01 Afterwards |
Hugh Robert
Banton: piano, organ, sa sa ka, dissent, vocals |
All Lyrics by Peter Hammill
(Hammill)
You stare out in yellow eyes larger than my mind;
in viscous pools of joy, relaxing, we glide...
it's all too beautiful
for my mind to bear
and, as we shimmer into sleep, something's unshared.
But, seeing the flower that was there yesterday,
a tear forms just behind the soft peace of your shades....
The world's too lonely
for a message to slip
but between the dying rails of peace
you trip.
The petals that were blooming are just paper in your hand;
your eyes, which were clear in the night, are opaque as you stand.
It was too beautiful
for it to last...
these visions shimmer and fade out of
the glass.
The petals that were blooming are just paper in your hand.
(Hammill)
I feel a calling for the sea, I want to walk on the sand dunes...
I hope
you'll forgive me if I say I can't take you:
at some times I've got to get
away,
if just to get a break from the play
that we're all involved
in.
All the love I'm living now could have ended yesterday
if the snow
had fallen too hard up there on the Motorway...
If it happens, don't feel
sorry, I won't feel alone:
it's just another travelling zone
that you
can't come on.
(Part
II)
(Hammill)
Can't stop for a second:
we might see how silly we all are.
Can't get
out, even for a moment:
might be hit by a passing car.
Dreams shatter and
fall into dust,
as long as we're travelling I suppose they must.
But,
while we're on the road, our days'll be glowing;
and when we part, as you
know we must,
we'll leave, just going
ever so slowly,
ever so
slowly.
Motorway signs flash past like flies,
it's getting late and
we're going home.
We all travel in parallel lines,
heading into the
twilight zone.
All I really want now is you by my side;
yes, it's a sweet
ride
while we're still together.
Yes, it's a sunny day, and we're off
on our sea trip;
The water may be cold in the bay,
but we're safe on our
sailing ship,
and, if ice forms, you can walk home to land
and still cling
to my hand
if you still want to...
Running Back
(Hammill)
I thought I'd give it up for good,
'cause none of my actions are
understood.
I thought I'd really leave,
and my coming back's something
you'd never perceive.
I thought I'd make it;
Yes, I really thought I'd
make it,
but then you smiled, you didn't rile me,
now I'm running
back
running, running back.
I saw a vision of a love long
deceased
and a chilly wind coming from East.
I know I can say I did my
best,
but there were no more warm winds from the West.
Still I thought I'd
make it;
Yes, I really thought I'd make it,
but then you smiled, you
didn't rile me,
now I'm running back
running, running back.
I
thought you'd never be missed,
and I really believed we'd never share another
kiss.
And I thought for the last time I'd touched your hand,
but your love
draws me back like quicksand.
Still I thought I'd make it;
Yes, I really
thought I'd make it,
but then you smiled, you didn't rile me,
now I'm
running back
running, running back.
And now I'm coming yes
home.
I'm coming home.
(Hammill, Part II : Vanblow)
I never thought it could come to this,
as you sit there crying,
hanging
on with your fingertips
to something that's already dead.
Now we're into a
game
and it's all a bit strange.
Once on a time we were
sincere;
now, we're acting charades,
hiding behind cracked images
from
other people's stages;
now, we're into a game,
and it's all a bit
strange,
but familiar, too...
the rules never change; I know it, but do
you?
I've seen it all before,
and this play no longer moves me,
but
the closing of a door
is never easy.
(Hammill)
Time has come between us:
in the passing months I've felt you slip away
as your words and mine came like nursery rhymes
till there was nothing left to say.
Distance came between us long ago,
as our memories faded away...
over the miles I ceased to smile
because nothing felt the same.
That's how it seemed a week ago,
far off in time and space.
Time and distance are between us now,
they form a bond to make things sure.
Nothing ever shatters,
you know what happens:
time and distance make a love secure.
(Hammill)
Just one breath, and it's instant death,
it's the Aerosol Grey
Machine!
Just one breath, and it's instant death,
it's the Aerosol Grey
Machine!
You're walking along the road one day,
up comes a man dressed
all in grey;
he blows a little aerosol in your face
and you find your
mind's all over the place...
Just one breath, and it's instant
death,
it's the Aerosol Grey Machine!
("Buy an Aerosol Grey
Machine for your own home today!"
"Shan't. Shan't. I'm not going
to!")
(Ellis / Evans / Banton)
(instrumental)
(Hammill)
Now we sit here in our special place,
all wearing our happy faces
gladly.
Sunlight appears in our world; our joy
has been turned from
badness.
Now we've moved and left alone
and it's easier that way.
We
are riding on rainbows
and happy today.
Now we move to the sun in every
direction;
we are cloaked in veils of mystic protection...
joking a lot,
smoking or not,
floating our yacht off to freedom,
voting to be
Aquarian!
I hold silver flashing metal in the palm
of my petal hand,
watching it quiver:
to breathe too close is death -
ah, but what is breath
but a way to deliverance?
Soon we will all be joined
in a great silver
tube,
wanting every one to come along,
that means you too!
Now we move
to the sun in every direction;
we are cloaked in veils of mystic
protection...
mapping the way, clapping to say
we're happy today, and
assured of
the fact that we're all Aquarian!
Hardly any money... who
needs bread anyway?
Well, I mean to say, it's just the read to
freedom!
Everything's too funny; we just ride along so high,
watch the bad
scenes floating by, who needs them?
Soon we will all be joined
in a great
silver tube,
wanting every one to come along,
that means you too!
Now
we move to the sun in every direction;
we are cloaked in veils of mystic
protection...
Lighting the path, righting the past,
fighting the dark like
centurions,
writing our names as Aquarians!
As Aquarians, but as
Aquarians!
Writing our names as we move to the sun,
we're
Aquarian!
(Vanblow)
I wish that you would set me free forever
but the rings on my arms are too deeply burned.....
(Hammill)
I want to paint you long poems full of fire,
you who I do not know.
Now my mind is tested with love which
twists and wavers from side to side and which
some day soon you may see...
I want you to cascade
through ten thousand rainbows with me
and dredge mountains from the sea:
you who I now begin to know.
But emotion is pent up inside,
too scared of dying again to live
and meanwhile I must endure your
red-copper hair screaming like a water-baby.
Black eyes stare from my ceiling...
you who I now truly know.
Now I cannot see too clearly
and already my trellis stands bare.
How can I break free of these overclinging arms
which entwine and enfold me
and reach to the clear blue sea?
I want you to know, but how can I tell you?
I want you to see but my own eyes are blind.
The Octopus now enfolds me,
I know you too well....
(Hammill)
Yes I live in the black woods, where you dare not even
speak my
name.
If there is evil in your heart and you will come near to me you
will
lose your sane.
My form is mystic, but my heart is pure,
you'd
better believe what I say:
I am the Necromancer.
I cast deep spells
and potent: I am a Seer
of the Real.
My forces work against evil, for I
love
all I feel.
I know the secrets long forgotten,
you'd better
believe in me:
I am the Necromancer.
Look into my eyes!
I tell you,
occults power lies in love.
I fight against darkness, the power
of the
Black.
Every day the power is greater, and soon the world will
come to
rights.
Through the magic, through the power, shaman shall die
on the
seventh night.
And now remember magic is here;
you'd better believe in the
White.
I am the Necromancer,
and I come to carry your heart away to
good.