limlight81

Who can it be knocking at my door? Go 'way, don't come 'round here no more. Can't you see that it's late at night? I'm very tired, and I'm not feeling right. All I wish is to be alone; Stay away, don't you invade my home. Best off if you hang outside, Don't come in - I'll only run and hide. Who can it be now? Who can it be now? Who can it be now? Who can it be now? Who can it be knocking at my door? Make no sound, tip-toe across the floor. If he hears, he'll knock all day, I'll be trapped, and here I'll have to stay. I've done no harm, I keep to myself; There's nothing wrong with my state of mental health. I like it here with my childhood friend; Here they come, those feelings again! Who can it be now? Who can it be now? Who can it be now? Who can it be now? Is it the man come to take me away? Why do they follow me? It's not the future that I can see, It's just my fantasy Who can it be now? Who can it be now? Who can it be now? Who can it be now? Oh...Who can it be now? Oh...Who can it...Who can it... Oh...Who can it be now? Oh...yeah yeah yeah

I can't get to sleep I think about the implications Of diving in too deep And possibly the complications Especially at night I worry over situations I know WE'LL be alright Perhaps its just imagination Day after day it reappears Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear Ghosts appear and fade away Alone between the sheets Only brings exasperation It's time to walk the streets Smell the desperation At least there's pretty lights And though there's little variation It nullifies the night From overkill Day after day it reappears Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear Ghosts appear and fade away COME BACK ANOTHER DAY I can't get to sleep I think about the implications Of diving in too deep And possibly the complications Especially at night I worry over situations THAT I know will be alright It's just overkill Day after day it reappears Night after night, my heartbeat, shows the fear Ghosts appear and fade away

Dr. Heckyll works late at the laboratory Where things are not as they seem Dr. Heckyll wishes nothing more desperately Than to fulfill his dreams Letting loose with a scream in the dead of night As he's breaking new ground Trying his best to unlock all the secrets But he's not sure what he's found Dr. Heckyll is his own little guinea pig 'Cos they all think he's mad Sets his sights on the search of a lifetime And he's never, never sad Whoa oh, its off to work he goes In the name of science and all its wonders This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive They are a person who feels good to be alive This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive Believes the underdog will eventually survive Not long now till the ultimate experiment He's breaking all the rules He wants to cure all matter of imbalance In this world of fools He locks the door and looks around nervously He knows there's no one there He drinks it down and waits for some reaction To all his work and care Hey, hey he fumbles for what to say He loves the world except for all the people This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive They are a person who feels good to be alive This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive Believes the underdog will eventually survive Whoa, oh, its out at night he goes He sips easily into conversation Hey hey, he's cool in every way Sometimes he likes to sing that old black magic This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive They are a person who feels good to be alive This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive Believes the underdog will eventually survive

Settle down, an eat your peas and gravy, my boy Settle down, settle down my boy settle down Stop wasting all your time with running around the town Settle down, settle down my boy settle down Knuckle down and find a job and take some responsibility Settle down, settle down my boy settle down The future's something you should be thinking about Settle down, settle down my boy settle down Look around for a wife to start a family, my boy Settle down, settle down my boy settle down Listen toy our father and he'll tell you the same as me Settle down, settle down my boy settle down Your words would go in one ear and out the other side Don't say my head was empty and I had things to hide And you better put something away for your old age So settle down, settle down my boy settle down Settle down, settle down my boy settle down uh huh huh

Skip de skip, up the road Off to school we go "Don't you be a bad boy Johnny Don't you slip up Or play the fool" "Oh no Ma, Oh no Da, I'll be your golden boy I will obey ev'ry golden rule" Get told by the teacher Not to day-dream Told by my mother: Be good Be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good be good (Johnny) Be good be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good Be good (Johnny) Be good be good. "Are you going to play football this year, John?" "No!" "Oh, well you must be going to play cricket this year then, are you Johnny?" "No! no! no!" "Boy, you sure are a funny kid, Johnny, but I like you! So tell me, what kind of a boy are you, John?" I only like dreaming All the day long Where no one is screaming Be good be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good be good (Johnny) Be good be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good Johnny!

