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4. W. D. (Low Ratio)
... And The Mouse Police Never Sleeps

A Change Of Horses
A Gift of Roses
A New Day Yesterday
A Passion Play
A Small Cigar
A Song For Jeffrey
A Stitch In Time
A Time For Everything
A Winter Snowscape [Instrumental]
Acres Wild
Adrift And Dumfounded
After These Wars
Alive And Well And Living In
And Further On
Animelée [Instrumental]
Another Harry's Bar
Another Christmas Song
At Last, Forever
Automotive Engineering

Back To The Family
Back-Door Angels
Bad-Eyed and Loveless
Baker St. Muse
Banker Bets, Banker Wins
Batteries Not Included
Beggar's Farm
Bends Like a Willow
Beside Myself
Big Dipper
Big Riff and Mando
Birthday Card At Christmas
Black Mamba
Black Satin Dancer
Black Sunday
Bourée [Instrumental]
Broadford Bazaar
Bungle In The Jungle
By Kind Permission Of

Cat's Squirrel [Instrumental]
Cheap Day Return
Christmas Song
Cold Dead Reckoning
Cold Wind To Valhalla
Commons Brawl
Cosy Corner
Crazed Institution
Crew Nights
Critique Oblique
Cross-Eyed Mary
Cup Of Wonder

Dangerous Veils
Dark Ages
Dharma For One
Doctor To My Disease
Dogs In The Midwinter
Dot Com
Down At The End Of Your Road
Dr. Bogenbroom
Drive On The Young Side Of Life
Driving Song
Dun Ringill

Ears Of Tin
El Nino
Elegy [Instrumental]
Enter The Uninvited
European Legacy

Fallen On Hard Times
Far Alaska
Farm On The Freeway
Fat Man
Fire At Midnight
First Post [Instrumental]
First Snow On Brooklyn
Flying Colours
Flying Dutchman
For A Thousand Mothers
For Later [Instrumental]
For Michael Collins, Jeffrey and Me
From A Dead Beat To An Old Greaser
From A Pebble Thrown
Fylingdale Flyer

General Crossing
Give Till It Hurts
Glory Row
Gold-Tipped Boots, Black Jacket and Tie
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen [Instrumental]
Greensleeved [Instrumental]

Hard Liner
Hare In The Wine Cup
Heavy Horses
Heavy Metals
Heavy Water
Holly Herald [Instrumental]
Hot Mango Flush
Hunt by Numbers
Hunting Girl
Hymn 43

I Don't Want To Be Me
I'm Your Gun
In For A Pound
It All Trickles Down
It's Breaking Me Up

Jack Frost and The Hooded Crow
Jeffrey Goes To Leicester Square
Jump Start
Just Trying To Be

King Henry's Madrigal [Instrumental]
Kismet In Suburbia
Kissing Willie

Lap Of Luxury
Last Man At The Party
Later, That Same Evening
Law Of The Bungle
Law Of The Bungle Part II [Instrumental]
Left Right
Lick Your Fingers Clean
Life Is A Long Song
Lights Out
Like A Tall Thin Girl
Living In The Past
Living In These Hard Times
Locomotive Breath
Look At The Animals
Look Into The Sun
Love Story

Man Of Principle
Mango Surprise [Instrumental]
March The Mad Scientist
Mayhem, Maybe
Meliora Sequamur
Minstrel In The Gallery
Mother Goose
Mountain Men
Move On Alone
My God
My Sunday Feeling

New Blood, Old Veins
Night in the Wilderness
No Lullaby
No Rehearsal
No Step
Nobody's Car
North Sea Oil
Nothing @ All [Instrumental]
Nothing Is Easy
Nothing To Say

Occasional Demons
Old Ghosts
Old School Song
One Brown Mouse
One For John Gee [Instrumental]
One White Duck/0^10 = Nothing At All
Only Solitaire
Out Of The Noise

