Roy Harper - The Game (Parts 1-5) (Remastered)

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Lyrics:

– The Game –

There’s an owl in the valley
Fixing his prey
He’s not counting the tally
It’s down to what comes up before the day
And the trees in the orchard
Were taken from a narrow view of time
Where the minds of the tortured
Perpetuated patron saints of crime(
O civilisation!)

I can fit into your puzzle
But it’s hardly, hardly ever a hold
And I’ll tell you the trouble
The habits I’ve got are more than ten thousand years old
And we cannot sell our souls to learning morals
Big brother is no place for us to slide
We cannot live by numbers or on laurels
And hardly on how far from death we hide
And it’s not a case of rampant paranoia
But just an age I’d love to see unborn
Not that I’d be missing playing Goya
But more like I feel awkward passing on
Civilisation – civilisation

Down to my children
Without a question
While the prophets of freedom
Battery-farming brains for narrow minds
Have decided, yes they’ve decided that meaning
Is far beyond the lives they left behind
As two thirds of the population dine
On scraps in shadows lengthening with time
While propaganda spreads the same old theme
You is me and we can change the game

Ah but how many times have we written these lines
And delivered these signs and not made it happen
Walking the tightrope
Of talking our head off ..losing the rhythm
Idealising
And all criticising
And not realising that we’ve changed and left And we’ve gone
And sad to be leaving
The things we believe in
But time has a way and we fly
The next age is born
And the old hands are gone
And done in the wink of an eye
No point in passingBad reason good guessing
And no time for massing
Much more than can flourish with love
And right now my darling
I’m lying here dreaming
Of feeling no daylight between us
So wherever you are and whenever I’m there
Is someplace we’ve got to be ours
Can we right-heartedly
Stand in this light and see
What might turn out to be
Crazy enough
Enough to be we

When we’ve had a past sad enough to last
For some time into the future
These storms have torn and true love is alone
And the past is almost a failure
Consciences burn
In the programme turn
Computing the social behaviour
But yolk revolts
The foundation bolts
And cries for yet another saviour
(Can we have another saviour please)

And I’d pack my things
On a pair of wings
And tomorrow I’d be parting
With the summer birds
And the winter herds
For a place to face a new heart in
But it makes no difference where I am
I’m in the game first hand
There are no certain answers
And no time to understand
The rules are set to paradox
Coercion and blind faith
The goal’s a changing paradise a moment out of date
The dream is righteous grandeur fit to flood the universe
The fact is more than meets the eye
But less than runs the earth
(And it’s running the earth!?)

And the prisoner of the present
Paces up and down inside his cell
He’s the living replacement
Somersaulting from the psychic well
Screaming “I’m the sponsor of a hell”
Voices like the sea inside a shell
Telling me I cannot stake a claim
Possession is a clue but not the game
So please leave this world as clean as when you came

(The only time you leaders need us
Is when you feed your ego
We need you the way you lead us
Like, not, as far as we know)