WhatDoesThisButtonDo? wrote:

I can't remember if my copy of this album has got this on it, or that other song.

Breakfast in Bed?

Piano.

Nightjar wrote:

You're all too young to remeber the hooplah that surrounding the Watford Gap service station.

No, but I have heard this:

Reprise, refrain, leitmotif...

Nightjar wrote:

Possibly my favourite opening lyrics ever.

That give me an idea for a thread!

Just in case anyone was interested...

Every Wednesday morning, at about the hour of ten
I give the queen my autograph, she gives me the yen
The man behind the counter smiles, the door man bows again
Just another day down on the dole queue

But the government must love me 'cause they keep me out of work
They must be saving me for something special
Maybe it's the job of rolling spliffs for Captain Kirk
Or giving Miss Lovelace a pubic hairdo.

One of those days in England with a sword in every pond
And birds in every garden in the land
One of those days in England when the passion never ends
A slowly moving season by the fire of my friends.

And though the time fast slips away, it's long enough to laugh and play
Around the fireside making hay, dreaming of tomorrow, you know there's no today.

One of those days in England with the willow hanging on
I dreamt I met an old man down the road
Whispering the mysteries of patterns up ahead
And stirring past reflections with the sword of lightning said,

Alfred had me made from Albion's everglade
And I made him to lie with me whence all my troubles fade
You may have read the signs, beware of strange designs
For though the victors write the books, the loser speaks the lines
So let's now both be gone, 'tis far to Avalon
And though we go our different ways, I'll see you there anon.

And so I got on board the bird of aeons and I rode
But every time I met a prince, a fork came down the road
I kept on thinking that I'd stop once everybody showed
Gathered in the myths of our reflection.

But stopping ain't that possible this far into control
This far beyond the non imagination
No more than I can shed the moving forces of my soul
The time lords of the slowly revolution.

You and me, mother, we're gonna raise a ship full of kids and slowly lose them
Why does it matter where they've all gone, we don't even have the power to choose them
You and me, father, we're gonna colonise all of the stars with lots of our madness
Shooting through space with sons on our hips and guns on our lips to play snakes and ladders.

Oh heavens above, I'm coming with love all over, over you.

You and me, sister, we're gonna plant a bomb in a street to change law and order
And when we've killed all who resisted the call, we'll discover a brand new wall at the border
You and me, brother, wrapped up in silence, brooding for better breathing spaces
Seeing ideals, we were one time a part of rip us apart in our holiest places.

Oh heavens above, I'm coming with love all over, all over you.

Sitting out there with this silvery hair and your thundery look when you really don't care, but I love you
Dolly blue rivers, foreverness givers, I'll go without knowing and know without going above you
Stood on the ship in a dream at third slip with Britannica's talons on Albion's grip, do you need me?
Looking for you when it's catch 22 and you've never been here but it's always been blue up above me, up above me.

Oh Mrs. Space took her man to the human race
And together they humped over the edge
Nine months later, they were sharing a brand new face
The latest thin end of the wedge.

And baby grew, grew into a space cadet
Legend lives, he screamed under his breath
I'm in the queue, in the queue for the hell of it
Some place inbetween life and death.

Oh Mrs. Space, I love you, with your come home early eye
Don't ever come between us 'cause times don't change, they fly.

And it don't seem long since my life was an endless stream
The future fled into time without trace
I see the end now but I've fallen in love again
With a girl who can travel in space.

Oh Mrs. Space, you lead me a wild goose chase
Inbetween, inbetween every line
Well hell, girl, I don't even know your face
'Cause you see you've been sitting on mine.

Oh Mrs. Space, I love you, with your come home early eye
Don't ever come between us 'cause times don't change they fly.

Slowly slipping into history feel us go
With these times another age could never know
See the photos black and white and quaintly dressed
Stood in queues of people smiling, sorely pressed.

Your silent room is the collection of your ways
Every shelf is built of all those different days
And those much younger cannot understand by half
The wireless living room, the faces 'round the hearth.

The rushing boots of Matthews out there on the wing
The corner shop that sold us almost everything
The farthing in the change, the sirens and the planes
Puffing billies, shunting heroes down the lane, down the lane.

You know we'll soon be gone from here, year upon light year
We'll take the stories with us there, the memories are dear.

One of those days in England, mum was rustling up the grub
And dad was off out propping up the pub
One of those days in England that you just could not forget
From the mists of secret morning to the golden red sunset.

And though the time fast slips away, it's long enough to laugh and play
Around the fireside making hay, dreaming of tomorrow, oh you know there's no today.

Oh you know there's no today
No, you know, today.

I love prog me!

WhatDoesThisButtonDo? wrote:

Nightjar wrote:

You're all too young to remeber the hooplah that surrounding the Watford Gap service station.

No, but I have heard this:

The time lords of the slowly revolution.

If I I had to pick one track.

Just one...

It's about a load of Glam Rockers in a snowed in Service Station being eaten one at time by aliens.

Wendy hasn't asked if this a long track yet.

Roger was jealous of Roy.

WhatDoesThisButtonDo? wrote:

Wendy hasn't asked if this a long track yet.

She's gone to check on her microwave Heron Mexican-style Frisp-wraps.

He's not as good a rock singer as he is a Roy Harper singer.

My old flatmate used to describe me as being like Roy Harper.

This track seemed to be the foundation of his theory.

I can't argue.

OK, often delightful and profoundly interesting, darkly strange and occasionally unbearably shouty and...

This bit is arguably the best bit of music ever.