L Y R I C S

Phantasmagoria

Marie Antoinette
(Monkman/Linwood)

Marie Antoinette
your name's a legend
in this land
treasure for your pleasure
bestowed on favoured gentleman
the people are in arms
marching on the town
they rise -
changing revolution!
"Vive la Nation!"

Marie Antoinette
your shadow's falling
along the land
anger born of hunger
poisons the hearts of your loyal men
fire in their eyes
steel in their hands
they rise -
changing revolution!
"Vive la Nation!"

Clamouring in the square
the rabble have gone insane
they're over the balustrades
defying the cannon fire
they're into the garrison
they murder the noble man
Marie - Antoinette
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We are the people of France
We demand
that the elegant blue-blooded
leeches that bleed us
are taught what it means
to grow fat and not feed us
we are the people of France
you must heed us

Already at the Bastille
the prisoners all run free
they're hammering on the door
Marie Antoinette
they've taken the guillotine
they're coming to take the Queen
Marie Antoinette
the King and the guards
have fled...

Marie Antoinette
your shadow's falling
along the land
anger born of hunger
poisoned your men
they rise -
changing revolution!
"Vive la Nation!"


Melinda (More Or Less)
( Linwood)

Lovely lady falling
laughing down the glory
of a rainbow
lovely lady reaching
crying for the comfort
of the day-glow
Melinda - more or less
Melinda - more or less
in dreams

But if and when
she wakes again
she knows it all
begins again
sleeping, waking,
rising, falling
dumb but calling out
to deafened friends
that it ends
Melinda - more or less
in dreams

Fade - Melinda
fade into fantasy
tell them you won't be played
like any other
instrument of fate
fade - Melinda
into your fantasy
tell them you're not
prepared to wait for
your dream of the end
Melinda - more or less
in dreams

Lovely lady falling
laughing down the glory
of a rainbow
lovely lady reaching
screaming for the comfort
of the day-glow
Melinda - more or less
Melinda - more
or less


Over & Above
(Monkman)

One fine night I left my sould
to journey on the wind
Far beyond the stars I watched
to see where it would go
In the twilight realms of space
Spirits known but with no face
Eyes to see.
no hands to place around the ether
try and graps the meaning
why and wherefore of this world

Rested for a while to see
which way the wind would blow
Found ourselves, my soul and I,
upon an unknown moon
Barren rocks and ashes strewn
Like the ahes of mind
Soaring off once more to see
if we could find there
looking for somewhere
something that would bring us peace

Watch the dawn of a distant sun
tell us now that our night has gone
Senses numbed by the blinding light
Countless stars vanish into night
Far away on a distant star
Midnight chimes to sleeping world
Far away on a distant star
Life begins in a thousand years

Freed we watched the universe
extend thoughout an age
Dared not think, if this is freedom,
build yourself a cage
Freedom only of mind
There exists no other kind
Fettered in your flesh you find escape
is pointless
prison bars meaningless
when you find your can fly


Not Quite the Same
(Way/Linwood)

Mavis couldn't quite make it
on Saturday
Beryl was stuck on the tube
from Victoria
Cheryl and the rest had all found
new boyfriends
The only one left was the one in his head
So the busys himself
quite amusing himself
by abusing himself

All his life he had wanted
one true love
One girl he could worship
Alas all the girls he had met
in his short life
Were girls who always
quite looked like his dad's wife
So he busied himself
Quite amusing himself
By amusing himself

Oh dear what a pity
a pity, what a shame
oh what a shame

Girls on glossy paper
never quite the same
not quite the same

Always saying sorry
never quite the same
not quite the same

Sitting one evening
wrapped up in T.V.
his doggy insists
that he must find a tree
so he puts on his coat
and he searches around
for a platinum lighter
he dropped on the ground
and he bruises himself
were he uses himself
for abusing himself

Out in the park
he was walking his doggy
he saw a young lady
who made him feel soggy
he spoke to her softly
she made not a sound
then he realised that his match
he had found
she was losing herself
quite amusing himself
by abusing herself


Phantasmagoria
(Monkman)

I bet you sometimes wondered
what was standing right behind you
keep looking over your shoulder
to see if it's there
the solemn churchbell pealing
some Mephistiphelean stealing
quite along through the night
to hide under your bed

Don't ring for a taxi
don't call a policeman
don't send for a doctor
he'll just give you pills
don't hide in the cellar
you may not believe it
it's probably friendly
just alone like you

So if you get lonely
just think of the summer
and swimming in sky-blue
drift your mind away

You run upstairs and lie there
waiting for the floor to creak and
somthing comes
bumpety-bumpety-bump
up the stairs
the time has come to wonder
who could be the owner of that
cold clammy hand
that's exploring the end of the bed

So when the next time comes
you feel you're being followed by a
ghoul with a highly intelligent flair
for a bet
just turn and lead it by hand
and take it home and tell it
tke it home and tell it
take it from me that you need all the
friends you can get
But I keep looking over my shoulder
to see if I'm there
"Oh, when I was a little Ghost,
A merry time had we!
Each seated on his favourite post,
We chumped and chawed the buttered toast
They gave us for tea


Once a Ghost, Always a Ghost
(Monkman/Linwood)

Once upon a time
I stumbled on a master plan
better than a time-machine
simple to understand
just consume a pint of this
and one or two of these
head in arm and hand in hand
we'll haunt the seven-seas

If you choose we can confuse
you favourite enemy
find a dungeon with a pungent
tropicality
waft about and groan a bit
and make him feel at ease
head in arm and hand in hand
we'll haunt the seven-seas

Isn't it original to be invisible
be a ghost and make the most
of when you come to call
nobody will know you're there
unless you care to sneeze
head in arm and hand in hand
we'll haunt the seven-seas

All titles published Blue Mountain (Island Music)