On The Sunday Of Life lyrics

Lyrics: Alan Duffy / Music: Steven Wilson

I locked myself inside the capsule
And watched the planet slowly turning blue

The lights before me flashed and sparkled

Holding keys to lives I've wandred through

Circuits buzzing, visions passing

Mysterious and cold upon the screen

Glowing, flowing with the currents

Yet never knowing where I've really been

Lyrics: Alan Duffy / Music: Steven Wilson

Jupiter Island is full of pleasures

Glowing gardens holding hidden treasures
Luminous flowers of yellows and greens

Glittering petals that have to be seen

Here's your chance don't let it pass you by

Take my hand and we'll fly

Jupiter Island is surrounded by oceans

Majestic ballerinas with graceful motions

Lyrics: Alan Duffy / Music: Steven Wilson

Linton Samuel Dawson

Lives in inner space
He hangs around with a circus troupe

Outside the human race

Linton Samuel Dawson

Has just reached 25

Artists travel from outside time

Just to see his rainbow jive

He's bored, He's bored.

Linton Samuel Dawson

Yields his knowledge in a phial

A vivid play on an emerald day

[Lyrics: Alan Duffy / Music: Steven Wilson]

A systematic killer

Returning from Madrid
Murdered Mozart in his garden

Mussolini ran and hid

He was chosen by his elders

Sitting on the shelf

They passed his heart to Satan

Who showered them with wealth

A Purple Haze crawled on the lawn

Where lonely angels played

And Shakespeare wrote of Vietnam

While a president decayed

Lyrics: Alan Duffy / Music: Steven Wilson

A Caterpillar crawled to me one day and said

"Oh what the hell goes on inside your swollen head?
I don't believe that you can see as much as I

Now close your eyes and tell me what do you say?"

"I watched nine cats dance on the moon

A flamingo stalked into my room

It bowed its head to me and knelt

Lyrics: Alan Duffy / Music: Steven Wilson

I saw her footprints on the sea

I knew her eyes were watching me
So I ventured further in my mind

In the hope that I would find:

"Tangerine Trees and Marmalade Skies and

Plasticine Porters with Looking Glass Ties"

My mind had formed a mental prison

I cried aloud no-one would listen

Then floating through the heavy mist

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Lyrics: Alan Duffy / Music: Steven Wilson

I'm sitting in the concrete

I'm listening for a heartbeat

I'm sitting in the painting
I promised I'd be waiting

I'm sitting in the window

I'm listening to the wind blow

I'm sitting in an hour glass

I'm waiting for the march past

I'm sitting in the doorway

I'm wishing for a new day

I'm choking in the landscape

Lyrics: Alan Duffy / Music: Steven Wilson

The butterfly sailed on the breeze

Past a field of barbed wire trees
Where golden dragons chased around

Pampered poppies on the ground

Two silver trout sat way on high

And watched a royal samurai

Plant two black orchids in a box

And strap it to a laughing fox

A minstrel bought a crooked spoon

He gave it to a blue baboon

Run through forests on a hot Summer day

Trying to break down walls of numbing pain

Give me the freedom to destroy

Give me radioactive toy

Taste the water from a stream of running death

Eat the apple and cough a dying breath

Feel the sun burning through your black skin

Pour me into a hole, inform my next of kin

Run through graveyards on a dusty Winter day