To live between a rock And a hard place In between time- Cruising in prime time- Soaking up the cathode rays To live between the wars In our time- Living in real time- Holding the good time- Holding on to yesterdays... You know how that rabbit feels Going under your speeding wheels Bright images flashing by Like windshields towards a fly Frozen in the fatal climb- But the wheels of time- Just pass you by... Wheels can take you around Wheels can cut you down We can go from boom to bust From dreams to a bowl of dust We can fall from rockets' red glare Down to "Brother can you spare-" Another war-another waste land- And another lost generation... It slips between your hands Like water This living in real time A dizzying lifetime Reeling by on celluloid Struck between the eyes By the big-time world Walking uneasy streets- Hiding beneath the sheets- Got to try and fill the void...

i see red it hurts my head guess it must be something that i read it's the colour of your heartbeat a rising summer sun the battle lost-or won the flash to fashion and the pulse to passion- feels red inside my head and truth is often bitter- left unsaid said red red thinking about the overhead- the underfed -couldn't we talk about something else instead? we've got mars on the horizon says the national midnight star (it's true) what you believe is what you are a pair of dancing shoes- the soviets are the blues- the reds under your bed lying- in the darkness dead ahead and the mercury is rising barometer starts to fall you know it gets to us all the pain that is learning and the rain that is burning- feel red still-go ahead you see black and white- and i see red

A world of difference A world so out of touch Overwhelmed by everything But wanting more so much- Call it blind frustration Call it blind man's bluff Call each other names- Your voices rude-your voices rough Then you learn the lesson That it's cool to be so tough Handle with kid gloves Handle with kid gloves Then you learn the lessons Taught in school won't be enough Put on your kid gloves Put on your kid gloves Then you learn the lesson That it's cool to be so tough A world of indifference Heads and hearts too full Careless of the consequence Of constant push and pull Anger got bare knuckles Anger play the fool Anger wear a crown of thorns Reverse the golden rule Then you learn the lesson That it's tough to be so cool Handle with kid gloves Handle with kid gloves Then you learn the weapons And the ways of hard-knock school Put on your kid gloves Put on your kid gloves Then you learn the lesson That it's tough to be so cool

One humanoid escapee One android on the run Seeking freedom beneath A lonely desert sun Trying to change its program Trying to change the mode- Crack the code Images conflicting Into data overload 1-0-0-1-0-0-1 S.O.S 1-0-0-1-0-0-1 In distress 1-0-0-1-0-0 Memory banks unloading Bytes break into bits Unit One's in trouble And it's scared out of its wits Guidance systems break down A struggle to exist- To resist- A pulse of dying power In a clenching plastic fist... It replays each of the days A hundred years of routines Bows its head and prays To the mother of all machines...

Things crawl in the darkness That imagination spins Needles at your nerve ends Crawl like spiders on your skin Pounding in your temples And a surge of adrenaline Every muscle tense- To fence The enemy within I'm not giving in To security under pressure I'm not missing out On the promise of adventure I'm not giving up On implausible dreams- Experience to extremes- Experience to extremes Suspicious-looking stranger Flashes you a dangerous grin Shadows across your window- Was it only trees in the wind? Every breath a static charge- A tongue that tastes like tin Steely-eyed outside to hide the enemy within... To you-is it movement or is it action? It is contact or just reaction? And you-revolution or just resistance? Is it living, or just existence? Yeah, you-it takes a little more persistence To get up and go the distance...

All that we can do is just survive All that we can do to help ourselves Is stay alive... Ragged lines of ragged grey Skeletons, they shuffle away Shouting guards and smoking guns Will cut down the unlucky ones I clutch the wire fence Until my fingers bleed A wound that will not heal- A heart that cannot feel- Hoping that the horror will recede Hoping that tomorrow- We'll all be freed Sickness to insanity Prayer to profanity Days and weeks and months go by Don't feel the hunger-too weak to cry I hear the sound of gunfire At the prison gate Are the liberators here- Do I hope or do I fear? For my father and my brother-it's too late But I must help my mother Stand up straight... Are we the last ones left alive? Are we the only human beings To survive?...

Suddenly- You were gone From all the lives You left your mark upon I remember- How we talked and drank Into the misty dawn - I hear the voices We ran by the water On the wet summer lawn - I see the foot prints I remember- - I feel the way you would - I feel the way you would Tried to believe But you know it's no good This is something That just can't be understood I remember- The shouts of joy Skiing fast through the woods - I hear the echoes I learned your love for life I feel the way that you would - I feel your presence I remember- I feel the way you would This just can't be understood...

