Seluna
Legacy Name: Seluna

breathe, breathe in the air
don't be afraid to care
leave, but don't leave me
look around, choose your own ground
for 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

[have your baggage and passport ready and then folow the green line to customs and immigration]

[BA flight 215 to rome, cairo and lagos]

[live for today, gone tomorrow. that's me]

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

and you run and you run
to catch up with the sun
but it's sinking
and 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 naught,
or half a page of scribbled lines
hanging on in quiet desperation
is the english way
the time is gone,
the song is over,
thought i'd something more to say

[and i am not frightened of dying. any time will do; i don't mind.why should i be frightened of dying? there's no reason for it - you've gotta go sometime.]

money, get away
get a good job with more pay
and you're ok
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 hi-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 rise
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 not 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
and in the end it's only
round and 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

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 want of the price of tea and a slice
the old man died

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 you 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 rearrange 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

there is no dark side of the moon, really.

matter of fact, it's all dark.