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The Rabbitís Hat Ė ďOnwards & UpwardsĒ
All lyrics written by Tony Morland

Just Can't Stand It

When you know your beating heart,
Has just leapt into your mouth,
You canít stand it, just canít stand it,
When you feel the iron band,
Start to tighten round your head,
You canít stand it, just canít stand it.

Donít stand around,
Donít stand and stare,
Just stand your ground,
But donít stand there.

Canít stand the heat, canít stand the stress,
Canít stand the beach, canít stand the press,
And you know, I canít stand it,
I just donít understand it.

When you try to touch the sun,
But your boots are made of lead,
You canít stand it, just canít stand it,
When youíre striving for the surface,
And the sharks are at your feet,
You canít stand it, just canít stand it,
When you see a lifelong friend,
And feel the need to cross the street,
You canít stand It, just canít stand it.

Donít stand around,
Donít stand and stare,
Just stand your ground,
But don't stand there.

Canít stand the heat, canít stand the stress,
Canít stand the beach, canít stand the press,
And you know, I canít stand it,
I just donít understand it.

When you bathe in milk and honey,
See the ants are on the march,
You canít stand it, just canít stand it,
When you bite into the fruit,
And then you see the maggotís trace,
You canít stand it, just canít stand it
When you spectate from the sides,
And you watch that human race,
You canít stand it, just canít stand it.

Donít stand around,
Donít stand and stare,
Just stand your ground,
But donít stand there.

Canít stand the heat, canít stand the stress,
Canít stand the beach, canít stand the press,
And you know, I canít stand it,
I just donít understand it

Sweetmeats Of The Dead

Vanity,
The wanting of the vain,
Parading all your glamour,
On a catwalk of disdain,
I know your credit rating,
I know your street display,
I know I have what you want,
So kindly step this way.

Come into my parlour,
And never mind the web,
Never mind the other flies,
You know that I have bled,
Iíll do you a deal,
Not just any kind of deal,
Itís the kind of deal you need,
Just to make your life complete.

Iíll spin you a line,
Iíll love you like a ghoul,
You make my senses drool,
Like a butcher to his meat,
As a spider to a fly,
I know your heartís desire,
Iíll make you want what I want,
Woven in strands of fire.

Come into my parlour,
And never mind the web,
Never mind the other flies,
You know that I have bled.

Iíll make you want what I want,
The sweetmeats of the dead.
Many offers, many terms,
Many legs, many eyes,
Many strings to all my tasty bows,
So welcome little flies.

Come into my parlour,
And never mind the web,
Never mind the other flies,
You know that I have bled,
Iíll do you a deal,
Not just any kind of deal,
Itís the kind of deal you need,
Just to make your life complete.

Iíll make you want what I want.

Hunger,
The hunger of the vein,
Gnawing at your very soul,
As you try to hide the pain,
I know your bodyís aching,
I know how you decay,
I know I have what you want,
So kindly step this way.

Come into my parlour,
And never mind the web,
Never mind the other flies,
You know that I have bled,
I'll do you a deal,
Not just any kind of deal,
Itís the kind of deal you need,
Just to make your life complete.

Iíll make you want what I want

Outsiders

Donít show me your white feathers,
Donít show me your silhouette,
Donít show me your little weakness,
Donít show me your lifeís regret,
Donít show me the gods you worship,
Donít show me the gods you lack,
And when we deal our cards out,
Donít stand out from the pack.

Outsiders, weíre a decent sort,
Outsiders, itís a decent place,
Itís a decent place,
Without the likes of them.

Outsiders, devil riders,
Satanís on the prowl,
Cowering in the fire glow,
And fearing the scavengerís howl,
Outsiders, backsliders,
And none that you can trust,
Hating what we donít know,
And killing in disgust.

Outsiders, weíre a decent sort,
Outsiders, itís a decent place,
Itís a decent place,
Without the likes of them.

Donít show me your bastard children,
Donít show me your herbal craft,
Donít show me your stranger clothing,
Donít show me dodging the draft,
Donít show me your unholy lover,
Donít show me your white is black,
And when the dogs are hungry,
Donít stand out from the pack.

Outsiders, weíre a decent sort,
Outsiders, itís a decent place,
Itís a decent place,
Without the likes of them

More than ashes, More Than Dust

Beauty dies to live,
And the beast lives so beauty might,
The plastic rose is most beautiful,
In the mindís first sight,
It has no life in the waxwork tower,
While the real rose blossoms before the blight,
Nurtured by deathís preserving power.

