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

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
Oh civilisation

I can fit into your puzzle but it's hardly
Hardly ever a hold
And I'll tell you, yeah yeah
Tell you the trouble
The habit's I've got are more
Than 10000 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
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 decided that meaning is far
Beyond the lives they left behind
As two thirds of the population dine
On scraps in shadow lengthening with time
While propaganda spreads the same old theme
You is me and we can change the game
Bullshit

Oh but how many times have
We written these lines
And delivered these signs and
Not made it happen
Walking the tightrope of taking 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 passing bad reason good guessing
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 sometime 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 yoke revolts
The foundation bolts and cries
For yet another saviour

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
Running the earth

And the prisoner of the present paces
Up and down inside his cell
He's the living replacement
Somersaulting from this 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

So please leave this world as
Clean as when you came
Please leave this world as clean
As when you came
Please leave this world as clean
As when you came
Please leave this world as clean
As when you came