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I. THE EMPEROR
Standing in the space that holds the silent lace of night
away from you
You think that you can hold the searing, moulten gold between
your fingers ...
But it slips through, tearing tendons as it goes,
exposing the white of a knuckle ...
flesh-and-metal forming letters in the mould.

1. «Lemmings (Including Cog)» Питер Хэммилл 11:37
2. «Theme One» (только в американских и канадских изданиях) Джордж Мартин, аранжировка Дэвида Джексона, Хью Бэнтона, Гая Эванса 2:55
3. «Man-Erg» Питер Хэммилл 10:20
Вторая сторона
"A Plague of Lighthouse Keepers" (23:04), включает:

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1. «Eyewitness» Питер Хэммилл 2:25

It's easy to say, when you're so down,
that everything's pointless;
your eyes burn, your ears howl,
your limbs are disjointed.
Barren fields, the barren earth,
never more will it flower -
rub your face and your hands in the dirt:
now is the hour!

Eyewitness
Still waiting for my saviour,
storms tear me limb from limb;
my fingers feel like seaweed...
I'm so far out I'm too far in.
I am a lonely man, my solitude is true
my eyes have borne stark witness
and now my nights are numbered, too.

Just one breath, and it's instant death,
it's the Aerosol Grey Machine!
Just one breath, and it's instant death,
it's the Aerosol Grey Machine!

You're walking along the road one day,
up comes a man dressed all in grey;
he blows a little aerosol in your face

Continuing the story, humanity stumbles -
Gone is the glory, there's a far distant rumble.
The clouds have gathered and exploded now:
Axes shattered, there is no North or South.
Far off, the ice is foundering slowly,
The ice is turning to water,
The ice is turning to water.

Now we sit here in our special place,
all wearing our happy faces gladly.
Sunlight appears in our world; our joy
has been turned from badness.
Now we've moved and left alone
and it's easier that way.
We are riding on rainbows
and happy today.

Stub towers in the distance, riders cross the blasted moor
against the horizon
Fickle promises of treaty, fatal harbingers of war
futile orisons
Swirl as one in this flight, this mad chase
This surge across the marshy mud landscape
until the meaning is forgotten
Hood masks the eager face, skin stretched and sallow

Existence is a stage on which we pass
a sleepwalk trick for mind and heart:
it's hopeless, I know,
but onward I must go
and try to make a start
at seeing something more than day to day
survival, chased by final death
if I believed this the sum

Day dawns dark, it now numbers infinity
Life crawls from the past, watching in wonder
I trace its patterns in me
Tomorrow's tomorrow is birth again
Boats burn the bridge in the fens
The time of the past returns to my life
And uses it

Всем нам даёт силы одно и то же:
вера в человеческую натуру,
справедливость и равенство...
Всё, что у нас есть - вера, что ведёт нас.
Незначительно то изменение,
когда наше голосование
становится простой формальностью,
и наши повелители и хозяева низвергают нас

There's a house with no door and I'm living there
at nights it gets so cold
and the days are hard to bear inside.
There's a house with no roof, so the rain creeps in,
falling through my head as I try to think out time.
I don't know you, you say you know me,
that may be so,
there's so much that I am unsure of ...

I never thought it could come to this,
as you sit there crying,
hanging on with your fingertips
to something that's already dead.
Now we're into a game
and it's all a bit strange.

Once on a time we were sincere;

So you live in the bottom of the sea,
and you kill all that come near you ....
but you are very lonely, because all the other fish
fear you .....
And you crave companionship and someone to call your own;
because for the whole of your life you've been living alone.
On a black day in black month
at the black bottom of the sea,

Pretty keen, yes, my hobby keeps me busy
And if I talk to myself, what's the crime
In the darkroom I am a dealer in space and time
When all memory is mellowed
When the photograph is yellowed
Still it never lies

There you are, your eyes laced with secret pleasure

LEMMINGS / Лемминги

Я стоял в одиночестве на высочайшей из вершин утесов,
смотрел вниз, вокруг; и все, что я мог видеть,
- то, что я любил, абсолютно слепо устремлялось к морю...
Я попробовал спросить, что это за игра,
зная, что не желаю играть в нее:
голос чей-то или ничей-то явился мне...

I can remember it so well,
the bed of roses where we lay,
the crown of thorns I was so keen to give away.
All the warning signs ignored,
the passion's played.

I could foresee what was to come,
I had a sense of what might happen.

Frozen moment, cold blood time:
the Iguana lady is saying goodbye....
She's not quite ready, she wants to stay,
she wants to be perfect, but not in the way.
He tries to be cautious, one more cigarette,
he wants to be open, but the time
is not yet.