Glasshouse spawn screams in pain,
Time has cut the diamond childís vein,
Their fight will heat them to oblivion,
And out of the destruction will come the change,
From the dead man might come a new sun.

Hangmanís noose could be hanging manís cord,
That birth could be another stars word,
Chance and change are the bones of infinity,
Shroud to swaddling and phallus to sword,
The same script is flowing through me.

Glasshouse spawn screams in pain,
Time has cut the diamond childís vein,
Their fight will heat them to oblivion,
And out of the destruction will come the change,
From the dead man might come a new sun.

Darwin On The Shelf

When cells divide, evolutionís riptide,
Climbing from amino seas,
The future repays those short forays,
From the safety of the trees,
Neither talon nor claw,
Nor fang of carnivore,
Beats the grip of opposing thumb,
The blood that flowed,
Upon the winding road,
Itís a long way that weíve come.

The biggest, the brightest,
The hottest, the whitest,
Itís a natural selection,
Itís Darwin on the shelf.

Godís right hand, we make our stand,
Thus further and no more,
We fight from here, only fear to fear,
Coloured red in truth and lore.

The latest, the newest,
The greatest, the bluest,
Itís a natural selection,
Itís Darwin on the shelf.

Our ancestral pride, lost on some wayside,
Evolution takes a final bow,
From cell to sell, bid our future farewell,
For fashion drives selection now,
Neither talon nor claw,
Nor fang of carnivore,
Beats the grip of opposing thumb,
The blood that flowed,
Upon the winding road,
It's a long way that weíve come.

The youngest, the tightest,
The lightest, the richest,
The cleanest, the meanest,
The leanest, the fittest,

It's a natural selection,
Itís Darwin on the shelf.

Too Dumb To Crawl

A very civil servant,
Diplomatic, quiet life, tact,
Couldnít play no street crime fighter,
For thatís a hard beat to act,
Always kept his blue true,
No false pride before a fall,
The quiet man, good pension bound,
Knew the secret of when to crawl.

He died without the music,
He died without a drum,
He died in silent solitude,
There was no one left to come.

I won't die without the music,
I wonít die facing the wall,
Cause you know that my main problem is,
Iím just too dumb to crawl.

Typecast secretary,
She was sentenced nine to five,
Short handed sheís the stalwart,
Deskbound by family ties,
Never became a target,
Camouflaged she looked so small,
The quiet wife loving quiet life,
Knew the secret of how to crawl.

She died without the music,
She died without a drum,
She died in silent solitude,
There was no one left to come.

I wonít die without the music,
I wonít die facing the wall,
Cause you know that my main problem is,
Iím just too dumb to crawl.

Remember Rebel Rebel,
Rebel without a cause,
Remember right is on your side,
And being shown so many doors,
So boxed into a cul-de-sac,
I was always a pain in the balls,
Vociferous in my grievances,
I was just too dumb to crawl.

I wonít die without the music,
I wonít die facing the wall,
Cause you know that my main problem is,
Iím just too dumb to crawl.

Land Of Strange

I see the sky behind the clear glass,
I see man beyond the bars,
I see the waters filled with marsh gas,
I see debris blocking the stars,
I see the tunnels with no ending,
I see the ladders we canít climb,
I see the hearts that feel no rending,
I see frustration killing time.

Take me away now,
Take me to the land of strange,
I'm hamstered in my wheel life,
Tell me who are the deranged,
Tell me who are the real crazies,
Tell me who is mister norm,
In extremes of ice and fire,
All I want to be is warm.

I see the roads that drive in circles,
I see the maze that we must love,
I see the webs that we untangle,
I see the four-fingered glove,
I see the crimes without a reason,
I see no sense in sensible,
I see the melting of our seasons,
I see the fall in fallible.

Take me away now,
Take me to the land of strange,
Iím hamstered in my wheel life,
Tell me who are the deranged,
Tell me who are the real crazies,
Tell me who is mister norm,
In extremes of ice and fire,
All I want to be is warm.

Who calls the daily firestorm?
Who controls the sniperís eye?
Who tries to stop lifeís ripples?
Who says that who must die?
Who topples lonely towers?
Who cuts our samsoned hair?
Who throws the dice on our lives?
Who said that life was fair?

