1. CONTINUUM

The cushioned throbbing of a velvet moon
And the pregnant aching of an empty womb
The endless echoes of the noise we made
And the repercussions of each hand grenade
There's aeroplanes and dragonflies
And infinite September skies
There's anthems of utopias
And creeping wars and glaciers

Just listen...

Is there music in there?

Arrived within the creeping hearse
Vibrations from the universe
Awash with the glittering of city lights
The mouse choir whispered through the endless nights
All alone to ride upon the froth
The human dreamt of taking off
Eventually, time corrodes the brain to rust
And all those dreams into diamond dust

Just listen...
Violins and orchestras
For death and speculation
We've got just enough time

I felt the closeness of monsters as we slept
And the creaking of hands where masons met
The loneliness of a shooting star
And the beating of drums where the wild things are
And somewhere beneath the moon
A sonic boom, peeled off from a wing
Into the dark, into each heart
I heard the angel sing:

"Que sera sera -
Whatever will be will be"

For death and speculation
Well there's just enough time
For each final seperation
We've got just enough time
Away on the breeze
My evanescent memories
Well I can feel them
But I can't remember them
Well I can feel them
Slipping away


2. INTO THE SPACE AGE

Avoiding murder and its pitfalls
Into the space age on a comedown

Been evolving into some other creature
Inside the birdcage - not got much flying done

And I'm sinking dark and joyous
In devastating loneliness
In the precision of existence
Well a man needs guidance
Keep me safe in your arms
Keep me free from tyranny
Descending somewhere into the space age
Where no man has gone before

Disappointed in the outcome
Well, whatever was I expecting?

And I'm sinking into deepest heaven
In all consuming isolation
In the decision of existence
Well should a man choose silence?
Keep me safe in your arms
Keep me free from tyranny
Descending somewhere into the space age
Where no man has gone before


3. FOR MARCIA

In the cold glare of a coke machine
And in the pulse of the droning stars
In the slow swelling of the sea
Well what can you hear?

But who's that tapping on my shoulder?

You're in the dust falling from the moon
And in the crack of a sandy dune
You reach down - and pull me through
To where our feet need not touch the ground
And just like me and just like you

Some things can never be


4. THE BRAIN ROOM

(Instrumental)


5. EVERYDAY COMBAT

No shiny gold
No jewelled eye
Fighting the man
I pressed the controls
And rockets blazed through the sky
Fighting the man

Whose pretty feet
Are clad in Ruby Shoes?
Fighting the man
These human bones
Already obsolete
Fighting the man
All the way to the bitter end

Avoid the tears
Of something unforeseen
Fighting the man
Expanding techniques
Of this prosthetic brain
Fighting the man
Well, we'll get away from it all
Down amongst the drones
Fighting the man
Alive after wave upon wave
Of galaxians that fall
Fighting the man
All the way to the bitter end

O Happy Days!
Of debt and life support
Fighting the man
A soul will grow old
And eventually will fold
Fighting the man


6. LIVE HUMAN

Been giving me remote control
Pick up the telephone - Hail Mary
I feel like I could shoot the moon
My bliss cut and dirty

And anyone can drown swimming round my head
Slipping over the precipice
Stepping off of the edge
Aware that the body had died
"I'm in here" she cried
"I'm human inside
I'm human inside -
Can't anyone hear me?"

And that's one year less I guess
I'm booming out of the other side
Now that I'm frozen like a crystal ice age
In a cadence of harpsichords
Well I heard the raindrops fall

And anyone can drown swimming round my head
Slipping over the precipice
Stepping off of the edge
Aware that the body had died
"I'm in here" she cried
"I'm human inside
I'm human inside -
Can't anyone heal me?