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There's something in your soul that makes me feel so old
In fact I think I've died about six hundred times
There's less of me now and more of me then
I'm moving back to the age of men

Jump off the tarmac there's no stagecoach speed limit
Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet
Soft lenses, grow to glasses
Small world, dimly seen through cataracts
Your program, newspaper

OK, ready. Let's do it

Listen to the voice of Buddha
Saying stop your sericulture
Little people like your offspring
Boiled alive for some god's stocking
Buddha's watching, Buddha's waiting

Just because the kid's an orphan
Is no excuse for thoughtless slaying
Children don't forget this torture
Just because you call her mother
Doesn't mean that she's your better

No future they say
But must it be that way?
Now is calling
The city is human

Blind youth take hope, you're no Joe Soap
Your time is due, big fun come soon

We've had it easy, we should be glad
High-rise living's not so bad

Blind youth take hope, you're no Joe Soap
Your time is due, big fun come soon

Dehumanisation
Is such a big word
It's been around since
Richard The Third

A crow and a baby
Had an affair
The result was a landslide
The result was a dare
The result was a baby
Who wanted it all
Moved out of the doll's house
Moved out of the hall
With one wing on the town
And a gleam in an eye of red
Said "My father was a crow
Now I want all fathers dead
Find the fathers of this world
Treat them as a fatal foe
Put them in the deepest hole

This is a song called The Circus Of Death.
It tells the true story of a circus we met.
The first two verses concern the actual arrival at Heathrow Airport of Commissioner Steve McGarrett.
The third emotionally describes a map showing the range of the circus.
The fourth and fifth were extracted from an article in the Guardian of March the 19th, 1962.

Once there was a vision
Once there was a glow
Once there was a certainty
No chance could overthrow
Hope was scorched by summer
Crushed and beaten down
Once there was a winner
Now there was a clown
Without you life had seemed so
But now I'm
Filling up with Heaven
Without you life had
seemed so hostile
Filling up with Heaven
But maybe with you it's all worthwhile

Don't talk
Close the door
You've been here before

Your shape dim
I'm an old man now
The air's thin
The walls very damp now
And if I don't go
I'll always be stuck here in this poor little room
With a view of the corner

I don't forget
The light growing weak now
Experience is useless
Unless you can learn
And I've never met anyone
Who used their knowledge

La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
La love
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
She is waiting
In the office
For the bell to go
She is thinking
Of their meeting
Just a month ago
Now she's running
Through the pople
Everyone so slow
Now he holds her
And he loves her
He tells her so and
La la la

Ah ah
Here's a song
About living in the past
If it was so good then
How come it didn't last?
If it helps you
I'll put it in a phrase
Those were the times
But these are the days
These are the days x4
The times you're smiling back on
Had that great sitcom
It hardly compensated
For the terror of the bomb
Let me help
'Cause you're looking through a haze
Those were the times

I'm lying alone with my head on the phone
Thinking of you till it hurts
I know you hurt too
But what else can we do
Tormented and torn apart
I wish I could carry
Your smile in my heart
For times when my life seems so low
It would make me believe
What tomorrow could bring
When today doesn't really know
doesn't really know
CHORUS:
I'm all out of love
I'm so lost without you

Listen to the voice of Buddha
Saying stop your sericulture
Little people like your offspring
Boiled alive for some gods stocking
Buddha's watching, Buddha's waiting
Just because the kid's an orphan
Is no excuse for thoughtless slaying
People don't forget this torture
Just because you call her mother
Doesn't mean that she's your better
Once more with the voice of Buddha

Was raining in my heart
Falling deep inside of me
Drowning in my soul
This silence rushes over me
I am breath against this fire
And I will not turn away
I'm waiting for time to carry me
Like a tempest to the sea
Standing strong
Watching over
Love will keep me believing
Thru the dark...can you hear me calling
Holding on when I'm dreaming
Love is all...Love is all
Thundering on high

Dialogue

Listen to the voice of Buddha
Saying stop your sericulture
Little people like your offspring
boiled alive for some god's stocking
Buddha's watching Buddha's waiting

Just because the kid'S an orphan
is no excuse for thoughtless slaying
Children don't forget this torture
Just because you call her mother
doesn't mean that she's your better

Once more withe the voice of Buddha