Humanity's an improbably steep
And multidimensional hill
To accommodate
All routes
A holy mountain
If you will
Though wether roped
Or solo it's a free for all
To
Scale
Freeze
Dangle
Or fall

But there's room up there still
If you fancy a climb
Cos most of us
Are sunbathing
In meadows sublime
Through opera glasses
Peering up transfixed
I see
Tiny dark figures hanging in time

I'm tipsy on thin air
And feeling unkind.

Never March on Moscow
that's  what old Monty said
Its rule one
On page one
not really up for dissent

Rule two
He furthered
Don't take on the Chinese
Within their own vast land
The invisible armies
Of the people
Will swallow your troops
Right where they stand

For those objectives
Are so far away
Across valley steppe and mountain
Bleak and cold and bare
The folk have suffered more
Of which they will not speak
Beyond what you call care

So that's the east's
Intrinsic insurance
When it Comes to boots on the ground
They haven't got the legs
To come too far the other way though
So it's mushrooms
All around.

When your voice
Escaped the clutches of the night
I held on tight
In vain

Your eyes that hid under the curls
They've become traces of you

To a girl I once knew
You're only a memory away

Slow us
Lord, that we watch our ways
And about turn
To Your face.

Sunrise, breaking
Is like a distant friend
Returning
From a long sojourn.

If you try any preversions in there
I'll blow your head off
Said Colonel Bat Gauno
You try anything funny
I'll shoot you right through the glass
Said Jack Walsh
Colin Farrell
Blasted that Belgian lad
In the eyes
At close range with a blank
Some people
Underestimate
What guns can get up to
In the movies.