An ill wind comes arising Across the cities of the plain There's no swimming in the heavy water- No singing in the acid rain Red alert Red alert It's so hard to stay together Passing through revolving doors We need someone to talk to And someone to sweep the floors- Incomplete Incomplete The world weighs on my shoulders But what am I to do? You sometimes drive me crazy- But I worry about you I know it makes no difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg- And I worry about you... Cruising under your radar Watching from satellites Take a page from the red book- Keep them in your sights Red alert Red alert Left and rights of passage Black and whites of youth Who can face the knowledge That the truth is not the truth? Obsolete Absolute Absalom Absalom

Lit up with anticipation We arrive at the launching site The sky is still dark, nearing dawn On the Florida coastline Circling choppers slash the night With roving searchlight beams This magic day when super-science Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams Floodlit in the hazy distance The star of this unearthly show Venting vapours, like the breath Of a sleeping white dragon Crackling speakers, voices tense Resume the final count All systems check, T minus nine As the sun and the drama start to mount The air is charged - a humid, motionless mass The crowds and the cameras, The cars full of spectators pass Excitement so thick - you could cut it with a knife Technology - high, on the leading edge of life The earth beneath us starts to tremble With the spreading of a low black cloud A thunderous roar shakes the air Like the whole world exploding Scorching blast of golden fire As it slowly leaves the ground Tears away with a mighty force The air is shattered by the awesome sound Like a pillar of cloud, the smoke lingers High in the air In fascination - with the eyes of the world We stare...

The dancer slows her frantic pace In pain and desperation, Her aching limbs and downcast face Aglow with perspiration Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire, With just the briefest pause - The flooding through her memory, The echoes of old applause. She limps across the floor And closes her bedroom door... The writer stares with glassy eyes - Defies the empty page His beard is white, his face is lined And streaked with tears of rage. Thirty years ago, how the words would flow With passion and precision, But now his mind is dark and dulled By sickness and indecision And he stares out the kitchen door Where the sun will rise no more... Some are born to move the world - To live their fantasies But most of us just dream about The things we'd like to be Sadder still to watch it die Than never to have known it For you - the blind who once could see - The bell tolls for thee...

He's a rebel and a runner He's a signal turning green He's a restless young romantic Wants to run the big machine He's got a problem with his poisons But you know he'll find a cure He's cleaning up his systems To keep his nature pure Learning to match the beat of the Old World man Learning to catch the heat of the Third World man He's got to make his own mistakes And learn to mend the mess he makes He's old enough to know what's right But young enough not to choose it He's noble enough to win the world But weak enough to lose it - He's a New World man... He's a radio receiver Tuned to factories and farms He's a writer and arranger And a young boy bearing arms He's got a problem with his power With weapons on patrol He's got to walk a fine line And keep his self-control Trying to save the day for the Old World man Trying to pave the way for the Third World man He's not concerned with yesterday He knows constant change is here today He's noble enough to know what's right But weak enough not to choose it He's wise enough to win the world But fool enough to lose it - He's a New World man...

We've got nothing to fear - but fear itself? Not pain or failure, not fatal tragedy? Not the faulty units in this mad machinery? Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry? With an iron fist in a velvet glove We are sheltered under the gun In the glory game on the power train Thy kingdom's will be done And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us... He's not afraid of your judgement He knows of horrors worse than your Hell He's a little bit afraid of dying - But he's a lot more afraid of your lying And the things that he fears Are a weapon to be held against him... Can any part of life - be larger than life? Even love must be limited by time And those who push us down that they might climb - Is any killer worth more than his crime? Like a steely blade in a silken sheath We don't see what they're made of They shout about love, but when push comes to shove They live for the things they're afraid of And the knowledge that they fear Is a weapon to be used against them...

His world is under observation - We monitor his station Under faces and the places Where he traces points of view He picks up scraps of conversation - Radio and radiation From the dancers and romancers With the answers - but no clue He'd love to spend the night in Zion He's been a long while in Babylon He'd like a lover's wings to fly on To a tropic isle of Avalon His world is under anaesthetic - Subdivided and synthetic His reliance on the giants In the science of the day He picks up scraps of information - He's adept at adaptation 'Cause for strangers and arrangers Constant change is here to stay He's got a force field and a flexible plan He's got a date with fate in a black sedan He plays fast forward for as long as he can But he won't need a bed - He's a digital man

Signals transmitted Message received Reaction making impact - Invisibly Elemental telepathy Exchange of energy Reaction making contact - Mysteriously Eye to I Reaction burning hotter Two to one Reflection on the water H to O No flow without the other Oh but how Do they make contact With one another? Electricity? Biology? Seems to me it's Chemistry Emotion transmitted Emotion received Music in the abstract - Positively Elemental empathy A change of synergy Music making contact - Naturally One, two, three - Add without subtraction Sound on sound Multiplied reaction H to O No flow without the other Oh but how Do we make contact With one another?