I. Dance in sand and sea

So here we are, or rather, here I am, quite alone,
I'm seeing things that were shared before, long ago ...
my memory stretches and I am dazed: you know I know
how good the time was and how I laughed ..
Times have changed, now you're far away, I can't complain:
I had all my chances but they slipped right through my hands-

The killer lives inside me: yes, I can feel him move.
Sometimes he's lightly sleeping
in the quiet of his room,
but then his eyes will rise and stare through mine;
he'll speak my words and slice my mind inside.
Yes the killer lives.

Angels live inside me: I can feel them smile...

He's a man of the past and one of the present,
a man who hides behind a mask behind a mask;
a clown, a fool, believing it cool to be down
or that the game is all about who laughs the last.

So he tells all his problems to his friends and relations,
exposes his neuroses to their view.
They accept as fact every masochistic mumble of his act--

These days I mainly just talk to plants and dogs-
all human contact seems painful, risky, odd,
so I stay acting god in my own universe
where I trade cigarettes in return for songs.
The deal's made harder the longer I go on:
I find me gone from all but the secret languages.

If only I could phrase satisfactory words

Yes I live in the black woods, where you dare not even
speak my name.
If there is evil in your heart and you will come near to me you will
lose your sane.
My form is mystic, but my heart is pure,
you`d better believe what I say:
I am the Necromancer.

I feel a calling for the sea, I want to walk on the sand dunes...
I hope you'll forgive me if I say I can't take you:
at some times I've got to get away,
if just to get a break from the play
that we're all involved in.
All the love I'm living now could have ended yesterday
if the snow had fallen too hard up there on the Motorway...
If it happens, don't feel sorry, I won't feel alone:

We sat by ourselves, still looking for company;
there could have been peace, but that eluded me -
all I could think of was what was on my mind.
You tried to be kind,
but I blocked your feelings.
Now, senses still reeling, you sit in your quiet room and cry.
You tried to make me one,
but I always hide when there's a glimpse of sun.

Let's recount our history,
our tale of boom and bust.
We could talk a good fight on our day
but when we got a hand to play we bit the dust.
Now in our threadbare suits we do our duty,
still sold on the pursuit of a common cause.

Now let us call to memory such witness as we dare.

Порой ты чувствуешь себя так далеко,
удален от основного действия этого представления,
не способен уловить его суть,
намечаешь сюжет с неуверенным беспокойством,
заточён в центральной сцене,
лихорадочно листаешь свой дневник в поисках потерянной страницы:
неуверенный в мечте.
Пиная камешки по пляжу,

Sometimes you feel so far away,
Distanced from all the action of the play,
Unable to grasp significance,
Marking the plot with diffident dismay,
Stranded at centre stage,
Scrabbling through your diary for a lost page:
Unsure of the dream.
Kicking a stone across the beach,

North was somewhere years ago and cold:
ice locked the people's hearts and made them old.
South was birth to pleasant lands, but dry:
I walked the waters' depths and played my mind.
East was dawn, coming alive in the golden sun:
the winds came gently, several heads became one
in the summertime, though august people sneered...
we were at peace, and we cheered

I thought I'd give it up for good,
'cause none of my actions are understood.
I thought I'd really leave,
and my coming back's something you'd never perceive.
I thought I'd make it;
Yes, I really thought I'd make it,
but then you smiled,
you didn't rile me,

Just one crazy moment while the dice are cast,
he looks into the future and remembers what is past,
wonders what he's doing on this battlefield,
shrugs to his shadow, impatient, too proud yet to kneel.

In his wake he leaves scorched earth and work in vain;
smoke drifts up behind him - he is free again,
free to run before the onslaught of a deadly foe,

Citadel reverberates to a thousand voices, now dumb:
What have we become?
What have we chosen to be?
Now all history is reduced to the sullables of our name -
nothing can ever be the same:
now the Immortals are here.
At the time it seemed a reasonable course
to harness all the force

At night, this mindless army,
ranks unbroken by dissent,
is moved into action
and their pace does not relent.
In step, with great precision,
these dancers of the night
advance against the darkness -
how implacable their might!

Here at the glass, all the usual problems
All the habitual farce
You ask in uncertain voice, what you should do
As if there were a choice but to carry on miming the song
And hope that it all works out right

Tonight it all seems so strange
My spirit feels rigid, my body deranged

Slow motion in the quiet of the room;
so potent is the smell of her perfume
that you think she's eternal,
that you think she is everything...
but no-one knows what she is.
Repentance for all you should have said;
her entrance seems to raise you from the dead
and you think she's really with you,

In the year 1486 the Malleus first appeared,
designed to kill all witchcraft and end the papal fears:
prescribing tortures to kill the Black Arts;
and the Hammer struck hard.

Malleus Maleficarum slaughtered and tortured
all those under suspicion, as the Inquisistion ordered -
burning black hearts and innocents alike, killing the mad;

I will arise:
in the depths, I will open my eyes;
as my breath almost fails me, survive.

Wait - there's something unclear,
there's something I fear now drawing close.
Could it be you? Whose is that voice?
Is it now time to make a choice?