Been living in a cultural void When I get depressed I'm overjoyed Suicide is an idea with which I've toyed Pain Train getting faster now Pain Train get on board We like to look like we like to look We've seen the film, we've read the book we're going down but we're all dressed up But it's time for a change everyone knows We can rearrange our provocative clothes Let's take a look inside the wardrobe now... I keep putting on a new coat of paint But when the new coat fades I feel faint It's a state of decay but some people think it's quaint

What's up Doc, were you held up Having a laugh? Was there something you left back there in the past? Just a journey you shared with us all From Topanga to the Atlantis fall Did you really think the hippy dream would last? What’s up, doc? Did you try to dig your soul? Have you not heard of the San Andreas fault? In the fog all time will fade away Lemuria is not LA Shasta Faye’s new day came to a halt. ‘Just us together Almost like being underwater The world and everything Gone someplace else’ In stormy weather Amidst all the slaughter This world was always sold For slaves & wealth What’s up, doc? It’s a dream that’s still alive It’s the greens, it’s the teens, it’s the lovers who will survive There’s still some wonder left in this world A backstreet where the fire still burns What’s up doc, you just gotta join the new age tribe.

‘Do I wake or sleep?’ I was sinking deep Into the past A memory of pain. Must we lose ourselves Down deep in that well To that we will never be the same? And will the mirror-girl stand With her hands full of sand ’Til it’s washed into the gutter by the rain? In the attic tonight, there’s a rarefied air like a mountaintop You can see things you never thought possible ’Til the music stops There’s a light in the sky that can’t be identified In the morning fog And the nightingale’s code is a song we all know A song so delicate and soft. In the quick of the night Where the shadow-boxers fight For power or possession of the keys You hear the slam of a door Another shot in the war Another lover begging, ‘darling please’ There’s a security guard in a stark prison yard Continually begging for release Well, the TV is on but this night is so long It’s black rain again On a wild summer night, the wind howls & cries Across a bleak terrain But when the priestess comes home I’ll be hearing the moan of the midnight train And the nightingale’s code is the angel’s bright sword Her hair burning like a flame There’s a thief and a cop in the video shop Taking half the night to choose a film It’s just Monroe or James Dean The worlds perfect team And everybody wants to be them still It’s either fast talking jokes Or romance in the smoke A bottle of forgetfulness distilled Down the streets in the bars there’s the sound of guitars And nostalgia reigns The city’s alive with those soap opera lies The night’s in your veins But the pendulum swings and the caged bird will sing Of forgotten days And the nightingale’s code is as pure as the snow With the infinite patterns of a maze. The house-husband smiles He just acts like a child He likes his chores, he loves to stay at home. And the priestess is kind But she keeps messing with his mind An angel who is often on the phone. The mirror-girl sighs She has stars in her eyes And her father is the furthest out of all. In grey mansions and spires The refined few retire to their dizzy heights In the great castle halls there are parties And balls for the socialites But the king and the clown They are both broken down In the naked night Where the nightingale’s code is a river that flows Through the soul like a slow-opening rose. Now the police and the thieves They both share the same beliefs And run in crazy patterns through the night The lovers are distraught You know their time it was so short They are captured like pale moths around a light But the dynamo hums in the fields behind the slums And the drums beat out the rhythms of the tides Hear the voice of the sea Saying, ‘come, follow me’ As the merfolk laugh But their song isn’t lost if it helps you across Where there is no path You must follow your heart From the end to the start From the first to last For the nightingale’s code is your humble abode Awoken in a melody that soars.

They used to call it the telegraph road They signalled all along the watchtower Now the messengers use binary code Monitored by the super powers The skies have darkened over Europe The clouds hang heavy over USA Machines still cut down constantly all the jungles and forests of rain The news goes all across the wires All around this wicked world Everyone knows in a second Just who got their fingers burned It’s all over In the seer hills of Afghanistan In the dusty Cairo streets In the old bazaars of Baghdad The holy killers meet And the old guard stalk their sterile towers Up in London or New York While their space guns and their stealth weapons Do the Empire’s dirty work. The news goes all across the wires All around the burning world And every soul knows in a moment Just which way the world has turned It’s all over Jets cough their poison into the sky Rockets lurch into the blue A million advertisements flash before your eyes And it’s all aimed straight at you I can’t remember what my name is I can’t remember who I am Just stumbling through these broken streets From Iran to Vietnam The news flies all across the wires Flashes through the turning world Every eye knows in a moment Anything a mind can learn It’s all over Smoke hangs over the battle sites Don’t send no more soldiers out to fight International court can keep score Just send a one-world peace keeping force The news flies all across the wires Flashes through this virtual world Every mind knows in a moment The current status of the url It’s all over Global businesses carve the cake Leave the third word in its wake Stop stealing bread for us to take Feed the world for pity’s sake Night falls over the shanty towns Where the country’s coming down Steel wheels rolling over forests Ecologists face etched with worries It’s a new age now Doesn’t have to be this way Got to just move on somehow Got to be another way It’s not over

