HW: Distant Horizons lyrics

[M Holmes]

Andrew Gilham writes:

> Here goes again...  Ron's lyrics are a bit of a word salad, which doesn't
> make it easy...
>
> Reptoid Vision:
>
> The crown is red, turn gold into lead
> Mercury switch and the atom is split
> High tension wire, fire burnin' your eyes
> Wheels of flame through the crack in the sky
>
> ... I lose [???]

Circuit boards ???? what's in my limbs

> Atom brain cell in a nuclear mind
> Punch cocktail sip radioactive

                 sick?

> 2000 cockroach on a nuclear shockwave
>
> Reptoid vision, silicon eyes
> Brain switched on, kiss the planet goodbye
> The gravity claw is scratching my brain
> My feet are itching on the suicide train
>
> Daddy was a loony in the looniest way
> Mummy was a reptile ...
> ... the colour of red
> Rep-sect in-tile in my head
>
> Digital crystal, scratched with the scene
> Escalator sidewalks, compared with our dreams

                       conveyor belt dreams

> Fire created the chemical motion
> Tidal wave curve on the rise of the ocean
>
> Reptoid vision, silicon eyes
> Brain switched on, kiss the planet goodbye
> The gravity claw is scratching my brain
> My feet are slipping on the suicide train
>
> Revelations, everybody!
> Revelations, I say!
> You know the devil...

shall rise from the pit

> Atomic mutation
> A man with five legs
> Animal, bird and human
> Genetic engineering
>
> Hey little boy
> Hey Mum and Dad
> Hey Uncle Sam
>
> Centipede head, reptilian legs
> Abdominal chest with a silicon breast
> Back of the queue when they picked out my brain

                              pickled?

> Got to break out of the DNA
>
> Digital crystal, scratched with the scene
> Escalator sidewalks, split at the seams
> Fire created the chemical motion
> Tidal wave curve on the rise of the ocean
>
> Reptoid vision, silicon eyes
> Pain switched off, press the button and die
> I told you before I won't tell you again
> My teeth are biting on the suicide game
>
>
> Population Overload:
>
> I had barely left home before I noticed the rush
> Thousands of people in a crush
> Forcing me to move with my arms in front of my chest
> A straitjacket suit, a concrete vest
> All sizes same, looking straight ahead
> What are you thinking of? Are we brain-dead?
>
> The world's gone cock-eyed
> Set to explode
> Protoplasmic nucleus of DNA code
> Automatic elevating
> ... accelerating
> Automatic elevating
> The escalator ...
>
>
> Wheels:
>
> Ship of steel, container of oil
> In this world of the wheel
> This world of oil
> Our watch is declared, we must move on
> Blackbird was heard, we were death to its song
> Eyes of Apaches dictating the smoke
> In cities, is there no hope?
> In this world of the wheel
> This world of oil
> World of the wheel
> World of oil
>
> [then some more very faint stuff]
>
>
>
> - Andy
>
> --
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>