Pan Dance [Instrumental]
Paradise Steakhouse
Part Of The Machine
Pavane [Instrumental]
Pebbles [Instrumental]
Per Errationes Ad Astra
Piece Of Cake
Pied Piper
Play In Time
Post Last
Power And Spirit
Protect and Survive
Puer Ferox Adventus
Pussy Willow

Quartet [Instrumental]
Queen and Country
Quizz Kid

Radio Free Moscow
Rainbow Blues
Raising Steam
Rare And Precious Chain
Reasons For Waiting
Rhythm In Gold
Ring Out, Solstice Bells
Rock Island
Rocks On The Road
Roll Yer Own
Roots To Branches
Rosa On The Factory Floor
Round [Instrumental]

Said She Was A Dancer
Seal Driver
Sealion II
Serenade To A Cuckoo [Instrumental]
Shunt And Shuffle
Silver River Turning
Singing All Day
Skating Away (On The Thin Ice Of The New Day)
Sleeping With The Dog
Slow Marching Band
Some Day The Sun Won't Shine For You
Something's On The Move
Songs From The Wood
Sossity, You're A Woman
Sparrow On The Schoolyard Wall
Steel Monkey
Still Loving You Tonight
Stormy Monday Blues
Strange Avenues
Strip Cartoon
Stuck In The August Rain
Summerday Sands
Sunshine Day
Sweet Dream
Swing It Far

Taxi Grab
The Clasp
The Browning Of The Green
The Curse
The Chateau D'Isaster Tapes
The Chequered Flag (Dead or Alive)
The Dog-ear Years
The Engineer
The Pax Britannica
The Pine Marten's Jig [Instrumental]
The Rattlesnake Trail
The Turnpike Inn
The Story Of The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles
The Third Hoorah
The Waking Edge
The Whaler's Dues
The Whistler
Thick As A Brick
Thinking Round Corners
This Free Will
This Is Not Love
Tiger Toon [Instrumental]
To Cry You A Song
Too Many Too
Too Old To Rock'n'Roll; Too Young To Die
Tripudium Ad Bellum [Instrumental]
Truck Stop Runner
Two Fingers

Under Wraps
Undressed To Kill
Up The 'Pool
Up To Me
Upper Sixth Loan Shark

Velvet Green

Warm Sporran [Instrumental]
Watching Me Watching You
We Five Kings [Instrumental]
We Used To Know
What-ifs, Maybes And Might-have-beens
When Jesus Came To Play
White Innocence
Wicked Windows
With You There To Help Me
Witches Promise
Wond'ring Again
Wond'ring Aloud
Working John, Working Joe
Wootton Bassett Town
Wounded, Old And Treacherous

A Passion Play
A Passion Play album

Český překlad Vladmíra Řepíka

"Do you still see me even here?" (The silver cord lies on the ground.) "And so I'm dead", the young man said over the hill (not a wish away). My friends (as one) all stand aligned although their taxis came too late. There was a rush along the Fulham Road. There was a hush in the Passion Play. Such a sense of glowing in the aftermath ripe with rich attainments all imagined sad misdeeds in disarray the sore thumb screams aloud, echoing out of the Passion Play. All the old familiar choruses come crowding in a different key: Melodies decaying in sweet dissonance. There was a rush along the Fulham Road into the Everpassion Play. And who comes here to wish me well? A sweetlyscented angel fell. She laid her head upon my disbelief and bathed me with her eversmile. And with a howl across the sand I go escorted by a band of gentlemen in leather bound NOONE (but someone to be found). All along the icy wastes there are faces smiling in the gloom. Roll up roll down, Feeling unwound? step into the viewing room. The cameras were all around. We've got you taped you're in the play. Here's your I.D. (Ideal for identifying one and all.) Invest your life in the memory bank ours the interest and we thank you. The icecream lady wet her drawers, to see you in the passion play. take the prize for instant pleasure captain of the cricket team public speaking in all weathers a knighthood from a queen. All your best friends' telephones never cooled from the heat of your hand. There's a line in a frontpage story 13 horses that alsoran. Climb in your old umbrella. Does it have a nasty tear in the dome? But the rain only gets in sometimes and the sun never leaves you alone. Lover of the black and white it's your first night. The Passion Play goes all the way spoils your insight. Tell me how the baby's made how the lady's laid why the old dog howls in sadness. And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision. (The examining body examined her body.) Actor of the lowhigh Q, let's hear your view. Peek at the lines upon your sleeves since your memory won't do. Tell me how the baby's graded how the lady's faded why the old dogs howl with madness. All of this and some of that's the only way to skin the cat. And now you've lost a skin or two you're for us and we for you. The dressing room is right behind We've got you taped you're in the play. How does it feel to be in the play? How does it feel to play the play? How does it feel to be the play? Man of passion rise again, we won't cross you out for we do love you like a son of that there's no doubt. Tell us is it you who are here for our good cheer? Or are we here for the glory for the story for the gory satisfaction of telling you how absolutely awful you really are? There was a rush along the Fulham Road. There was a hush in the Passion Play.