In these wild changing times there was money to make with the mind This strange girl shows her face several times like she’s taking my place My ex-wife cooled her heels making deals while I was stuck in the game Then my partner in crime says the girl took the Chiyoda line. Well, the Ginza was stretched in the sun like a lizard in heat Then this rich woman dressed to the nines came and sat on my seat She just looks in my face then she hands me the keys to her place I could tell from her eyes that the whole western world was a lie. I’m moving west of the sun Where our loving begun Something I heard I expect On that old record deck Now I’m down in the hole and the whole of my life seems a crime Every face that I see passing by seems so ghostly and worn But I keep cooking noodles and soup, meditating on life Every day brings another mistake, more illusions to fight When that girl took a trip to Hokkaido I just tagged along A wild sheep chase across frozen fields to an old Beatles song Then we found ourselves lost in the hills in a farmhouse so stark When a wild man broke in shouting ‘why keep us all in the dark!’ I’m going west of the sun That’s where our love first began Out on the beach ’neath the stars By a fire to the sound of guitars Well, we saw unicorns and the shadows of men in the fields For we’d passed into weird other realms where our dreams seemed so real In the blink of an eye you can go from a fool to a king We go on day to day until something just blossoms within. Now I’m going back to Tokyo, I’m taking the Mag-lev to town I’ve seen earthquakes and wars and tornados But I’m not going down, When I look back I see Though I lost her She helped me survive She ain’t a girl anymore, she’s a woman The love of my life. I met her west of the sun It was love on the run Something that don’t have no name I need to find that again

A children’s song arose with dawn We knew the words when the Earth was young Sumeria, the cities in the clouds Anu flew down, his chariot With flame and glass, Iscariot-like, His comrades all with ulterior doubts Akkadian delights, now pots and shards, The light that lit the world was brought to dark But the art is all Archaeology’s enigmas flash A treasure trove of hidden artefacts The great pyramid is older than you think The sphinx looks down with puzzled frown Atlantis, ancient island, drowned Survivors build ziggurats and pyramids In South America and North Africa Ask Graham Hancock and David Spangler They know that the art is all Across the vastness of the stellar depths So many planets in the habitable zone We are too primitive to travel galaxies yet But other conquered the spacelanes long ago We’ve seen signs of their visitations Earth’s art has cosmic revelations William James measured minds vastation Now it’s time for galactic integration Human consciousness created sigils Thought is more than just electrical signals Mind is synonymous with soul A spectrum of electromagnetic data We interact with every force of nature Every entity belongs to the whole We show our evolution in our auras We are wise, we are spiritual warriors The art is all

The rain was glittering on the streets of a black & white world And the jazz was blowing from a bar like the tables had turned At midnight the music is wild You can feel like a motherless child So many lessons to learn Walking in Jack Kerouac’s tracks Walking home down the railroad tracks There’s perception, baby, then there’s the facts Walking down Jack Kerouac’s tracks There was a sunflower growing from in between the railroad tracks There was a guy with a gun stood in the sun having fun shooting rats He liked Django, he played the guitar Slept by a fire underneath the bright stars Out by a dirt road shack The best minds of my generation are all just prisoners of love Mad for living, mad for music, mad for anything That comes from above Neath city lights they spin through the streets Too fast to stop They move to the beat of a different drum

The TV screen shows a riot, a war, a disease In that blue glow the world just seems so obscene The grand wizard still burns crosses out in the woods America’s still got guns and it’s not looking good But can we rise up to a higher vibrationary rate The devas dream of the lotus blossoms glow Humans crave that fecundity, desperate to know Will the bleached temple ruins draw us near to the one? Can our contact with nature build a bridge to the sun? Can we rise up to a higher vibrationary rate? Time seems stretched out We are ready to break on through The leaves on the trees are falling, feeling blue I’m kicking up stones Walking down the narrow blind path Throwing stones with the white witch Till the light’s breaking in through the cracks And I rise up to a higher vibrationary rate.