Lyrics
Hole-Workers at the Mercies of Nature

Voices of the Air
People should be left alone
Unless they have a happy home.
...to partly cloudy. The central part of the country, especially thePit area, currently has clear skies but that condition could soon change due to an unusual influx of unseasonably cool winds sweeping down into the infamous Pit heat. Meanwhile here on the west coast the weather has continued much as it has for the last week.
When it was back when
We would not pretend
We were only friends.
We interrupt our regular program for this special announcement... Ourtelometer is reporting that a large storm has developed in the vicinity of the Pit area. Any travellers who might be headed towards that distant region are encouraged to delay further plans until this storm has passed.
The Ultimate Disaster

Won't You Keep Us Working?
God of the nitefall, God of the shade,
God of the deep it's you whose made
All of the evening, all of the night,
All of the motion without light.
God of the darkness, God of the soul,
God of the deep dark friendly hole;
God of the unseen, cloudy and dim;
God of the hiding hear this hymn:
Won't you keep us working -- working, working, working;
Won't you keep us working -- working down below.

First Warning
Instrumental

Back To Normality?
Harmony cannot be denied; Once again we are satisfied;
Calm and quiet have been restored; So it is as it was before.
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it?

The Sky Falls
Instrumental

Why Are We Crying?
Shrinking from the touch of darkness, moaning in the night;
Sobbing into meloncholy, weeping into fright;
Graciousness is not forgotten and into its place,
Whispering insinuation finds a fond embrace.

The Tunnels Are Filling
Instrumental

It Never Stops
There is no home where we reside, if there is nothing down deep inside,
Except a serpent sitting beside a promise of nothing except suicide.
I have been told, deep in my dreams, that there is hope, and that itseems
All that we seek was seen by the sea; yes,
Safety and comfort do dwell by the sea.
Migration

March to the Sea
We are rising as the sun retreats into the trees;
We're thinking of our destination as we start to leave;
We're marching to the sea, marching to the sea.
Smiling from the gentle touches of the evening breeze;
No one is unhappy now and no one is fatigued;
We're marching to the sea, marching to the sea.

The Observer
I'm a tired old man in a tired old land
Watching shadows moving across the sand;
Now they move at night and I understand
That they cannot see more than they can stand.
I have been decieved, I have murdered and
I have seen the soul of an unborn lamb;
It can burn a hole in a guilty man,
But it cannot stand in a distant land.

Hole-Workers New Hymn
We have left our lives, we have left our land,
We have left behind all we understand,
Now we must cry out, yes we must demand --
Let my children live in a land that's low,
Where the holes are deeper than light can go;
Let them have not pride but instead a soul
That can see the shame of the hands that glow.
Hole-Workers vs Man and Machine
Another Land

Rumors
I heard a rumor from the east
That Pit Moles' battles with the beast
Have left them mindless and sick,
That west is where, their fingers say,
Are new found sites that give them something to cling to.
The rumors have them coming here
Believing life is not so harsh.
Life not so harsh, indeed.
A hundred thousand refugees?
The Pit Moles are coming, I heard just today;
Our problems with labor have just been done away with.
The Pit Moles will work hard and we'll barely pay;
So eager to get work, they'll do things just the way we want.
The Pit Moles are thrifty, their Gods reassure
That poverty's blissful; they like being destitute.

Arrival
Instrumental

Deployment / Saturation
Need work?
Need work?
Sign here. Sign here.
Sorry! That's all we need now;
Sorry! That's all we need.
No... No... No more work now.
The rest of you please leave.
The New Machine

Idea
Today I have declared myself to be a subject of the will of the people. Toolong have my studies and research been for my own pleasures and distractions. Civilization needs the minds of its people. My first project will be the freeing of our underground workers. There is no reason why technology cannot be called on to meet this challenge.
A machine. A great machine. I see it now. Creatures! Seek your dignity!Scrap metal and I shall fight, and you shall be the winner!

Ugly Rumors
They lie about all through the day
Thinking that they should be paid
For all 'em knowing how to breed
Producing more for us to have to pay for their food, too.
They'll steal our daughters for their brides
Expecting more than life provides
A huge ungrateful straw stampede...