We sleep by the everbright hole in the door eat in the corner talk to the floor cheating the spiders who come to say "Please", (politely). They bend at the knees. Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Old gentlemen talk of when they were young of ladies lost and erring sons. Lacecovered dandies revel (with friends) pure as the truth tied at both ends. Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Scented cathedral spire pointed down. We pray for souls in Kentish Town. A delicate hush the gods floating by wishing us well pie in the sky. God of ages Lord of Time mine is the right to be wrong. Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed of lovehungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed). Show me a good man. I'll show you the door. The last hymn is sung and the devil cries "More." Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done, I've put in a request to take up my turn in that forsaken paradise that calls itself "Hell" Where noone has nothing and nothing is well meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling. Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do.

I've none dark or light, red, white or blue. Cold is my touch (freezing). Summoned by name I am the overseer over you. Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere. Fallen from grace called on to bring sun or rain. Occasional corn from my oversight grew. Fell with mine angels from a far better place, offering services for the saving of face. Now you're here, you may as well admire all whom living has retired from the benign reconciliation. Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights seen in the sky (flashing). I just lit a fag then took my leave in the blink of an eye. Passionate play join round the maypole in dance (primitive rite) (wrongly). Summoned by name I am the overseer over you.

the icy Lucifer. Oh he's an awful fellow! What a mistake! I didn't take a feather from his pillow. Here's the everlasting rub: neither am I good or bad. I'd give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat I once had. I'm only breathing. There's life on my ceiling. The flies there are sleeping quietly. Twist my right arm in the dark. I would give two or three for one of those days that never made impressions on the old score. I would gladly be a dog barking up the wrong tree. Everyone's saved we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea. Time for awaking the tea lady's making a brewup and baking new bread. Pick me up at half past none there's not a moment to lose. There is the train on which I came. On the platform are my old shoes. Station master rings his bell. Whistles blow and flags wave. A little of what you fancy does you good (Or so it should). I thank everybody for making me welcome. I'd stay but my wings have just dropped off.

Son of kings make the everdying sign cross your fingers in the sky for those about to BE. There am I waiting along the sand. Cast your sweet spell upon the land and sea. Magus Perde, take your hand from off the chain. Loose a wish to still the rain the storm about to BE. Here am I (voyager into life). Tough are the soles that tread the knife's edge. Break the circle stretch the line call upon the devil. Bring the gods the gods' own fire. In the conflict revel. The passengers upon the ferry crossing waiting to be born renew the pledge of life's long song rise to the reveille horn. Animals queueing at the gate that stands upon the shore breathe the everburning fire that guards the everdoor. Man son of man buy the flame of everlife (yours to breathe and breath the pain of living): living BE! Here am I! Roll the stone away from the dark into everday. There was a rush along the Fulham Road into the Everpassion Play.

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