Over the Top

歌詞

This is a very heavy microphone stand Ah, no queen could brandish this I tell ya that It's a real man's microphone stand Here, Dave, here Where'd you get these stands from? (Laughs) Ah, they're really heavy So are you Well, we're gonna do something really heavy in a minute Like, er Fall off the stage on top of you With about two hundredweight of iron in my hand You're a very tiny person, aren't you? Eh? (Laughs) You're all very tiny down there Y'know when I'm up here I feel so big and mighty I fell like I'm the Master Of the Universe You made me feel like that And now, it's almost true And just wait and see What we do with it All right, cut the Gypsy music! Band of Gypsies! (Music changes) (These lyrics are Calvert's poem 'The Awakening') All in a day's work All in, all in All in a day's work All in, all in All in a day's work I know I would rather the fire-storms of atmospheres Than this cruel descent from a thousand years of dream Into the starkness of this capsule Where two of our crew still lie Suspended cool In their tombs of sleep The nagging choirs of memory The tubes and wires worming from their flesh To machinery I would have to cut Such midwifery is but one function Of the leader here Floating in a sac of fluid Dark A clear century of space away from Earth One man stirs from the trauma of his birth Attending to the hypno-tapes Assuring him This was reality However grim Oh, our journey's end The landing itself was nothing We touched upon a shelf of rock Selected by the auto-mind And left the galaxy of dreams Behind And it's all a fable for fountains now It's all a fable for fountains now! It's all a fable for fountains now! And were your childhood dreams All a fable? For fountains now For fountains now Now, now Now, now, now Fountains, fountains All going up in fountains, fountains All a fable for fountains now Go on There's no other (These lyrics are from Calvert's poem 'Over The Top') But just a minute now When you gaze into my eyes You're looking at your own reflection And all you see is your disguise You wear for your own protection So don't go telling me that you know just when to stop! When to stop You know you go Over the top Over the top It's over the top Hey I'm going, over the top Over the top, oh! Over the top, all right here it goes... In 1916 We dug the trenches But we don't need them We have our own defences We don't need no officers To blow no whistle and scream Come on you guys Wake up out of your dream And follow me 'cause I'm going Over the top Over the top Follow me Over the top Here goes now... Your country needs you Hey Kitchener, don't you know that moustaches went out with the Beatles? Give me white feather! Give me white feather! Give me white feather! Hung up on the wire Give me white feather! Give me white feather! Give me white feather! Hung upon the wire Hung upon the wire Strung on barbed wire Huh, strung on barbed wire Goodbye genocide...