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<\/a>
\nEvery Bloody Emperor<\/strong><\/p>\n

By this we are all sustained: a belief in human nature
\nand in justice and parity…all we have is the faith to carry on.<\/p>\n

Imperceptible the change as our votes become mere gestures
\nand our lords and masters determine to cast us
\nin the roles of serfs and slaves
\nin the new empire’s name.<\/p>\n

Yes and every bloody emperor claims that freedom is his cause
\nas he buffs up on his common touch as a get-out clause.<\/p>\n

Unto nations nations speak in the language of the gutter;
\ntrading primetime insults the imperial impulse
\nextends across the screen.
\nTruth’s been beaten to its knees; the lies embed ad infinitum
\ntill their repetition becomes a dictum
\nwe’re traitors to disbelieve.
\nWith what impotence we grieve for the democratic process
\nas our glorious leaders conspire to feed us
\nthe last dregs of imperious disdain
\nin the new empire’s name.<\/p>\n

Yes and every bloody emperor’s got his hands up history’s skirt
\nas he poses for posterity over the fresh-dug dirt.
\nYes and every bloody emperor with his sickly rictus grin
\ntalks his way out of nearly anything but the lie within
\nbecause every bloody emperor thinks his right to rule divine
\nso he’ll go spinning and spinning and spinning into his own decline.<\/p>\n

Imperceptible the change as one by one our voices falter
\nand the double standards of propaganda
\nstill all our righteous rage.<\/p>\n

By this we are all sustained: our belief in human nature.
\nBut our faith diminishes – close to the finish,
\nwe’re only serfs and slaves
\nas the empire decays.<\/p>\n

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Nutter Alert<\/strong><\/p>\n

It might come in a letter,
\ndarkness falls in a telephone call;
\nI await the unexpected
\nwith one ear to the party wall.
\nIs it the pricking of the conscience,
\nis it the itching of hair shirt,
\nis it the dictionary definition
\nof a precipice to skirt?
\nIt’s the nutter alert.<\/p>\n

Though this face is familiar
\nsomething in it has bred contempt;
\nI never asked for your opinion
\nor your back-handed compliments.
\nOh, but here comes that special nonsense
\nall the words out in a spurt,
\nthe unhinging of the trolley
\nas the mouth begins to blurt…
\nIt’s the nutter alert<\/p>\n

I can see we’re in trouble
\nfrom that glint in the eye you’ve got;
\nthere’s no sense to the story,
\ncomprehensively lost, the plot.
\nAnd how contorted is that logic
\nyou so forcefully exert:
\nyou’re a car crash in the making,
\nhead-on, that’s a racing cert.
\nIt’s the nutter alert,
\nThis is the nutter alert.<\/p>\n

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Abandon Ship!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Oh, the heptagenarians got behind the decks
\nwhile the skeleton crew went through the motions.
\nIt was only the medication that was keeping them erect.
\nYeh, the devil got the best tunes
\nso god knows what comes next.<\/p>\n

And it’s difficult to think of anything less magic
\nthan the aged in pursuit of the hip.
\nAt the lifeboat station there’s a mounting panic…
\nthey’re going overboard for this one –
\nAbandon ship!<\/p>\n

Oh, the humanitarians took themselves below
\nwhile they tried to debate the latest motion;
\nmeanwhile only the medication served to keep them on the go.
\nSo it’s devil take the hindmost:
\nWe sail on the sloop John Doe.<\/p>\n

And it’s difficult to think of anything that’s factual
\nnow we find ourselves in Alzheimer’s grip;
\nso at disembarkation it’s no names, no pack-drill,
\nwe’re all anonymous on this one –
\nAbandon ship!<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

In Babelsberg<\/strong><\/p>\n

The city’s spread beneath my feet,
\nbut not the one that I was after
\nwhile I’ve been pounding out this beat
\nthe length of the Kudamm.
\nStreet legends on the tourist map,
\na fading script in Gothic,
\nout in the studio they’re
\nrehearsing in drag for a lark.
\nCome on, let’s get lost in the dark.<\/p>\n

Tale another step, another move, another pace,
\nwhat isn’t written in the manuscript is a note to play with grace
\nand if I exit from this story in a way I might retrace
\nit will have fallen through the cracks when I come back
\nin any case
\nanother time’s another place.<\/p>\n

The city’s spread beneath my feet
\nfrom the top of the Mercedes tower
\nand I can see the darkness closing in
\nhour by hour.<\/p>\n

But I can’t take another step, no filling in, no cut and paste,
\na bankrupt process for the memory, this terrain is laid to waste.<\/p>\n

No, nothing’s written in the history books
\nthat doesn’t leave a nasty taste;
\nso should I start to tell the story
\nwill you put me in my place?
\n'Cause it’ll all be crash and burn
\nwhen I return…in any case
\nanother time’s another place.<\/p>\n

Just when did this get broken?
\nI don’t know where to begin –
\nI got a Ubahn ticket and a Flohmarkt token….
\nI’m in trouble in the rubble of Berlin<\/p>\n

The light is getting dimmer,
\nthe walls of history close in.
\nIn Babelsberg they’re hunting
\nfor a different Stimmung
\nthat predates the war.<\/p>\n

That was before,
\nthat was before,
\nthat was a different Berlin,
\nthat was another Berlin,
\nthat was before in Berlin.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

On the Beach<\/strong><\/p>\n

If we had all the time in the world
\nwe might talk about how it used to be.
\nWe could have thrown in our cards
\nwhen the going got hard
\nbut evidently we went on interminably.<\/p>\n

Right now I want to walk towards the sea,
\nhoping you’re still in step with me.
\nAll joking apart let’s play it from the heart
\nbecause at last even the Silver Surfer agrees:
\nthe wave you brave
\nrides on a deeper complexity.<\/p>\n

Ah, come on: surf’s up!<\/p>\n

Even the Silver Surfer agrees.<\/p>\n

All lyrics by Peter Hammill<\/p>\n

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