@ALBUM: Waving Not Drowning ARTIST: Rupert Hine @SONG: Eleven Faces I feel the blood of a reptile run Through the veins of a child And should my eyes trick my memory Will the beast shed his skin in the wild The screen is lit And there they stand In single line A column of figures That totals something different - everytime Perhaps his face was wiped away that night To leave some other that I'll never recognise; Do I remember how he held the woman down His shadow made a pool so deep she had to drown Eleven faces Blank and taunting Through the glass A swarm of eyes I didn't see before - now wait for me to pass Perhaps his face was wiped away that night To leave some other that I'll never recognise; Do I remember how he held the woman down His shadow made a pool so deep she had to drown Ten faces melt away until there's only one And someone murmurs now, you must decide I feel the blood of a reptile run Through the veins of a child And should my eyes trick my memory Will the beast shed his skin in the wild @SONG: The Curious Kind Through the eye of a needle we will travel On the back of a snowflake rest our minds as they unravel Each elastic moment stretching out Into another one And onto the edge of blackest night To where all light must bend Each hidden trap-door there we'll find We always were the curious kind We split the difference and the ripples magnified Learning, looking under stones To find the worm disturbed - he turns and turns We always were the curious kind Through the eye of a needle we will follow From a blur into focus as we penetrate tomorrow Trespassing on future time to find We're not the only ones After all these promised miles to glimpse The everlasting sight The slow recurring point unwinds We always were the curious kind We were like children shining light Into each other's eyes Across the space that lies so tired between us now But oh like grains of sand into a naked flame We blew away - oh we blew away We split the difference and the ripples magnified Learning, looking under stones To find the worm disturbed - he turns and turns We always were the curious kind We were like children shining light Into each other's eyes But oh like grains of sand into a naked flame We blew away - oh we blew away We split the difference and the ripples magnified Learning, looking under stones To find the worm disturbed - he turns and turns We always were the curious kind Additional lead vocal on choruses: Christopher Thompson @SONG: The Set-Up Set up - set up for the sake of a comfortable home Too young - too young to take control Mother's little weapon for when Father broke the rules He never wanted her or me He just wanted to be free There's a risk and a twist And all this from the girl you missed by minutes On the day you were hit Set up - every opportunity to make me like them Set up - born into a world where I had no control One set up leads to another Too set up to lie to each other And it's all been a fram I've got to change my appearance And get rid of the name They did it with mirrors They did it without pain I was set up and held up and stuffed in a cage Don't get up and say it was some other mother I'm sure enough it was you that planted me Is there anyone out there Who can change this atmosphere Set up - every opportunity to make me like them Set up - born into a world where I had no control One set up leads to another Too set up to lie to each other They did it with mirrors They did it with teachers They did it without pain They couldn't think of a number so they gave me a name Set up - every opportunity to make me like them Set up - born into a world where I had no control One set up leads to another Too set up to lie to each other They did it with kindness They did it with a smile They did it all with a licence They did it according to the rules They did it with good advice They did it for some reason They did it Well they tried... @SONG: Dark Windows Another dreamless night The blindfold still falling Soon reveals the barricade Another face That only yesterday Was high on desire Careless on a sunlit sea Now far inland Behind electric gates The gardens are landscaped And the reckless child is gone Without a trace Dark windows Ah, who would be a hero Dark windows Ah, who would be a hero Slumped in the back of a black Cadillac It's just a memory An old man remembers All the anger of the chase His urgent faith But crises turned him grey Advisers were fired Once the human shield was paid His last escape Dark windows Ah, who would be a hero Dark windows Ah, who would be a hero Slumped in the back of a black Cadillac And on some foreign street The cameras zoomed closer While the helpless crowd looked on (Recorded during the thunderstorm) @SONG: The Sniper The crash - the gas The heart attack The rare disease you cannot fight The poisoned bite The faulty light The wet hand on the stereo The fire at night The jump - the ice - the slip The fall That ends it all The sniper knows his time has come The life he takes means nothing more Than bullets to the gun The plane - the siege The desperate deed The news is read "one hostage dead" The falling load The needle showed The cyclone and the overdose The cyanide The swamp - the snake - the slip The fall That ends it all The sniper knows his time has come The life he takes means nothing more Than bullets to the gun There's no temptation in his gaze His blood runs hot and cold some days His finger feels you in his range A second on you freeze; No memory for a fatal change The sniper knows a man who's lived too long The shock - the smog The rabid dog The forceps left inside your head The saboteur The ancient law The bomb no one would dare explode The fight for life The smack - the skid - the slip The fall That ends it all The sniper knows his time has come The life he takes means nothing more Than bullets to the gun Fight for life The sniper knows a man who's lived too long