Tremulous and quivering such victims as there are

Contend with emotions under skin

Without wearing water wings

The strike against the stream

hopelessly believing they might swim



Here they all come rushing down again

Here they all come rushing down again

Time has hardly swallowed up the evidence

How is it they say they did not know

That history grows up like a weed

Doctrine pinned upon it

Bars across the window destroy human being

Static mind solidifies

Can no longer flow

Up against it's borders and unable to pay much

Attention to human being...



When in doubt you turn to find a scapegoat on the wall

Gaze into the mirror begging pardon

If everytime we tell a lie a little fairy dies

They must be building death-camps in the garden

Pacing back and forwards

Conscience in a box

Barred in from the sunlight getting pale

And losing every sense of human being....



The forces of oppression

Forge links around the earth

Ordering our faces to the floor

The wilful non-involvement

By hirelings of the crimes

Is futile and inhuman as before

The sum of our best efforts

Shouldn't lead us back to here

On the road to murder where we can no longer

Admit to any

Human needing human feeling

Human living human loving

Human fragile human being...



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THIS CITY (Geoff Mann)



The abstracted shapes of the people's thoughts

Different shops and pubs

All the cheap facades

It is all this city it is all this city



Wind shaken trees

Half crumbling parks

The enquiring eyes

Fingers parting lace

It is all this city it is all this city



Long straggling queues

Of the our of work

A baby sucking sweets

Dribbling down his quilt

It is all this city it is all this city

All this city



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FACT AND FICTION (Geoff Mann)



TV is switched on

The screen reveal a spokesperson

Adverts politics editing the real

Cheap words money talks

Naming itself to be the key

To utopia cornucopia

To a better world you go buy and buy

And if you listen carefully

You can hear the bacon fly

Don't make me laugh!!



History shows that policy demands weapons

Selfish desires simply lead to pain

The chit-chat continues

A big pretence that divides

Into power blocks

Where the orthodox

Have a propaganda war to fight

And if you're looking closely

You can see that black is white

Don't make me laugh!!



If the "unthinkable" should happen

And you hear the sirens call

Well you can always find some shelter

Behind a door against the wall

Don't make me laugh!!



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CREEPSHOW (Geoff Mann)



Welcome

Welcome

First today to see the creepshow

Come see the exhibits

But do not touch

They cannot bear touch

Here in the freak show

Please do not hang back

It's hard enough to show people around

The creep show

The creep show



First here on the rack strapped a child's virgin mind

We see the careful whitecoats

Affix their machines veins

To the pulsing neck side

Checking dials they monitor reaction

She must love her daddy's banker

She must love her daddy's banker

For her part in the creepshow

The creepshow



Amanda so sad

Amanda

But let's brush over sadness

Give her the pills

And diagnose madness

Give her give her give her...

Amanda

Amandahahahahaha



Anymore for any more?



Cyril has-or-might-have-been

Must fill his lust

They let him bayonet robots

As his morning constitutional

To sate his rage

Unless he feels his age

We can't have that

Sometimes he'll watch a war-film

On the moron machine in the corner of his cell

Lost in time

Lost in mind

Cyril writhes like smoke

His bigot's eyes are slashed skin

Their expression none the nicer

For being blank



Amanda still mad

Amanda

still sad...



And so ladies and gentlemen we come to the nerve centre of the whole

Affair, as you will see it is a mirror. To some it is the mirror of

Dreams, where every passion, desire and action flit through the still

Spaces behind its surface, tantalising yet distant. Of these many

Stand before it until death. To others, it is distorting, everything

In it being warped and buckled by fear, yet perceived as reality.

These will cringe before it, wimpering and immobile, though a few

Batter their skulls against the dull sheen, attempting to smash the

Horrors they believe to be in the glass or at least attain oblivion,

Whichever comes first. Some see just a mirror, whilst some see what

At first appears to be their own image which, however, moves _them_

Saying, "Come On, Wake UP! Who's running this show anyway?"



NOW

It's up to you

Use your free will

You decide

Yes

You you you decide

Whether or not you will return

For if you come again

You'd better bring your ball and chain

Unguided embittered attraction of

The creep show

The creep show

The creep show



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