Careful With That Axe, Eugene

Intrumental

Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun

Little by little the night turns around.
Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn.
Lotus's lean on each other in urning.
Over the hill the swallow is resting.
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.

Over the mountain watching the watcher.
Breaking the darkness waking the grapevine.
Morning to birth is born into shadow
Love is the shadow that ripens the wine.
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun.

Who is the man who arrives at the wall?
Making the shape of his questions at asking.
Thinking the sun will fall in the evening.
Will he remember the lesson of giving?
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun. 

A Saucerful Of Secrets 

Instrumental

Sysyphus (Part 1-4)

Instrumental

Granchester Meadows

"Icy wind of night be gone this is not your domain" 
In the sky a bird was heard to cry. 
Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
Belie the deathly silence that lay all around. 

Hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox
Gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer
Making for the sea.

In the lazy water meadow I lay me down.
All around me golden sun flakes settle on the ground.
Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room. 

Hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox
Gone to ground. 
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees.

In the lazy water meadow I lay me down.
All around me golden sun flakes covering the ground.
Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room. 

Hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox
Gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees.

Several Species Of Small Furry Animals 
Gathered Together In A Cave 
And Grooving With A Pict

Aye an' a bit of Mackeral settler rack and ruin
ran it doon by the haim, 'ma place
well I slapped me and I slapped it doon in the side
and I cried, cried, cried.

The fear a fallen down taken never back the raize and then Craig Marion, 
get out wi' ye Claymore out mi pocket a' ran doon, doon the middin stain
picking the fiery horde that was fallen around ma feet.
Never he cried, never shall it ye get me alive
ye rotten hound of the burnie crew. Well I snatched fer the blade O my
Claymore cut and thrust and I fell doon before him round his feet.

Aye! A roar he cried frae the bottom of his heart that I would nay fall
but as dead, dead as 'a can be by his feet; de ya ken?

...and the wind cried back.

The Narrow Way (Part 1-3)

Part 1 (Instrumental)

Part 2 (Instrumental) 

Part 3

Following the path as it leads toward
The darkness in the north
Weary stranger's faces show their sympathy
They've seen that hope before

And if you want to Stay for a little bit
Rest your aching limbs for a little bit
For you the night is beckoning 
And now you can't delay 
You hear the night birds calling you
But you can't catch the words they say
And you must you realize be on your way 

Mystery swelling, creatures crawling
Hear the roar ger louder in your ears
You know the folly was your own
But the force behind can't conquer all you fears

And if you want to Stay for a little bit
Rest your aching limbs for a little bit
For you the night is beckoning and you know
And now you can't delay 
You hear the night birds callling you 
But you can't catch the words they say
And you must you realize be on your way

Throw your thoughts back many years
To the Time when love was life with every morning 
Perhaps a day will come when the match for me the curlers past warning 

And if you want to Stay for a little bit
Rest your aching limbs for a little bit
For you the night is beckoning 
And now you can't delay 
You hear the night birds calling you
But you can't catch the words they say
And you must you realize be on your way