A hot and windy August afternoon Has the trees in constant motion With a flash of silver leaves As they're rocking in the breeze The boy lies in the grass with one blade Stuck between his teeth A vague sensation quickens In his young and restless heart And a bright and nameless vision Has him longing to depart You move me - You move me - With your buildings and your eyes Autumn woods and winter skies You move me - You move me - Open sea and city lights Busy streets and dizzy heights You call me - You call me - The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs Dances on the edge of his dream And her voice rings in his ears Like the music of the spheres The boy lies in the grass, unmoving Staring at the sky His mother starts to call him As a hawk goes soaring by The boy pulls down his baseball cap And covers up his eyes Too many hands on my time Too many feelings - Too many things on my mind When I leave I don't know What I'm hoping to find When I leave I don't know What I'm leaving behind...

Sprawling on the fringes of the city In geometric order An insulated border In between the bright lights And the far unlit unknown Growing up it all seems so one-sided Opinions all provided The future pre-decided Detached and subdivided In the mass production zone Nowhere is the dreamer Or the misfit so alone Subdivisions - In the high school halls In the shopping malls Conform or be cast out Subdivisions - In the basement bars In the backs of cars Be cool or be cast out Any escape might help to smooth The unattractive truth But the suburbs have no charms to soothe The restless dreams of youth Drawn like moths we drift into the city The timeless old attraction Cruising for the action Lit up like a firefly Just to feel the living night Some will sell their dreams for small desires Or lose the race to rats Get caught in ticking traps And start to dream of somewhere To relax their restless flight Somewhere out of a memory Of lighted streets on quiet nights...

A certain measure of innocence Willing to appear naive A certain degree of imagination A measure of make-believe A certain degree of surrender To the forces of light and heat A shot of satisfaction In a willingness to risk defeat Celebrate the moment As it turns into one more Another chance at victory Another chance to score The measure of the moment Is a difference of degree Just one little victory A spirit breaking free One little victory The greatest act can be One little victory A certain measure of righteousness A certain amount of force A certain degree of determination Daring on a different course A certain amount of resistance To the forces of the light and love A certain measure of tolerance A willingness to rise above

Unstable condition, A symptom of life, In mental and environmental change. Atmospheric disturbance, The feverish flux Of human interface and interchange. The impulse is pure; Sometimes our circuits get shorted By external interference. Signals get crossed And the balance distorted By internal incoherence. A tired mind become a shape-shifter, Everybody need a mood lifter, Everybody need reverse polarity. Everybody got mixed feelings About the function and the form. Everybody got to deviate from the norm. An ounce of perception, A pound of obscure. Process information at half speed. Pause, rewind, replay, Warm memory chip, Random sample, hold the one you need. Leave out the fiction, The fact is, this friction Will only be worn by persistence. Leave out conditions, Courageous convictions Will drag the dream into existence. A tired mind become a shape-shifter, Everybody need a soft filter, Everybody need reverse polarity. Everybody got mixed feelings About the function and the form. Everybody got to elevate from the norm...

The night is black, Without a moon. The air is thick and still. The vigilantes gather on The lonely torchlit hill. Features distorted in the flickering light, The faces are twisted and grotesque. Silent and stern in the sweltering night, The mob moves like demons possesed. Quiet in conscience, calm in their right, Confident their ways are best. The righteous rise With burning eyes Of hatred and ill-will. Madmen fed on fear and lies To beat and burn and kill. They say there are strangers who threaten us, In our immigrants and infidels. They say there is strangeness, too dangerous In our theatres and bookstore shelves, That those who know what's best for us Must rise and save us from ourselves. Quick to judge, Quick to anger, Slow to understand Ignorance and prejudice And fear Walk hand in hand.

I. Grim-faced and forbidding, Their faces closed tight, An angular mass of New Yorkers Pacing in rhythm, Race the oncoming night, They chase through the streets of Manhattan. Head-first humanity, Pause at a light, Then flow through the streets of the city. They seem oblivious To a soft spring rain, Like an English rain So light, yet endless From a leaden sky. The buildings are lost In their limitless rise. My feet catch the pulse And the purposeful stride. I feel the sense of possibilities, I feel the wrench of hard realities. The focus is sharp in the city. II. Wide-angle watcher On life's ancient tales, Steeped in the history of London. Green and grey washes In a wispy white veil Mist in the streets of Westminster. Wistful and weathered, The pride still prevails, Alive in the streets of the city. Are they oblivious To this quality? A quality Of light unique to Every city's streets. Pavements may teem With intense energy, But the city is calm In this violent sea.