The Way We Walk Vol 1

Another time it might have been so different
Oh if only we could do it all again
But now it's just another fading memory
Out of focus, though the outline still remains

Far away, away, fading distant lights
Leaving us all behind, lost in a changing world
And you know that these are the days of our lives
Remember

Like the story that we wish was never ending
We know sometime we must reach the final page
Still we carry on just pretending
That there'll always be one more day to go

Far away, away, fading distant lights
Leaving us all behind, lost in a changing world
And you know that these are the days of our lives
So remember...

Another chance hello, another goodbye
And so many things we'll never see again
Days of life that seemed so unimportant
They seem to matter but to count much later on

Far away, away, fading distant lights
Leaving us all behind, lost in a changing world
And you know that these are the days of our lives
Remember

Creeping up the blind side, shinning up the wall
Stealing thru the dark of night
Climbing thru a window, stepping to the floor
Checking to the left and the right
Picking up the pieces, putting them away
Something doesn't feel quite right

Help me someone, let me out of here
Then out of the dark was suddenly heard
Welcome to the home by the sea

Coming out the woodwork, thru the open door
Pushing from above and below
Shadows but no substance, in the shape of men
Round and down and sideways they go
Adrift without direction, eyes that hold despair
Then as one they sign and they moan

Help us someone, let us out of here
Living here so long undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago
Before the time when we first heard
Welcome to the home by the sea

Sit down sit down
Sit down sit down sit down
As we relive our lives in what we tell you

Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
Things that go to make up a life
Endless days of summer longer nights of gloom
Waiting for the morning light
Scenes of unimportance, photos in a frame
Things that go to make up a life

Help us someone, let us out of here
Cos living here so long undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago
Before the time when we first heard
Welcome to the home by the sea

Sit down sit down
Sit down sit down sit down sit down
As we relive out lives in what we tell you
Let us relive out lives in what we tell you

Sit down sit down sit down
Cos you won't get away
No with us you will stay
For the rest of your days - sit down
As we relive our lives in what we tell you
Let us relive our lives in what we tell you

In the glow of the night


The grey of evening fills the room,
There's no need to look outside,
To see or feel the rain.
Then i reach across to touch her,
But i know that she's not there.
Rain keeps running down the window pane.
Time is running out for me.

Can't you see what you are doing to me?
Can't you see what you have done?
As i try to pass another long and sleepless night,
A hundred crazy voices call my name,
As i try to pass them by,
I almost can believe that she is here,
Here in the glow of the night.

Do you know what you have done?
Do you know what you've begun?
Do you see we shall never be together again?
All of my life.

Lonely people, empty rooms,
Pointless violence, silent tombs.
Could it be that we shall be together again?

Sheets of double glazing help to keep outside the night,
Only foreign city sirens can cut through,
Nylon sheets and blankets help to minimize the cold.
But they can't keep out the chilling sounds.
Will the nightmare soon give way to dreaming
That she is here with me?
Here in the glow of the night.

Do you know what you have done?
Do you know what you've begun?
Do you see we shall never be together again?
All of my life.

Lonely people, empty rooms,
Pointless violence, silent tombs.
Could it be that we shall be together again?
Could it be that we shall be together again?

In silence and darkness
We held each other near that night
We prayed it would last forever.


The last domino

Blood on the windows
Millions of ordinary people are there
They gaze at the scenery
They act as if it is perfectly clear
Take a look at the mountains
Take a look at the beautiful river of blood.

The liquid surrounds me
I fight to rise from this river of hell
I stare round about me
Children are swimming and playing with boats
Their features are changing
Their bodies dissolve and i am alone.

Now see what you've gone and done.
Now see what you've gone and done.

Well now you never did see such a terrible thing
As was seen last night on t.v.
Maybe if we're lucky, they will show it again
Such a terrible thing to see - oh
But there's nothing you can do when you're next in line
You've got to go domino.

Now i'm one with the living and i'm feeling just fine
I know just what i gotta do
Play the game of happiness and never let on
That it only lives on in a song - oh
Well there's nothing you can do when you're next in line
You've got to go domino.

Do you know what you have done?
Do you know what you've begun?

In silence and darkness
Hold each other near tonight
For will it last forever?
Will it last forever - forever...

There's nothing you can do when you're the next in line
You've got to go domino.

Do you know, do you know, do you know what you have done
Do you see what you've begun?
Cos there's nothing, nothing, nothing
There's nothing you can do, there's nothing you can do
Do you see, do you see what you have done?

Keep your fingers out of my eye.

While i write i like to glance at the butterflies in glass that are all around the walls. the people in memory are pinned to events i can't recall too well, but i'm putting one down to watch him
K up, decompose and feed another sort of life. the one in question is all fully biodegradable material and categorised as 'rael'. rael hates me, i like rael, - yes, even ostriches have feelings,
Our relationship is something both of us are learning to live with. rael likes a good time, i like a good rhyme, but you won't see me directly anymore - he hates my being around. so if his story
N't stand, i might lend a hand, you understand? (ie. the rhyme is planned, dummies).

The flickering needle jumps into red. new york crawls out of its bed.


And the lamb lies down on broadway.

Early morning manhattan,
Ocean winds blow on the land.


The weary guests are asked to leave the warmth of the all-night theater, having slept on pictures others only dream on.

Movie-palace is now undone,
The all-night watchmen have had their fun.
Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show,
It's the same old ending - time to go.
Get out!
It seems they cannot leave their dream.


The un-paid extras disturb the sleeping broadway. walk to the left don't walk to the right: on broadway, directions don't look so bright. autoghosts keep the pace for the cabman's early mobile r


There's something moving in the sidewalk steam,
And the lamb lies down on broadway.

Nightime's flyers feel their pains.
Drugstore take down the chains.
Metal motion comes in bursts,
The gas station can quench that thirst.
Suspension cracked on unmade road
The trucker's eyes read 'overload'


Enough of this - our hero is moving up the subway stairs into day- light. beneath his leather jacket he holds a spray gun which has left the message r-a-e-l in big letters on the wall leading un
Ound. it may not mean much to you but to rael it is part of the process going towards 'making a name for yourself.' when you're not even a pure-bred puerto rican the going gets tough and the tou
Ts going.

And out on the subway,
Rael imperial aerosol kid
Exits into daylight, spraygun hid,
And the lamb lies down on broadway.


With casual sideways glances along the wet street, he checks the motion in the steam to look for potential obstruction. seeing none, he strides along the sidewalk, past the drugstore with iron g
Being removed to reveal the smile of the toothpaste girl, past the nightladies and past patrolman frank leonowich (48, married, two kids) who stands in the doorway of the wig-store. patrolman le
Ch looks at rael in much the same way that other patrolmen look at him, and rael only just hides that he is hiding something. meanwhile from out of the steam a lamb lies down. this lamb has noth
Hatsoever to do with rael, or any other lamb - it just lies down on broadway.

The lamb seems right out of place,
Yet the broadway street scene finds a focus in its face.
Somehow it's lying there,
Brings a stillness to the air.
Though man-made light, at night is very bright,
There's no whitewash victim,
As the neons dim, to the coat of white.
Rael imperial aerosol kid
Wipes his gun - he's forgotten what he did,
And the lamb lies down on broadway.

Suzanne tired her work all done,
Thinks money - honey - be on - neon.
Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn
And the sawdust king spits out his scorn.
Wonder women you can draw your blind!
Don't look at me! i'm not your kind.
I'm rael!
Something inside me has just begun,
Lord knows what i have done,
And the lamb lies down on broadway.
On broadway -
They say the lights are always bright on broadway.
They say there's always magic in the air.