's war,
The war on children,
The killing fields,
Their blood on the hands of puppet masters.
Here we go looby-loo,
Here we go looby-lie,
Here we go looby-loo,
All on a Saturday night.
They do not care,
If they give children nightmares.
Here we go looby-loo,
Here we go looby-lie,
Here we go looby-loo,
All on a Saturday night.
Their terrified eyes do not haunt them,
Or their twisted dead bodies on television.
Here we go looby-loo,
Here we go looby-lie,
Here we go looby-loo,
All on a Saturday night.
Inflicting pain,
"Come on guys, let's kick some fuckin' ass"
Beware of the puppet masters - looby-loo,
Beware of the puppet masters - looby-lie.

Dangling on the strings of the puppet masters,
All on a Saturday night.

Avatar (written by Tim Jones)

Avatar, free, ahead of your time,
Don't let them catch you,
And change you into empty space,
Lonely places, even now,
They would block out your light,
Stop your flight of spirit night,
Your love of life.
We know there are more like you,
And heaven is a place on earth.
Avatar.
He does exist, opposing hell.

Oh the dread they bring, the evil ones, so many. You are few, so many say but come the day, and even now, your numbers are expanding. How do you know so much so young, such everlasting peace of mind? Such non-aggression; floating free. Show us the way that leads back to life, life that we all know deep within. It makes me feel so proud to call you brother, kindred spirit. May I never let you down.

Eternal Internal Development (written by Tim Jones & Terri~B)

We try to see the meaning in the meaningless. We try to hide our feelings whilst we open the debate on endless views on nothing and the stranger at the gate whilst the aliens are landing as we pull the drawbridge up. And the spirits that have fallen from their glorious state of grace sing the praises of the shallow people who just cannot feel. The gibbet and the gallows where we pillory the few who might just have the answer and are offering a clue to internal development, eternal development…

Bloody Fuckin' Wanker (written by Tim Jones & Terri~B)

Watch out for that eagle,
He'll tear your throat out!
Watch out for that eagle,
He'll tear your throat out,
And spit it in the road.
It's not a moon,
It's a spaceship,
Aquatic hibernation,
Awaken BBC,
You'll have to tell us all about it,
When their landing's on TV.
Oh god, won't you come down?
Won't you save us from ourselves?
How long must we wait?
This is what we ask ourselves.
We can all have a good natter,
Argue across the nation,
On the right station,
Don't touch that dial!
Oh god, won't you come down?
Won't you save us from ourselves?
How long must we wait?
This is what we ask ourselves.
Watch out for that eagle,
He'll tear your throat out!
Watch out for that eagle,
He'll tear your throat out,
And spit it in the road.
Evil works through you - killer!
Genocide expert,
Final solution inventor,
Inflictor of pain,
Still alive and well,
In the 21st century,
Welcome to another century,
Of wars and more bloodshed.
Oh god, won't you come down?
(He's just a fake)
Won't you save us from ourselves?
(We're kidding ourselves. He's just a fake)

How long must we wait?
This is what we ask ourselves.

The Goal That's Set Beyond Football (written by Tim Jones & Terri~B).

We think that we are lost sons of bitches, adrift in a sea of shit. We say we can't tell our arse from our elbow. We think that justice is a con man that leads the ship of fools. We think that life is very cheap, a commodity in fact, at least to those that try to rule us, trick us into chains.
A world without pain is a common refrain. Empty promises and here we go again.
Do you think that we'll ever get it right instead of turning it all to shite?
We infiltrate the netherworlds for that's where you are. Didn't you realise you are the star, the star of the show and the talk of the bar? It doesn't matter where you are, we will find you. You can be sure for you cannot see us, we are see-through but we know all the ways to get through to you. We'll stick with you like glue until you pander to our sad refrain. We said before we are before the ones that came before you. What makes you think you're so special? You are so egotistical.
Away in a manger.
I'm sorry if I sound a little strange but I have a cold and I'm very old and the ancient part of me knows the world is mad! The hereafter is only a promise and we don't know if we're blind to the truth. Guided by an unseen hand that puts all of our lives in jeopardy.
An unfortunate faith in con men bigger than their boots, in expensive suits, gleaming in the photo opportunity. These green-eyed lizards, servants of the snake whilst giving snakes a very bad name.
The truth will out and the game is up and desperate men use desperate methods. The mind control and blind desire. For they truly cannot see the point of setting free the hearts and souls of men and the goddess in all women.
The goal that's set beyond football.
The eternal flame of home, the place we emanate from in the centre of our very being. In the holy, wondrous universe where time does not exist.

Manifest Your Magick (written by Tim Jones & Terri~B)

Manifest your magick,
Don't hide it in a box,
Manifest your magick,
Don't chain it up,
And call it your heart.
Manifest your magick,
Beam it far and wide,
Life's a great adventure,
Or it's nothing much at all.
Manifest your magick,
Don't make it disappear,
Manifest your magick,
Don't deny that it exists,
And call it your soul.
Manifest your magick,
Beam it far and wide,
Life's a great adventure,
Or it's nothing much at all.

Manifest your magick,
Beam it far and wide,
Life's a great adventure!

The Gremlin Song (written by Tim Jones & Terri~B)

A gremlin sits upon the stair,
Tell me what are you doing there?
Get ye back where you belong,
Do you know the gremlin song?
We cast you out,
You demon fool,
You who shady places rule,
Your blood is cold,
Just like your eyes,
You are the fool who mocks the wise,
We cast you out,
You demon fool,
You who shady places rule,
Your blood is cold,
Just like your eyes,
There is no love within your heart.
Get ye back where you belong,
Do you know the gremlin song?
A gremlin sits upon the stair,
Tell me what are you scheming there?
Get ye back where you belong,
Do you know the gremlin song?
We cast you out,
You demon fool,
You who shady places rule,
Your blood is cold,
Just like your eyes,
You are the fool who mocks the wise,
We cast you out,
You demon fool,
You who shady places rule,
Your blood is cold,
Just like your eyes,
There is no love within your heart.

Get ye back where you belong,
Do you know the gremlin song?
The gremlin song!

Light On The Horizon (written by Tim Jones)

There's a light on the horizon,
Keep moving, moving forward,
We need to see clearly,
And not be distracted,
By worldly illusions,
And tactical projections of thought.
They'll make you a sinner,
And eat you for dinner,
If you cannot be stronger,
And go on no longer,
You will have failed,
In your mission in life.
There's a light on the horizon,
And you must remain positive.
(Don't let them feed you that negative bullshit man and change your vibration, so you'll dance to their tune).
Without cannon fodder,
They'll all be gonners,
They know this precisely,
As they block out the light.
Oh dear, what a mess,
What a cock-up,
With no redress,
Blast and dammit!
We've been rumbled,
And we're in it,
Up to our aprons.
What's the matter?
You sick fuckers,
With your demons,
And your money,
(Your mother sucks cockles in shells).
What a concept,
(An immaculate concept)
What a corker,
Very clever, very dapper.

You're the kings of dark places,
Utter carnage, rotten apples,
Pity you in your sewerage,
You certainly are the biggest shits we've ever come across!
Why don't you fuck off from whence you came!
The new worried Order,
You sick fuckers!