Now see how the bramble and the rose
Intertwine
Now love grows like the bramble and the rose
Often cruel, often kind
They buried her in the old churchyard
They buried him in the choir
And from his grave grew a red red rose
From her grave a green briar
I was born in the cemetery, under the sign of the moon
Raised from my grave by the dead
I was made a mercenary in the legions of hell
Now I’m king of pain, I’m insane
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
While Wilde is on mine
While Mona Lisas and mad hatters, sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky, but they can’t and that is why
They know not if it’s dark outside or light
[OK, Elton it is then…]
And I looked high and saw the empty sky
If I could only, I could only fly
I’d drift with them in endless space
But no man flies from this place
The last thing that I saw as my life passed by
Were fields of empty people, laying down to die
The rain lashed down in darkness, a lizard blinked an eye
And time stopped in the silence to watch the burning sky
[And Porcupine Tree. OK, when in Rome…]
I sat in the room with a view
The girl in the photograph knew
Can’t you see?
Why is she laughing at me?
Yeah this world’s got a lot of space
And if they don’t like my face
It ain’t me that’s going any where, no
So I don’t care, then laugh at me
Like I told you, what I said, Steal your face right off your head.
Sproston Green, she used to pace me
And now she hasn’t got the time
I know I’m too necessary
And everything she stole was mine
There’s a ringing on the telephone, oh no, got to write a little later
No such day as tomorrow, only one two three go!
Time - got the time tick-tick-tickin’ in my head
Time - got the time tick-tick-tickin’ in my head
God help the child who rings that bell
It may have one good ring left, you can’t tell
One watch by night, one watch by day
If you get confused just listen to the music play
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
Whoa-oh-whoa, listen to the music
All the time
It’s time we stop
Hey, what’s that sound?
Everybody look - what’s going down?
Stop, Hammer time!
This nine pound hammer
Is a little too heavy
For my size, buddy for my size
If I had a hammer
I’d hammer in the morning
I’d hammer in the evening
All over this land
They took Bart Simpson to the graveyard
And they buried him in the sand, Oh, yeah,
And every locomotive that comes rollin’ by
Says there lies a steel-drivin’ man - Lord, Lord, oh, there lies a–
I saw the ocean meet the man, I saw you buried in the sand.
A friend was there to hold your hand, said, walk on by.
So, I went walking through the street, I saw you strung up in a tree.
A woman knelt there said to me, said, hold your tongue, man. Hold your tongue.