Roy Harper - The Game (Parts 1-5) lyrics

There's an owl in the valley fixing his prey He's not counting the tally It's down to what comes up before the day And the trees in the orchard were taken from a narrow view of time Where the minds of the tortured perpetuated patron saints of crime Oh civilisation I can fit into your puzzle but it's hardly, hardly ever a hold And I'll tell you, yeah yeah, tell you the trouble The habits I've got are more than 10.000 years old And we cannot sell our souls to learning morals Big brother is no place for us to slide We cannot live by numbers or on laurels And hardly on how far from d**h we hide And it's not a case of rampant paranoia But just an age I'd love to see unborn Not that I'd be missing playing Goya More like I feel awkward pa**ing on Civilisation, civilisation down to my children Without a question While the prophets of freedom, battery farming brains for narrow minds Have decided, yes they decided that meaning is far beyond the lives they left behind As two thirds of the population dine On scraps in shadow lengthening with time While propaganda spreads the same old theme You is me and we can change the game, bullsh** Oh but how many times have we written these lines And delivered these signs and not made it happen Walking the tightrope of taking our head off Losing the rhythm, idealising and all criticising And not realising that we've changed and left and we've gone And sad to be leaving the things we believe in but time has a way and we fly The next age is born and the old hands are gone and done in the wink of an eye No point in pa**ing bad reason good guessing, no time for ma**ing much more than can flourish with love And right now, my darling, I'm lying here dreaming of feeling, no daylight between us So wherever you are and whenever I'm there is someplace we've got to be ours Can we right-heartedly stand in this light and see what might turn out to be crazy enough, enough to be we ? When we've had a past sad enough to last for sometime into the future These storms have torn and true love is alone and the past is almost a failure Consciences burn in the programme turn, computing the social behaviour But yoke revolts, the foundation bolts and cries for yet another saviour And I'd pack my things on a pair of wings and tomorrow I'd be parting With the summer birds and the winter herds for a place to face a new heart in But it makes no difference, where I am I'm in the game first hand There are no certain answers and no time to understand The rules are set to paradox, coercion and blind faith The goal's a changing paradise, a moment out of date The dream is righteous grandeur fit to flood the universe The fact is more than meets the eye but less than runs the earth, running the earth And the prisoner of the present paces up and down inside his cell He's the living replacement, somersaulting from this psychic well Screaming : 'I'm the sponsor of a hell' Voices like the sea inside a shell Telling me I cannot stake a claim Possession is a clue but not the game So please leave this world as clean as when you came So please leave this world as clean as when you came Please leave this world as clean as when you came Please leave this world as clean as when you came Please leave this world as clean as when you came