Guitars and guitar solo: Phil Palmer Guitars and viola solo: Geoffrey Richardson Saxophone: Ollie W. Tayler Dedicated to Liam Byrne @SONG: Innocents In Paradise That's a dark street you're running down It's a street where no one walks alone It's a cul-de-sac And it will probably burn It's so dry - And great if you make it over the wall Nursing your cuts you're surprised by the gloved hand On your shoulder And it's you or him No ifs or buts You'll be broken before you learn to love Innocents in paradise Headlong into sacrifice Innocents in paradise Lighting fires on the ice That's a bad place you're hiding now Breaking doors to rest in no-mans-land It's a house of cards And it should certainly fall It's so high You think you're safer like rats underground You're hunted for something you don't understand You'll grope for cracks And it's you or them No ifs or buts You'll be broken before you learn to love Innocents in paradise Headlong into sacrifice Innocents in paradise Lighting fires on the ice If Hell is where we go to learn It might as well be here on Earth If Heaven is the place we earn When all our deeds are judged enough Then should your concrete footsteps stop To watch this town go down in flames You'll feel your feet touch grass again Could be you'll find you're going sane Innocents in paradise Headlong into sacrifice Innocents in paradise Lighting fires on the ice Marimba, timbales & tom-toms: Phil Collins Guitars: Phil Palmer @SONG: House Arrest I don't think I'll be free In fact I'm so uncertain Now my game is with the curtain If I sound a little hounded It's because I am surrounded No one else will talk to me If you buy yourself a uniform Get one for me We'd better learn telepathy And I never guessed Oooh I never guessed I'd find myself under house arrest I'd find myself under house arrest Robbed of the books I loved the best My records for forensic test If I get your letters Well they're torn and read My information comes spoon fed If I only heard a whisper from the cupboard or the bed I turn out the light But it comes back on The phone still rings but this line sounds wrong I'm told there's no escaping And each word I say they're taping You'll have to ask discreetly For an interview with me We'd better learn telepathy And I never guessed Oooh I never guessed I'd find myself under house arrest I'd find myself under house arrest And I never guessed I'd find myself under house arrest And I never guessed I'd find myself under house arrest Drums: Trevor Morais Dedicated to Mr. Donald Woods @SONG: The Outsider I hear them talking through walls This one way mirror won't show their faces at all Voices like my conscience shadowed inside a false reply The young one won't relent, the other has a heart of stone So to the spider the web is home Now the fly lands The fly must stay I am the outsider A night-watchman with no eyes I am the outsider - about to break inside I hear them talking through walls Two brutal men who defy all danger one falls Places dates then urgent footsteps fade down the hall unchased In silence now I'm caught awake, at last he is alone So to the spider the web is home In the wrong hands His wings were torn I am the outsider A night-watchman with no eyes I am the outsider - too late to break inside The Yugoslavian: Braco (Orchestral & choral arrangement written & played by Rupert on the 'New England Digital' Synclavier II Computer Synthesizer, P.P.G. Wave 2 Digital Synthesizer and, of course, the Mini-Moog.) @SONG: One Man's Poison One man's nightmare is another man's dream One silent person in another man's scheme One man's will can leave the rest with no control The boy was always far too youn The man was much too old One man forgotten gives another one fame One woman's beauty means another lives in shame One begs for food while the other counts her diamonds One is never satisfied The other blesses you in silence One man's hatred is another man's faith One man's poison is another man's cake One thinks he knows it But he's never ever tried it He won't take a bite in public but he'll eat it all in private One careless error is another man's fate One man's fall is another one's break One man's treason is another's escape One piece of perfect timing Means another's just too late One man gets richer from another fool's addiction One thinks it's fact while the other knows it's fiction One blaze of final glory lets another die unknown The one who plants the seed Will never see the tree full grown One man's hatred is another man's faith One man's poison is another man's cake One thinks he knows it But he's never ever tried it He won't take a bite in public but he'll eat it all in private One man's wisdom means another can see One proved guilty lets another go fee One man's Heaven is another man's Hell To one a mind quite empty Is more use than one too full One child of five is already full of lies One can't create but he's keen to criticise One man's enemy is someone else's friend One act of madness brings a journey's sudden end One man's pleasure is another man's pain One takes a picture he will never see again One talks of love but he's grown used to watching violence One who's lost is much too proud to ask for guidance One man's hatred is another man's faith One man's poison is another man's cake One thinks he knows it But he's never ever tried it He won't take a bite in public but he'll eat it all in private Guitars & guitar solo: Phil Palmer Finale drums: Steve Negus Saxophones, clarinets & recorder: Ollie W. Tayler (arranged by Stephen W. Tayler) @SONG: Kwok's Quease Won't you hold the menu still - oh please You see all these oriental recipes Have made a shivering wreck of me Chinese lunch and Japanese teas I've tried all kinds of remedies But it's Kwok's Quease Mono-sodium glutimate knees Kwok's Quease Mono-sodium glutimate knees Chinese take-away, Japanese meals Head over heels in the city of meals