breathe, breathe in the air.
don't be afraid to care.
leave but don't leave me.
look around and choose your own ground.
long you live and high you fly
and smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
and all you touch and all you see
is all your life will ever be.
run, rabbit run.
dig that hole, forget the sun,
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down it's time to dig another one.
for long you live and high you fly
but only if you ride the tide
and balanced on the biggest wave
you race towards an early grave.
				

[instrumental]
				

ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
you fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
and then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
no one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
so you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
racing around to come up behind you again.
the sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
plans that either come to nought or half a page of scribbled lines
hanging on in quiet desparation is the english way
the time is gone, the song is over,
thought i'd something more to say.
                                      
breath reprise
                                      
home, home again.
i like to be here when i can.
when i come home cold and tired
it's good to warm my bones beside the fire.
far away across the field
the tolling of the iron bell
calls the faithful to their knees
to hear the softly spoken magic spells.
				

[instrumental]
				

money, get away.
get a good job with good pay and you're okay.
money, it's a gas.
grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
new car, caviar, four star daydream,
think i'll buy me a football team.
money, get back.
i'm all right jack keep your hands off of my stack.
money, it's a hit.
don't give me that do goody good bullshit.
i'm in the high-fidelity first class travelling set
and i think i need a lear jet.
money, it's a crime.
share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.
money, so they say
is the root of all evil today.
but if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're
giving none away.
				

us, and them
and after all we're only ordinary men.
me, and you.
god only knows it's noz what we would choose to do.
forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died.
and the general sat and the lines on the map
moved from side to side.
black and blue
and who knows which is which and who is who.
up and down.
but in the end it's only round and round.
haven't you heard it's a battle of words
the poster bearer cried.
listen son, said the man with the gun
there's room for you inside.
"i mean, they're not gunna kill ya, so if you give 'em a quick short,
sharp, shock, they won't do it again. dig it? i mean he get off
lightly, 'cos i would've given him a thrashing - i only hit him once!
it was only a difference of opinion, but really...i mean good manners
don't cost nothing do they, eh?"
down and out
it can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
with, without.
and who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
out of the way, it's a busy day
i've got things on my mind.
for the want of the price of tea and a slice
the old man died.
				

[intrumental]
				

the lunatic is on the grass.
the lunatic is on the grass.
remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
got to keep the loonies on the path.
the lunatic is in the hall.
the lunatics are in my hall.
the paper holds their folded faces to the floor
and every day the paper boy brings more.
and if the dam breaks open many years too soon
and if there is no room upon the hill
and if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
i'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
the lunatic is in my head.
the lunatic is in my head
you raise the blade, you make the change
you re-arrange me 'till i'm sane.
you lock the door
and throw away the key
there's someone in my head but it's not me.
and if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
you shout and no one seems to hear.
and if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
i'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
				

all that you touch
all that you see
all that you taste
all you feel.
all that you love
all that you hate
all you distrust
all you save.
all that you give
all that you deal
all that you buy,
beg, borrow or steal.
all you create
all you destroy
all that you do
all that you say.
all that you eat
everyone you meet
all that you slight
everyone you fight.
all that is now
all that is gone
all that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
["there is no dark side of the moon really. matter of fact it's all dark." ]
				

soundcheck rehearsal - philadelphia, pa - 4/2/04

overhead the albatross
hangs motionless upon the air
and deep beneath the rolling waves
in labyrinths of coral caves
an echo of a distant time
comes willowing across the sand
and everything is green and submarine.

and no one called us to the land
and no one knows the where's or why's.
something stirs and something tries
starts to climb toward the light.

strangers passing in the street
by chance two separate glances meet
and i am you and what i see is me.
and do i take you by the hand
and lead you through the land
and help me understand
the best i can.

and no one called us to the land
and no one crosses there alive.
no one speaks and no one tries
no one flies around the sun....

almost everyday you fall
upon my waking eyes,
inviting and inciting me
to rise.
and through the window in the wall
come streaming in on sunlight wings
a million bright ambassadors of morning.

and no one sings me lulabyes
and no one makes me close my eyes
so i throw the windows wide
and call to you across the sky....
				