Take me away now,
Take me to the land of strange,
Iím hamstered in my wheel life,
Tell me who are the deranged,
Tell me who are the real crazies,
Tell me who is mister norm,
In extremes of ice and fire,
All I want to be is warm.

I see the sane beyond all reason,
I see the mad are past all care,
I see the swimmers who are drowning,
I see the drowning walk on air,
I see the gluttons who are starving,
I see the starving eating cake,
I see the childís belief in grownups,
I see that as my first mistake.

Take me away now,
Take me to the land of strange,
Iím hamstered in my wheel life,
Tell me who are the deranged,
Tell me who are the real crazies,
Tell me who is mister norm,
In extremes of ice and fire,
All I want to be is warm.

Creative Accounting

I know that there are spiderís webs,
I know that there are flies,
I know that there are two-faced masks,
For Iíve seen them in my eyes,
I know that swords are double edged,
I know of Hobsonís Choice,
I know the sound of forked tongues,
For Iíve heard them in my voice.

Iíve lied myself blue in the face,
Iíve lied till Iíve seen red,
Iíve told lies that are coloured white,
And lies as black as the dead,
Iíve lied to green young innocents,
Iíve lied to yellow ghouls,
Iíve lied a rainbowís every shade,
While I paint myself a fool.

Did my time there as a liar,
Did my time there as a con,
Point my finger at the mirror,
And find the one who got it wrong.

I know there are assassins,
I know that there are spies,
I know that there are hidden truths,
For Iíve found them in my lies,
I know that allís not what it seems,
I know of Pepperís Ghost,
I know the lure of mirage dreams,
For Iíve heard them in my boast.

Iíve lied myself blue in the face,
Iíve lied till Iíve seen red,
Iíve told lies that are coloured white,
And lies as black as the dead,
Iíve lied to green young innocents,
Iíve lied to yellow ghouls,
Iíve lied a rainbowís every shade,
While I paint myself a fool.

Did my time there as a liar,
Did my time there as a con,
Point my finger at the mirror,
And find the one who got it wrong.

Changing The Guard

Weíre all of us caught by this prisonís bricks and mortar,
And the cats look down like Romans at the slaughter,
And we asked for help from the sister and the daughter,
But all they want to do is change the sex of the guards.

And the men with guns were only meant to scare us,
But the women with guns were really sent to scare us,
Yet the kids with guns were the ones who really scared us,
But all they want to do is change the Gods of the guards.

Weíre all locked out,
Weíre all kept in,
Looking over the walls,
That exist within,
Setting free the doves,
All black with sin,
And the chance of paradise,
Slips to manic clownís grin,
Cause all we want to do,
Is change the names of the guards.

Then the CIA got to read the situation,
And the powers that be saw the harmís proliferation,
And we all could see the case for aid donation,
But all they want to do is change the guns of the guards.

And we heard the crash as they hit the glass ceiling,
And some broke through but most lay there bleeding,
And we tried to help but soon got the feeling,
That all we want to do is change the names of the guards.

Weíre all locked out,
Weíre all kept in,
Looking over the walls,
That exist within,
Setting free the doves,
All black with sin,
And the chance of paradise,
Slips to manic clownís grin,
Cause all we want to do,
Is change the names of the guards.

Come With Me

The boy who watched the clouds,
Saw the worlds that lie between,
Saw the worlds within his mind,
And thatís where I am.

There are brushstrokes on the sky,
From a God in love with life,
Sees through the dark towards the light,
And thatís where I am.

Touch the rock beneath the soil,
See the ice that scraped it clean,
Feel the years of lifeís long dream,
And thatís where I am.

Same old wood for all the trees,
And there's just one grain of sand,
Feel the pulse of barren land,
And thatís where I am.

Tear down the veil,
Take aside the drape,
Lift up the blind,
Look through your mind,
Donít see what it is,
Just see what itís not,
Just see what might be,
And it will be,
Come with me.

Hear the voices on the wind,
While the mad grieve for the sane,
Cross a line a dreamscape wide,
And thatís where I am.

If youíre dwelling on the past,
When the future knows your name,
You leave the present all around,
And thatís where I am.

There are spaces in your body,
Where the stars are packed in tight,
Where you can wander through the night,
And thatís where I am.

