2nd Movement: Morning Journey & the Arrival

1) Last Dark, First Light

2) Dawn Over Blubberhouse

There's no camera that can see the grey line

The overture for the coming dawn

That subtle shift that provokes the birdsong

The unseen spark that awakes the corn

So let the headlights on the road

Slicing through the morning murk

Be a metaphor for daybreak, or

Be our allegory, for work

There's no disk that can save our feelings

Of an early Tuesday's run into town

In the darkness on less than a good sleep

Faces set with an unseen frown

So let the rain onto the wheels

Spell the end of what we see as the night

Be a metaphor for humdrum

Be an allegory, of life

3) When It's Green

My son asked me once

“Dad? Do we see the same thing?

When it's green?”

4) Car Horn Serenade

5) ANTS

We carry more weight than our muscles can bear

Our infrastructure looks familiar when viewed from the air

'Cos we are Ants! Crawling, marching

We strip our carrion of the last scraps of their flesh

Move onto the next victim and start afresh

We are Ants!

Aargnts!

6) Bird Shit

I wish that we could see this

The heaving bird's eye view from any given height

Our ant hill lives below us

The crawling cars and snail trails of our human might

All the flyovers and tunnels that circle round the church

At the centre of our cities where we fight our way to work

Where cameras watch our progress on spaghetti-like ring roads

To business parks, call centres and retail outlet nodes

Park drive late phone talk push bank home work

Car Park drive late phone talk push bank home

Work Car Park drive late phone talk push bank

Home work Car Park drive late phone talk push

It all just looks like bird shit!

Just look on Google Earth – the higher up you climb!

And each day we traverse it!

An hour from waking up we're driving thirty miles

All the people ripped from sleeping in their luxury mobiles

On telephones, computers, all “getting a great deal”

To the car parks by the buildings where we hate away our days

To buy a little house, a TV and a package holiday

And all the blue plaques in all the buildings

Say they're “Investors in Our Souls”

But I don't believe them, not 'til I see it

Until I put my finger in the holes

All the time that we give

To companies who call themselves our friends

All the time that we live with their aims at heart, their intent

And then they tell us that we're important, or

“We're all part of the whole”

I don't believe them, not 'til I see it

Until I put my finger in the holes

7) Slow Activity In A Lobby

8) Two People in Two Cubicles

In the flickering light she sees Canadian trees

Log cabins, warm fires and smiles at the aprés ski

She punches in her name to the company mainframe

And logs into her pact with the Devil again

She is lost, she is floating

She's like us all, tied to the fabric we wear

She takes it as she finds

Lives for the good times

She's a product

She's a consumer

And then she's a girl

In the cubicle next door it's time to 'meet the band'

In a Rush T-shirt, pony tail, 2112 tattooed on his hands

He's a star through thick & thin

But he still gets that data in

A modern day warrior, today's Tom Sawyer is a clerk

So let the tapping of the keys

The hub-bub of the office chat

Be a meta for disillusion

Be a metaphor for life

9) On The Treadmill

We all found out too late (that the contract's binding)

We could never appreciate that the ads we saw as kids, and

Everything we did were just putting us on the right road

Putting our houses on our backs

With our mortgages in tow to fill the cracks

Between the stuff we can't provide

We try to cross the great divide

And hope we're on the right road

All the things we wanted and all the goals we craved!

We were on the treadmill, we became the slaves

Oh! Did we get lucky?! Or just a metaphor for life?

10) Fireworks provided by the United Governments of the World to makes us feel better for 3.7 minutes. Please return all viewing glasses

11) More Of The Aforementioned Birdshit (reprise)