@ALBUM: quark.strangeness.and.charm @SONG: SPIRIT OF THE AGE ( - Brock - Calvert - ) I would've liked you to have been deep frozen too And waiting still as fresh in your flesh for my return to earth But your father refused to sign the forms to freeze you Let's see you'd be about 60 now, and long dead by the time I returned to earth My time held dreams were full of you as you were then still underage Your android replica is playing up again but it's no joke When she comes she moans another's name But that's the spirit of the age, that's the spirit of the age I am a clone, I am not alone Every fibre of my flesh and bone is identical to the others Everything I say is in the same tone as my test tube brother's voice And there's no choice between us, if you'd ever seen us you would rejoice in your uniqueness And consider every weakness something special of your own Being a clone I have no faults to identify Even this doggerel that flows from my pen Has just been written by another twenty telepathic men All word for word it says "Oh, for the wings of any bird other than a battery hen". @SONG: DAMNATION ALLEY ( - Brock - Calvert - House - ) I've got the serum and I'm going to take it All the way to Boston, I've got to get through The going won't be easy, but I'm going to make it It's the only thing I'm cut out to do Ride the post-atomic radioactive trash The sky's on fire from that nuclear flash Diving through the burning hoop of doom in an eight wheeled anti-radiation tomb Thank you Dr. Strangelove for going do-lally and leaving us the heritage of Damnation Alley No more Arizona, now Phoenix is fried up Oklahoma City what a pity it's gone Louisiana delta where the Mississip's dried up No more Chatanooga, Cherokee or Lexington Radiation wasteland, radiation wasteland Ashes coming at me now, craters coming at me now Radiation wasteland, I've got an anti-radiation machine Thanks you Dr. Strangelove, I said thanks you Dr. Strangelove For giving me ashes and post-atomic dust The sky is raining fishes it's a mutation zoo Going down Damnation Alley, well good luck to you Good luck to you now Armor plated angel, motor-pony express Armor plated angel, motor-pony express Going down Damnation Alley it's one hell of a mess @SONG: FABLE OF A FAILED RACE ( - Brock - Calvert - ) Our legends tell we came from a seed That travelled at a whirlwind speed Til it came to rest upon this land That once was green and is now all sand That buried us up to our eyes And made us watchers of the skies Til the shadow wings came for our sight And left us to conspire with night. @SONG: QUARK, STRANGENESS AND CHARM ( - Brock - Calvert - ) Einstein was not a handsome fellow Nobody ever called him Al He had a long moustache to pull on It was yellow I don't believe he ever had a girl One thing he missed out in his theory of time, space and relativity Is something that makes it very clear He was never gonna score like you'n'me He didn't know about Quark, Strangeness and Charm I had a dangerous liaison To have been found out would've been a disgrace We had to rendezvous somedays On the corner of an undiscovered place We got sick of the chat chat chatter and the look upon everybody's face But all that does not anti-matter Now we've found ourselves a black hole in space And we're talking about Quark, Strangeness and Charm Copernicus had those Renaissance ladies Crazy about his telescope And Galileo had a name that made his reputation higher than his hopes Did none of those astronomers discover While they were staring out into the dark That what a lady looks for in her lover is Charm, Strangeness and Quark. @SONG: Hassan I Sabha Hashish-hashin Hashish-hashin Hashish-hashin Hashish-hashin Hashish-hashin Hashish-hashin Hashishin Black-September Black-September Black-September Black-September Black-September Black-September Black-September Death unto all infidels, in oil Guide us o thou genie of the smoke Lead us to a thousand and one nights In the perfumed gardens of delight Petro-dollar Petro-dollar Petrol-D'allah Petrol-D'allah Petro-dollar Petro-dollar Petro-dollar It is written in the soul of the desert It is written in the signs in the stars It is written in the sands of the hour-glass It is written It is written in the eye of the falcon It is written in the shade of the scorpion It is written in the wealth of the sun It is written It is written that man's truth is a mirage It is written that death is an oasis It is written for all unbelievers It is written @SONG: DAYS OF THE UNDERGROUND ( - Brock - Calvert - Shaw - ) In visions of acid we saw through delusion and brainbox pollution, we knew we were right. The streets were our oyster, we smoked urban poison and we turned all the noise on, we knew how to fight. We dropped out and tuned in, spoke secret jargon and we did not bargain for what we had found in the days of the underground. We believed in Guevera, we saw that head held up and our anger welled up, but we kept it cool. No need for machine guns 'cause the system was crumbling, our leaders were fumbling, while we broke every rule. We saw them on T.V. they'd blown their cover and we tried to smother their voices with sound, in the days of the underground. Whatever happened to those chromium heroes, are there none of them still left around, since the days of the underground? Now we can look back at the heroes we were then, we made quite a stir with our sonic attack, street-fighting dancers, the assassins of silence, with make-believe violence, on a hundred watt stack. They offered us contracts, but we said "we don't need 'em", we just took our freedom and will not be bound in the days of the underground. And some of us made it but not smiling Michael, his black motorcycle got eaten by rust. And John the Bog dreamt that he slept at the wheel, but when he woke it was real, too late to have sussed. And Jeff was a poet who wrote with a spray can on walls, saying "Hey man, I believe we have drowned" in the days of the underground.