Fly to castles in the air,
Play with dream shapes in the sun,
Like the boy who watched the clouds,
And thatís where I am.

Tear down the veil,
Take aside the drape,
Lift up the blind,
Look through your mind,
Donít see what it is,
Just see what itís not,
Just see what might be,
And it will be,
Come with me.

Hydra

Iím a beggar rolling in riches,
Iím an orphan with my family to spare,
Iím a pacifist selling munitions,
Iím a dynasty lacking an heir,
Iím a warder without any prisoners,
Iím a killer with a hatred of blood,
Iím a preacher without the believing,
Iím a Moses facing the flood.

Iím a liar without any stories,
Iím a glutton hating the taste,
Iím a hunter loving my quarry,
Iím a planner acting in haste,
Iím a drunkard nailed to the wagon,
Iím a blind man hating to touch,
Iím a soldier freeing the white dove,
Iím a hater loving too much.

So who is it that is singing?
Who tolls the Lutine bell?
You wonít read it in my faces,
For my faces are my shell,
I have too many faces,
And my faces are my shell.

Iím a VC helping the GI,
I'm an anarchist loving the state,
Iím a surgeon dreading the scalpel,
Iím a landmine lying in wait,
Iím a junkie loathing the needle,
Iím a pusher hating to shove,
Iím a prisoner fighting my freedom,
Iím a loner needing to love.

Look behind my faces,
See the one thatís waiting there,
You take me in your warmness,
As the shell begins to crack,
I brake free from my stances,
Drop the masks I used to wear,
So hold me in your warm grip,
For the truth is coming back.

How Did The Lady Die

Something must be done,
Itís a popular hue and cry,
But how can you see splinters,
When a forest fills your eye,
Pointing fingers at the guilty,
Pointing cameras at their prey,
When you look into the mirror,
You canít see the fault displayed.

How did the lady die?

Itís the truth of Page Three vision,
Our blindfolds and our gags,
How did the lady die?
Attaching guilt with bar-room tags,
The market sits in judgement,
Righteous chins in ceaseless wags,
It was those that scoop the riches,
Not those who buy the rags.

The Star it shines so bright tonight,
On the News of Sordid Screws,
The People have a right to know,
And the Mail it must get through

How did the lady die?

Expressing all our anguish,
In these Times of national woe,
Telegraphing my condolences,
To the Guardian of my soul.

How did the lady die?

The upon-the-sleeve heart bleeders,
Led by market milking leaders,
The vulture gossip feeders,
Well they made the lady die,
Paper Nazi lip-gloss readers,
Paparazzi spawning breeders,
Those junkie trivia needers,
Well they made the lady die.

How did the lady die?

Riding The War

I was standing in the crosshairs,
Caught in a DM Zee,
I was fighting in a strange war,
A real world refugee,
Iím finished with old camouflage,
And loveís poor mimicry,
Iím starting at the want of you,
And no painted gimmickry,
Now I'm walking the walk,
Iím walking to talk,
Iím walking past the devilís wire,
To greet mine enemy.

So keep your treaties,
And keep your peace,
I donít want a cease-fire,
Where the fire will cease,
Itís an all out war on my free-fire heart,
So take your best shot,
And blow me apart.

You blew me away,
No cries for mercy,
You blew me away,
No time for clemency,
Iím screaming eyeless in your touch.

I was stumbling through a minefield,
No bullets for my Ouzi,
Till I learned the Use of Arms,
And the skill of a mercenary,
Iím done with giving quarter,
And the white flag diplomacy,
Iím done with stalking shadows,
In a shoot to kill policy.

Now Iím walking the walk,
Iím walking to talk,
Iím walking past the devilís wire,
To greet mine enemy.

So keep your treaties,
And keep your peace,
I donít want a cease-fire,
Where the fire will cease,
Itís an all out war on my free-fire heart,
So take your best shot,
And blow me apart.

You blew me away,
No cries for mercy,
You blew me away,
No time for clemency,
Iím screaming eyeless in your touch,
Sightless in our precious agony.

Another Day, Another Hat

And then Battle Of York Gave Richard In Vain,
The times they are a-changing,
Just to stay the same,
Napoleonís face is melting,
To that of Farmer Jones,
Itís a new web of finery,
Being hung upon old bones.

Who turned the tables?
Blood enemies betrothed,
We look for our new labels,
In the old emperorís clothes.

