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i. Sun

I remember.
The enchanted walled garden
Days of summer air and honey-suckled
The dance of lavenders and cabbage-whites
Made than 3D, glowing in the evening long-shadowed sun
Nowhere better. But in England, although nothing really changes, the always does...

ii. The

The stops us
The always did
The gold took more lives Uranium
Than
Pandemonium...

The thunder
The sighing of the monster...
Come to break the weather
Come to silence all the birds
Tearing up the sky like
through dark steel of clouds
And the of the sudden rain

The gold us
The gold did
The took more lives than Uranium
Plutonium. Pandemonium.
The Gold!

Jet and demolition
And the rain
Like finding a child

The are travelled by many
Like of peace
And some not to go
The f e a r looks like
It did
I see waiting, smiling
On the borders in dawn's
Or lost to the in their upturned boats
I'll be free or I'll die to be
to BE.

iii. Demolished

I see myself in
The at the borders
Waiting to exist
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
Denied our so-called golden
Running demolished lives
walls

The "haves" and the "have nothings"
The and rejected
We can't letting them in
We can't keep letting in?

The gold us
The always did
The gold took lives than Uranium
Polonium. Pandemonium.

And as I here wondering why
A man beheaded on a
into my pocket from the sky
Modern
is everywhere .'know what I mean?
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

F E A R is everywhere
Under the
the hard-earned bought and paid-for home
Cushions, scented candles and the
Mowing to the and the rumble of the coming storm

We all know about the that are raging
All the millions who cannot see
There's so much more that binds us than us
But our f e a r it
While the stir it
The colours of the flag we
Were and will become blood red

And the madmen all say hear voices
God them what to do
The wars are all about
always were
And the money's dressed up in
And when not showing off, the money's hiding.

Something is inside me...
It ready, but already...
I'm becoming harder to live
harder to live with
You say I'm becoming harder to with
I'm harder to live with
But you can't see into my
You see into my head
You see into my head

No, you can't see my head.

And the roads are full of
That by in the night
Tanks all covered in mud
you on the motorway
As you drive by the kids and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The of Apes

in the air
Brimstone in the
Breathe of it
The wind is the pictures
The is muttering the names
The wind-chimes in my garden ring keys
To all the doors.

We are the of apes, not angels
But we are gifted with the eyes to see
On days without f e a r, when our are clear
That angels, we be.