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Kingdom come kingdom go
That you may carve upon my stone
When confined in a six box
I no longer hear the clocks
Indifferenty ticking in cold deserted halls
Kingdom come come go
relics crated cargo
A million things all left
Relationships with
Conducted as if I was buying at auction
court at gross parties
Where punch drunk sycophants came
To suck my ...
I escaped upstairs to my
Titians and grand Goyas
Glower through the high traceries
Oily smears bequeathed by souls
Studied throughout my daze
paint in priceless fossils
Many a sad pieta -
Christ held away from me
Behind a and ancient glaze
In my
of ego
Gradually mass between the nursery and now
for meaning
Walking earth
Flowerings of childhood to stringy vegetable
at night by flashbacks flashbacks flashbacks ...
Waaa Mummy
I want to go potty
I don't want to share my toys with the other children
They're
I ...
Child that I was then when was I young?
When did wood bricks become trading in con-tricks?
When did innocence and die?
Adolescent I planned to take total
Draped vision's guilt edge on the bars of my
Hoped to arrest the passage of time
As though by some chance I could Eden
Apple
Lovely!
My hopes became a statue my mouth a gun
In the hit parade of self interest I at number one
I was Mozart's old piano with a special gold
I was a lover of music but I never did learn to play
I I'd be saved by my collection to begin with
I I'd be saved by my collection
Would you it?
I did; but ...
Nanny - Conscience?
Is that you at the end of my bed there Nanny?
My word, a long time since you've been round here
Out in the open - you're dreadful
I mean, so and interior;
at your skin ... My god, the wrinkles!!!!
Nanny-nan-nanny; had her into a table lamp for me
Because I needed to shine
But
her prim portals ... Oooooooo!

Don't you it's about time you started being nice to me

One day I'm going to grow up big and strong
And my ego build me a temple
And in there will make me
Wash my ears or eat my greens or
Share my toys with the other children who are just anyway
Not me
I drank as dry as a desert
Still in the end there was nothing left to my own
This freedom from with which I toyed
Became a to a void
The only values left relative to power
The trouble with life in towers
The seconds until they fit the skins of hours
The faithless who come and go
They run away melted snow
A temple to ego constitutes a home
And though it sad
This jangling we are amassed
A passing passing fast
There be something
Something that can last more than the of life as just
A short and overture
To
Fear fear and death turn round in circles
Turn!
Kingdom come kingdom go
Collecting clouds the Son light
On of death our presents pass
habit over insight
Human soul is
Human it's wombing season
Ward of conscience child
by unfettered reason - that candle
Both ends
Collecting collecting gold
ego drains and clutches
When cross examined by the
It carves the cross up into
Sharpened at both
Some ...
Freedom's is donkey borne
A
The bleeding on main-street
Collecting nothing but the
Of those who cannot their eyes to meet
in artificial light
Who needs to star in such a
I leave to the past
To one last I asked them all and One
And when it was I found that all but One haad gone
Did have a grave stone upon which to carve His name?
When He came the grave gave up it's game
Now collects worthwhile living
For it is a that grows from His seed of giving


A glittering crystal


Sweet sugar you can them all
Heaven is not for ...
BASS : MITTEN
DRUMS, AND PROGRAMMING : BRIAN DEVOIL
GUITARS : ANDY AND CLIVE MITTEN
: RICK BATTERSBY AND CLIVE MITTEN
VOCALS, TOYS AND ASSORTED NOISES : GEOFF MANN
WRITTEN BY : ANDY, BRIAN, CLIVE, RICK AND
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