@ALBUM: space.ritual.alive @SONG: BLACK CORRIDOR ( - Moorcock - ) Space is infinite, it is dark Space is neutral, it is cold Stars occupy minute regions of space They are clustered a few million here And a few million there As if seeking consolation in numbers Space does not care, space does not threaten Space does not comfort It does not speak, it does not wake It does not dream It does not know, it does not fear It does not love, it does not hate It does not encourage any of these qualities Space cannot be measured, it cannot be angered, it cannot be placated It cannot be summed up, space is there Space is not large and it is not small It does not live and it does not die Does not offer truth and neither does it lie Space is a remorseless, senseless, impersonal fact Space is the absence of all time and matter @SONG: BORN TO GO ( - Brock - Calvert - ) We were born to go, we're never turning back We were born to go, and leave a burning track We were born to go, and leave no star unturned We were born to grow, we were born to learn We're breaking out of the shell, we're breaking free We're hatching our dreams into reality We were born to blaze a new clear way through space A way out of the maze, that held the human race We were born to go, as far as we can find We were born to go, to blow the human mind @SONG: SEVEN BY SEVEN ( - Brock - ) Lost am I in this world of timelessness and woe Can I find the doorways through which I must go Is the key to this plain too much for me to try to gain Is the passport to this world my astral soul 7 signs rode 7 stars, 7 ways to find the long lost bards 7 days became 7 years, while Pocus laughed and called foul jeers 7 times he cursed the 7 tears, each one became their 7 fears What is lost is never gained, and I've cast the spell that eternity chains No more to cry o' mortal soul, the astral path is now your fortuitous role. @SONG: ORGONE ACCUMULATOR ( - Brock - Calvert - ) I've got an orgone accumulator It makes me feel greater I'll see you sometime later When I'm through with my accumulator It's no social integrator It's a one man isolator It's a back brain stimulator It's a cerebral vibrator Those energy stimulators Will turn your eyeballs into craters But an orgone accumulator Is a superman creator It's no social integrator It's a one man isolator It's a back brain stimulator It's a cerebral vibrator I've got an orgone accumulator And it makes me feel grater I'll see you sometime later When I'm through with my accumulator. @SONG: Upside Down [incomplete] When I stand upside down Can't get a thing together and I don't know why Oh dear you look so good Don't you think it's heaven like you knew you would Oh dear what shall I do ??????????? reason and it's up to you I stand upside down Can't get a thing together and I don't know why You know you look so fine Can't get a thing together and I don't know why I stand upside down Can't get a thing together and I don't know why Oh dear what shall I do? ??????? reason and it's up to you I stand upside down Can't get a thing together and I don't know why @SONG: TEN SECONDS OF FOREVER ( - Calvert - ) In the tenth second of forever, I thought of the sea and your white yacht drifting... In the ninth second of forever, I thought of the leaf, the stone, the plastic fragment of the child's toy... In the eighth second of forever, I remembered a warm room where voices played... In the seventh second of forever, I thought of the life I would not lead... In the sixth second of forever, I saw your love whispering something I could hear... In the fifth second of forever, I thought of the vermillion deserts of Mars, the duned forest of Venus... In the fourth second of forever, I could remember nothing that I did not love... In the third second of forever, I thought of rain against a window and I thought of the wind... In the second second of forever, I thought of the pair of broken shades lying on the tarmac... In the first and final second of forever, I thought of the long past that had lead to now and never... never... never... never... @SONG: WELCOME TO THE FUTURE ( - Calvert - ) Welcome to the oceans in a labeled can, Welcome to the dehydrated lands, Welcome to the south police parade, Welcome to the neo-golden age, Welcome to the days you've made You are welcome You are welcome Welcome Welcome You are welcome You are welcome.