Him
Who Ed, him?
Yeah, he's only got us up here to make a fool of us you know. It's either that, you know, or it's sort of, like he thinks, that'll be groovy, you know. Look at that bloke over there. Pig, bloody pig, see him? There you are, that's it, that's the one, that's who he is, that's what it's all about. And where'll we be in the morning mate?
Eh?
The Morning, the morning mate.
And beneath the skies as tall as houses began to peel, the land that had become barren blossomed again, and the seas rolled back, and people came from every hill once more into the world, and as a heron flew across the bay, the dawn discreetly crept away.
The dawn crept away like an early morning kiss
And the stars on that day, troubled, toiled, sunset red
The Sun shone high in the clustered rosy spangled sky
The world turned around, people lived, people died
The dawn crept away, The dawn crept away
She was black and green in the early morning light
And the sweet, sweet field in the herald, holy night
The dawn crept away, The dawn crept away
The dawn crept away, The dawn crept away
I see two people walking out tonight
Like lovers, hand in hand, they were far from sight
What is a woman, a mother, the other a boy
What is a woman, a mother, the other her little boy
Mama, what's that red ball hanging in the sky
Mama, I don't like it, am I gonna die?
No more people crying, summer, we gone all shy
Will we see tomorrow morning if tonight we die
Die, die, die
Mama, mama, you know I ask the questions
And the questions have been questioned
Mama looking worried, uneasy
Edgar lost for words, lost for words, lost for words
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Mama, mama, why do you look at me that way?
I have some words that I wish to say
Mama, do you hear them?
Do you hear them coming to the line?
Do you feel them, do you feel them, do you feel them?
Walking across your mind
Mama, what's that red ball?
What's that, what's that red ball?
SON! This is your father's world
This is your father's world
This is your Daddy's world
This is your Daddy's world
Daddy Built it, Daddy built it
Daddy Built it, Daddy fired it
Daddy tried to pull it back
Another string broke Who lives? Who dies? Who weeps? Who cries?
You or I? Which is mine? Which is mine? Which is mine?
Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy water, heavy water, heavy water, heavy water, heavy water, heavy water
Mama get your daughters
Heavy rain Get your sunspec, get your sunspec, again
At that moment, the beach photographer, sensing a chance to work in the off season, comes along the beach, seeing the woman and the child, and the water rolling, endlessly, endlessly, on, on, on
GOD! Saying
Mama, would you like a picture? Would you like a photograph? Would you like a picture? Would you like a photograph? Would you like a picture? Photograph, picture, Photograph, picture, Photograph, picture,
NO! I got a little boy!
WHAT'S THAT? A boy?
My own, my own boy
Oh then come on lady, come on lady, five dollar for a five dollar picture, get a one that's only five dollar, three to go now, picture photograph
But I've got a little boy
Now listen. You see that red ball in the sky
Red ball, Red ball, Red ball, Red ball, Red ball
What do you think that could be?
Be The little boy starts crying
For he knows only too well
He has the intuition of an innocent child, child, child
At that point the photographer says
'Mama, take a picture, take a photograph, take a picture
Before your baby burns, away, away, away, away'
She walks like a dream in the early morning light
Of the sweet, sleep, deep, in the hell, holy night
1000's of years pass on, and again a couple stand on the beach
The man looks at his girl, and the sun, and the sun
The girl looks into the eyes of the man and she says
'Darling, soon we will have a baby boy all of our own'
And with the love in his eyes, like the love one knows of coming home he speaks, thus:
'Woman of mine, you see the sea rolling, endlessly
See and look and you shall see but many years have passed us by
Have we learned but one thing in our lives?
Away, away, away
Cold the wind blows
(Edgar growls to the end)
I'd like to say a few words on behalf of the band (repeated over and over).