One Of A Kind, Part 1 - Bill Bruford

Come and get it

Rise and shine

This prison door is fabric

All in the mind

Nature, who made the lock

Always loosely defined the key

No use in running

Wounded and lame

Shotgun ready

Load, and take aim

Whatever the TV said

Forget it

Or better just think about

A way to grow old

Racing engine

Temperature high

Temptation fills you

And you know you comply

I’d fight addictions grip

But I’m losing the will to try

Don’t know who’s winning

Don’t know who cares

Come back and ask me

In seventy years

Imagine, one simple step, oblivion!

Consider — the devil!

Or the deep blue sea

Slavery’s a state of mind

Got little to do with chains

It creeps up close

And lies in wait

To anaesthetise your brains

No use making the same mistakes

For ever and ever amen

When we’re caught in a circle

We can’t stop spinning

Back to the beginning again

Early morning, crack of dawn

One moments peace

Before the gathering storm

No man can rest assured

When his dreaming is cracked and torn

Time slips

Leaves fall

Death comes

Stand tall

Delivered or so you think

But angels stand watching

While devils come close for the kill

Devils sing quotations

From eve to early morn

Demons use statistics

To juggle from horn to horn

So don’t quote me examples

Of your progress through the years

When you’re caught in a circle

And you can’t stop spinning

Back to the beginning again

No use making the same mistakes

For ever and ever amen

Caught in a circle

And you can’t stop spinning

Back to the beginning again