Signals
Album - 1982 - Debaser id 15834

Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown

Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone

Nowhere is the dreamer
Or the misfit so alone

Subdivisions -
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
Subdivisions -
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help disprove
The unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth

Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night

Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight

Somewhere out of a memory
Of lighted streets on quiet nights...

A hot a windy August afternoon
Has the trees in constant motion
With a flash of silver leaves
As they're rockin' in the breeze.

The boy lies in the grass with
One blade stuck between his teeth
A vague sensation quickens in
His young and restless heart
And a bright and nameless vision
Has him longing to depart.

You move me, you move me
With your buildings and your eyes
Autumn woods and winter skies
You move me, you move me
Open sea and city lights
Busy streets and dizzy heights
You call me, you call me.

The fawn eyed girl with sun browned legs
Dances on the edge of his dreams
And the voices in his ears
Like the music of the spheres.

The boy lies in the grass unmoving
Staring at the sky
His mother starts to call him
As a hawk goes soaring by
And the boy throws down his baseball cap
And covers up his eye's.

You move me, you move me
With your buildings and your eyes
Autumn woods and winter skies
You move me, you move me
Open sea and city lights
Busy streets and dizzy heights
You call me, you call me.

Too many hands on my time
Too many feelings
Too many things on my mind.

When I leave I don't know
What I'm hoping to find
And when I leave I don't know
What I'm leaving behind.

Oh when I leave I don't know
What I'm hoping to find
And when I leave I don't know
What I'm leaving behind.

Signals transmitted
Message received
Reaction making impact
Invisibly.

Elemental telepathy
Exchange of energy
Reaction making contact
Mysteriously.

Eye to I, reaction burning hotter
Two to one, reflection on the water
H to O, no flow without the other
Oh but how do they make contact with one another?

Electricity? Biology?
Seems to me it's chemistry.

Emotion transmitted
Emotion received
Music in the abstract
Positively.

Elemental empathy
A change of synergy
Music making contact
Naturally.

One, two, three, add without subtraction
Sound on sound, multiplied reaction
H to O, no flow without the other
Oh but how do we make contact with one another.

Electricity? Biology?
Seems to me it's Chemistry.

Losing It

The dancer slows her frantic pace
In pain and desperation,
Her aching limbs and downcast face
Aglow with perspiration

Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire,
With just the briefest pause
The flooding through her memory,
The echoes of old applause.

She limps across the floor
And closes her bedroom door...

The writer stare with glassy eyes
Defies the empty page
His beard is white, his face is lined

And streaked with tears of rage.

Thirty years ago, how the words would flow
With passion and precision,
But now his mind is dark and dulled
By sickness and indecision

And he stares out the kitchen door
Where the sun will rise no more...

Some are born to move the world
To live their fantasies
But most of us just dream about
The things we'd like to be
Sadder still to watch it die
Than never to have known it
For you, the blind who once could see
The bell tolls for thee...

Lit up with anticipation
We arrive at the launching site
The sky is still dark, nearing dawn
On the Florida coastline

Circling choppers slash the night
With roving searchlight beams
This magic day when super-science
Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams

Floodlit in the hazy distance
The star of this unearthly show
Venting vapours, like the breath
Of a sleeping white dragon

Crackling speakers, voices tense
Resume the final count
All systems check, T minus nine
As the sun and the drama start to mount

The air is charged - a humid, motionless mass
The crowds and the cameras,
The cars full of spectators pass
Excitement so thick - you could cut it with a knife
Technology - high, on the leading edge of life

The earth beneath us starts to tremble
With the spreading of a low black cloud
A thunderous roar shakes the air
Like the whole world exploding

Scorching blast of golden fire
As it slowly leaves the ground
Tears away with a mighty force
The air is shattered by the awesome sound

Like a pillar of cloud, the smoke lingers
High in the air
In fascination - with the eyes of the world
We stare...