Stealing from old sermons,
And touting those new wares,
What is it that weíre holding?
Is it stakes or is it shares?
The clones are all parading,
False hearts upon their sleeves,
When the truth has been sent spinning,
Then who can we believe?

Walk-on parts in a fable,
Loving everything we loathed,
We look for our new labels,
In the old emperorís clothes.

And those who own Godís water,
Can try to scrub you clean,
But in after-dinner laughter,
The pigs can still be seen.
For everything a price,
Another day, another hat,
Watching three blind mice,
Sharing cream with a cat.

Come join the revolution,
And send us round again,
Weíll chase ourselves in circles,
And no Daniel in the den.
And when we burn our bibles,
Like casting off a skin,
Then to find todayís religion,
We just give the wheel a spin.

Who turned the tables?
Blood enemies betrothed,
We look for our new labels,
In the old emperorís clothes.
Walk-on parts in a fable,
Loving everything we loathed,
We look for our new labels,
In the old emperorís clothes.

Watch My Sanity Dissolve

In a momentís breath I felt the stab,
And breathed the pain of new desire,
And reason drowned in roaring mire,
As warm suns dance and worlds revolve.
I reach into your gentle flame,
And hope to burn in your touch of fire,
And the madness rises ever higher,
As I watch my sanity dissolve.

I met you where the dead dance,
With the unicorns and centaurs,
Where Cain was thrown from the shores,
To the ordinary world wolves.
I dropped the gain of years,
And spurned the wisdom of inner mentors,
Giving only a pause to gaze into the pit,
And watch my sanity dissolve.

In a momentís breath I cast my skin,
And drying wings catch the light,
Alone with my hot fight,
My demons are screaming,
And no god to absolve.
Torn like a junkie,
And spiked on dangers,
That seem so painfully right,
The veils are lifted from my sight,
So I can watch my sanity dissolve.

I reach into your gentle flame,
And hope to burn in your touch of fire,
And the madness rises ever higher,
As I watch my sanity dissolve.

The Great And The Good

We have seen your many faces,
Like poor aces up your sleeves,
And your legends lost their glory,
Through the stories that you weave,
Vultures lacking patience,
Who gather for the kill,
Guided by your own god,
Who nods and rings the till.

When the gods themselves are liars,
Then who can we believe?

We smell your writhing patter,
As you flatter to deceive,
With truth upon itís last breath,
Itís a death you will not grieve,
Bottomless with hunger,
Their stomachs never fill,
Their silent eyes speak volumes,
While their mouths are never still.

When the gods themselves are liars,
Then who can we believe?

You must love your country,
And love your king,
While elders and betters,
They make the sirens sing,
All you ever do,
Is dance us to your song,
And all we ever do,
Is proudly go along,
By land and sea and air,
We scrambled out to die,
Yet we saw the temples fall,
And the gods were seen to lie.

Caring for the prize plants,
As the ants around you seethe,
Build your private ark,
While the sharks around you teethe,
Doctors with no cures,
Who cannot see the ill,
Driven by their devils,
Who charge it to our bill.

When the gods themselves are liars,
Then who can we believe?

Ignorance Is Bliss

She gazed at the stars,
And saw the fractal nature of ice,
She yearned for the wise,
Saw the light hitting her eyes,
She searched for the knowing,
Saw the universe passing her by,
And then the priest saidÖ
And that was the end of that.

I donít know what he said,
But then the world went away,
I donít know what he said,
But now I live for judgement day,
I donít know what he said,
But now Iíve got nothing to say,
I donít know what he said,
But the world is much easier this way,
Who cares what he said,
When the world is much easier this way.

She looked at the trees,
And wondered how the leaves could fall,
She stared at the night-sky,
And felt so alone and small,
She ached for the knowing,
And frustration hit the wall,
And then the priest saidÖ
And that was the end of that.

I donít know what he said,
But then the world went away,
I donít know what he said,
But now I live for judgement day,
I donít know what he said,
But now Iíve got nothing to say,
I donít know what he said,
But the world is much easier this way,
Who cares what he said,
When the world is much easier this way.

She delved in the good book,
And felt so safe and warm,
She saw the questions rising,
But turned away from that norm,
She heard the wolves of knowing,
But the shepherd spread his calm.

And then the priest saidÖ
And that was the end of that.
Who cares what he said,
When the world is much easier this way.

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