Laughing Sun: The Centre of the Cyclone

Centre of the Cyclone by Laughing Sun Words and music by S.Miller This arrangement by Laughing Sun Recorded 26th September 1985 at 31 Cowick Lane, Exeter, UK Pok: vocals, electric guitar George Davies: electric guitar, vocals Marc Greatorex: bass THE CENTRE OF THE CYCLONE In forlorn castles too brief for living We rose to catch the sound but were defeated Just around the corner beyond the eyes Beyond the skies we set ourselves as real Like spaceships casting cosmic lines, left behind With stars strewn from our astral selves and planets in our eyes You walk along the road of life too high to see The mountain you are climbing Casting seeds and scrolls from our outstretched hands The forgiven forget of the gift And it’s too late, the ladder stretches up and down And where do you stand in perspective to it all? Can you imagine a place, a space that you have not been before But which is not new to you? A place you can recall softly, push through bad dreams Make it real, remember Complications contradict but reality sticks And unbounded has its realms In everything you see Yes, what do you see? Push through the dark vales to the sea Cast your cosmic line wherever it may fall Maybe you will find some higher guidance there or Maybe you will find a place that you can truly rest Maybe you will find some friends who love you the best Listen Listen Listen The tides of swirling memories Are nearly gone but forgotten Would you choose to beg or loose The axis which you hold onto Thirteen is the number, twelve it is the rite Thirteen red eyed ravens Outside the house at night Outward, outward on out Cast light, cast light about Outward, outward on out Look out, which way is far out? Petty wages are falling like leaves, calling the master To apprenticeship again Will he recall the time, the chime of freedom Blowing through his keyhole Step down from your pedestal and mingle once again With the crowds that you shunned as a youth At the centre of the cyclone Where all our thoughts are real You’re cacooned in your mental egg Imprisoned inside your head If we look out the bars we’ve made Can we maybe follow just a little way To see there are no shackles to pass Yet more fresh air, green fields and grass And we are like the butterfly We can’t take off, our wings aren’t dry But soon if we shall heed the guides The caterpillar metamorphosise Words by Simon Miller. Copyright (c) Pok Songs 1984, (p) Wud Records 1985. http://www.wudrecords.co.uk/artists/laughing-sun/indeed-1985 http://www.explicitmusic.co.uk/lyrics-information/laughing-sun/indeed/the-centre-of-the-cyclone twitter.com/#!/WudRecords https://wudrecords.bandcamp.com/