a storm approaches

we listen fearfully for the great blast
there's nothing left for us to think or say
the shore must drown beneath the rising spray
into deep peril we have all been cast
finding we have no choices at the last
we give our answers and we take our pay
accepting this as the end of the play
our glory now lies wholly in the past
the remnant will now go entirely mad
there is no silence left here for relief
nor will we honour truth and sense define
but yet there may be reasons to be glad
and turn away one moment from great grief
while looking eastward for a hopeful sign

more light

 more light won't make another thing as clear
as this calm moment in the dappled shade
we have good sense abundant and to spare
more light won't make another thing as clear

you're not so certain that we just won't dare
to enter into spaces you have made
more light won't make another thing as clear
as this calm moment in the dappled shade

there's no one here who has not made the grade
your hearts lie open to the whole world's sight
we have to call a spade a blooming spade
there's no one here who has not made the grade

not one of you has yet come to our aid
you laugh at seeing our disgusting plight
there's no one here who has not made the grade
your hearts lie open to the whole world's plight

each law we make requires that things be right
before we act to set all bricks in line
the rules we make distinguish day from night
each law we make requires that things be right

a single word is taken for a slight
we see each action as a sort of sign
each law we make requires that things be right
before we act to set all bricks in line

you are not asked to make pure or refine
but only to be sensible and care
truth and the lie in every heart entwine
you are not asked to make pure or refine

reality must serve to undermine
the castles that have been built in the air
you are not asked to make pure or refine
but only to be sensible and care

bright pebbles

 

we find ourselves with clarity in stone
rivers and seas over our hearts must flow
the calmest mind is in its proper zone

listen in quiet as the bent trees groan
too late for them the first sign of fresh snow
we find ourselves with clarity in stone

each knows that they must face the dark alone
you tarry for a moment then you go
the calmest mind is in its proper zone

there's never sin for which you must atone
the one who so proclaims them is our foe
we find ourselves with clarity in stone

there's naught but silence on the telephone
outside we note that the winds starts to blow
the calmest mind is in its proper zone

the bird of wisdom into night has flown
each turns their back on the last reddish glow
we find ourselves with clarity in stone
the calmest mind is in its proper zone

a kind of vision

 

the shore is not as distant as you'd think
what's there is known but never wholly sure
the thing that matters is that we endure

we find the television's on the blink
and for the silence there's no longer cure
the shore is not as distant as you'd think

everything happens between nod and wink
the greatest victim we cannot immure
not one thing left that you would account pure
the shore is not as distant as you'd think