BOOK TWO: NOW lyrics: J. Morse © 1984 VI - Chapter Eleven (part one) Look down the street, what meets your eye? When you were here last, you never noticed But maybe it's new - what happened, this can't be true There's a shop that used to deal in motor trades Now the broken windows catch my view The owner hasn't surfaced for years and years The victim of a greedy chosen few The grocery store, another boarded door Bankrupt and despised, the owner slowly dies And no one there is mourning There's no one left to mourn Who here can afford the luxury? All turned quiet Before the judgement fell Can we understand it? Do you think we can even tell? Even the old, calm and prosperous souls Are not immune to the ringing of that bell Library watcher, unravelling strings Nothing is wrong, until the entry bell rings Then she died. . . VII - Then She Died (instrumental) VIII - In Residence There's so much here that changes day to day Street to street From tenement to suburb, the contrast is amazing Beat to beat Can you tell the difference between the rich and the poor Door to door You wander. What's the spell you're under now? Just a quarter-mile ago You were in the slums and debris Now the view is brighter than before Though you're not blind, you can't see The things that change so freely Are the things you want to stay the same And the people that you want to see again Are the ones who don't remember your name. . . What makes the people who think they're elite Think that the poor man's gonna kiss their feet I'm more acceptable than you You call it social irrelevance You don't deserve your second chance I'm just a victim of circumstance IX - Corners Do me just a little favor and change yourself for me Let me turn the corner, and see all that I can see You knew I always wanted you, and now I see you're free Ten years ago, you never would have considered someone like me Things have changed Nothing is the same Rearranged Tell me, what's the game? What's your aim? X - Am I What You Think? You think you know me, you say you've seen me before You recognize me? You saw me a long time ago Where have I been? It should be obvious Look for me now, I'll be on the bus Tell me, am I what you think? I disappeared a few years ago To seek my fortune within this traveling show You always wonder why I never said goodbye And ask me now to tell you all the reasons why I felt I had to be alone, on my own I needed some solitude at last But my career got in the way, that's what they all say Now I wipe my eyes, looking at all the things gone past And you still want me now, but you never told me before If you want me to allow you to be with me. . . just open the door Make the call and plead with me You need to see me once again So now I'm on my way to you -- though you saw me just last night You didn't even recognize me on the stage. . . in the white light And you still want me now, but you never told me before If you want me to allow you to be with me. . . just open the door Where am I now? XI - Before the Crest Caught in a tangle of exploding dreams All my illusions come apart at the seams I'm getting nowhere, but I'm further on than you If you keep on sliding down, there's nothing you can do Goodbye. . . Lost in fascination, you scale that final hill All around is quiet now. . . all is still Silence shattered by breaking glass, but still you ignore You don't want to slip away. . . anymore. Goodbye. . . What echoes in your mind before you crest that final hill? Will you escape the dark satanic mills inside your mind? Before the crest, look to the west What do you see? Is it me? I'm getting nowhere, but I'm further on than you If you keep on sliding down, there's nothing you can do But say goodbye. Continued in Book Three: Contrast Composition notes on CITY |