live in rotterdam, netherlands - 1/18/04

[instrumental]
				

soundcheck rehearsal - anaheim, ca - 3/9/06

harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away;
only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
you better watch out,
there may be dogs about
i’ve looked over jordan, and i have seen
things are not what they seem.

what do you get for pretending the danger’s not real.
meek and obedient you follow the leader
down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
what a surprise!
a look of terminal shock in your eyes.
now things are really what they seem.
no, this is no bad dream.

the lord is my shepherd, i shall not want
he makes me down to lie
through pastures green he leadeth me the silent waters by.
with bright knives he releaseth my soul.
he maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
he converteth me to lamb cutlets,
for lo, he hath great power, and great hunger.
when cometh the day we lowly ones,
through quiet reflection, and great dedication
master the art of karate,
lo, we shall rise up,
and then we’ll make the bugger’s eyes water.

bleating and babbling i fell on his neck with a scream.
wave upon wave of demented avengers
march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.

have you heard the news?
the dogs are dead!
you better stay home
and do as you’re told.
get out of the road if you want to grow old.
				

live in berlin, germany - 2/26/95

["....we came in?" ]
so ya
thought ya
might like to go to the show.
to feel the warm thrill of confusion
that space cadet glow.
tell me is something eluding you, sunshine?
is this not what you expected to see?
if you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes
you'll just have to claw your way through this disguise.
["lights! turn on the sound effects! action!"   ]
["drop it, drop it on 'em! drop it on them!!!!!"]
				

live in poughkeepsie, ny - 12/30/98

[pink floyd, pink floyd"]
run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run,
run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run.
you better make your face up in
your favorite disguise.
with your button down lips and your
roller blind eyes.
with your empty smile
and your hungry heart.
feel the bile rising from your guilty past.
with your nerves in tatters
when the conchshell shatters
and the hammers batter
down the door.
you'd better run.
run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run,
run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run.
you better sleep all day
and run all night.
keep your dirty feelings
deep inside.
and if you're taking your girlfriend
out tonight
you'd better park the car
well out of sight.
cause if they catch you in the back seat
trying to pick her locks,
they're gonna send you back to mother
in a cardboard box.
you better run.
[hey, open up! hahahahahaaaaaaaaaa!            ]
[sound of car skidding, followed by loud scream]
[hammer, hammer"                               ]
				

live in paris, france - 6/25/98

hey you, out there in the cold
getting lonely, getting old
can you feel me?
hey you, standing in the aisles
with itchy feet and fading smiles
can you feel me?
hey you, dont help them to bury the light
don't give in without a fight.
hey you, out there on your own
sitting naked by the phone
would you touch me?
hey you, with you ear against the wall
waiting for someone to call out
would you touch me?
hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
open your heart, i'm coming home.
but it was only fantasy.
the wall was too high,
as you can see.
no matter how he tried,
he could not break free.
and the worms ate into his brain.
hey you, standing in the road
always doing what you're told,
can you help me?
hey you, out there beyond the wall,
breaking bottles in the hall,
can you help me?
hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
together we stand, divided we fall.
				

featuring queensryche - live in spokane, wa - 7/30/03

hello?
is there anybody in there?
just nod if you can hear me.
is there anyone at home?
come on, now,
i hear you're feeling down.
well i can ease your pain
get you on your feet again.
relax.
i'll need some information first.
just the basic facts.
can you show me where it hurts?
there is no pain you are receding
a distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
you are only coming through in waves.
your lips move but i can't hear what you're saying.
when i was a child i had a fever
my hands felt just like two balloons.
now i've got that feeling once again
i can't explain you would not understand
this is not how i am.
i have become comfortably numb.
o.k.
just a little pinprick.
there'll be no more aaaaaaaaah!
but you may feel a little sick.
can you stand up?
i do believe it's woring, good.
that'll keep you going through the show
come on it's time to go.
there is no pain you are receding
a distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
you are only coming through in waves.
your lips move but i can't hear what you're saying.
when i was a child
i caught a fleeting glimpse
out of the corner of my eye.
i turned to look but it was gone
i cannot put my finger on it now
the child is grown,
the dream is gone.
i have become comfortably numb.