Construction
Instrumental

Failure / Reconstruction
Failure... Oh, my beautiful machine. My poor, poor beautiful machine.What have I done wrong? Where have I failed you? But give up? Never! Not as long as there are souls imprisoned inthe dark life. Not as long as a whisper of life clings to my body. There will be freedom in the holes! All will hail the new machine! Yes! Yes! I think I've got it now. There, the spark leaps to live. The Golden Age quivers on the brink of creation. Live, my machine! Live my savior! You have my breath... You have my dream, my dream.

Success
Instrumental
Final Confrontation

Driving the Moles Away
We don't want your arm, we don't want your hand,
All we really want is for you to leave our land;
We don't want your foot, we don't want your toe,
All we really want is for you to pack and go;
We don't want your necks, we don't want your backs,
All we really want is for you to hit the tracks;
We don't want your nose, we don't want your lip,
All we really want is for you to take a trip;
We don't want your skin, we don't want your hair,
All we really want is for you to become rare;
We don't want your tongue, we don't want your ear,
All we really want is for you to disappear;
We don't want your ankle, we don't want your knee,
All we really want is for you to quickly leave;
We don't want your palm, we don't want your wrist,
All we really want is for you to soon be missed;
We don't want your brow, we don't want your eye,
All we really want is for you to puke and die!

Don't Tread On Me
Hatred has hunger and hatred has eyes,
Hatred has purpose and hatred has size,
Hatred has honor but hatred hates lies!
Assailants of mercy with hate in your eyes,
Do not disturb us, you might be surprised,
We are not weaklings to tremble and die.
Hatred has dignity, hatred is clear,
Hatred has courage and hatred is dear,
Hatred has virtue and hatred is here!
Odious enemy do not come near
There is no pity nor tenderness here,
There is no mercy just villainous fear!

The Short War
Instrumental

Resolution
Instrumental

Intermission

Lights Out
Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Shorty's Lament
Once, there was a Willie, and he could see
That there was a Shorty, and he could see.
You could, you could tell that Shorty wouldn't always be short, so he said "Protect yourself, Shorty, protect yourself"
Once the fever finds your soul
Something else will take control
Something dark and from a bowl
something says to me
But it can be indiscreet
And you tend to overheat
O'er the taste of soft and sweet
something says to me
What can you do when something falls? Walls close from somewhere,close from nowhere, like eyes. Can't, can't think clearly, I can't think, but I can't think clearly. Believe maybe you can, maybe you can help me, Bill. No, Willie, Willie, can you, doggone it, can you, Bill? Can you, Will? Maybe Jay? No, no he's... bye Jay, bye.
I've got this light behind my eyes and, believe me, it tells me what, what to do, but I doubt it: it says that if you can't win then there's no way you can lose; if nature hates both a vacuum then the vacuum cleaner too. Then it laughs. I don't know what this means. What can I do? I don't know.
Love is, love is, love is, ahhhh
Love is, love is, love is, ahhhh
Love is, love is, love is, ahhhh
Love is expectation
Love is explanation
Love is exploitation, ahhh
Somebody's getting somebody happy...
Love is complication
Love is consummation
Love is concentration, ahhh
Oh, goddamn it, I can't...
Love is obligation
Love is insulation
Love is stimulation, ahhh
It's always "Have a good weekend"...
Love is ruination
Love is accusation
Love is navigation, ahhh
Is anybody, is anybody driving? Someone's gotta be, somebody driving? I can't drive, I'm not... is anybody driving? Somebody must be driving. Is anybody, is anybody driving? Is anybody driving at all?
(Thanks to Larry Brown for sending me these lyrics)

The Moles are coming
Moles are coming... Moles are coming... Moles are coming...Moles are coming...
Moles are coming... Moles are coming... Moles are coming...Moles are coming...

Would we be alive?
Would we be alive?
If we could see clearly
What we were beside
If there was no desperation
Would we be alive?
If there were no windows
That we sit inside
If there were no ugly feelings
Would we be alive?
Would we be alive?
Would we be alive?
Would we be alive?
Would we be alive?
Would we be alive?
Would we be alive?
Would we be alive?
Would we be alive?
Help us... Help us... Help us... Ahhhh...
Help us... Help us... Help us... Ahhhh...
Help us... Help us... Help us... Ahhhh...
Help us... Help us... Help us... Ahhhh...
Would you make me helpless
Something I can be
Longing for the sight of something
That I cannot see?
I be helpless on the ocean
Looking from the sea
Looking in the drifting wind
I wish that I could be
Floating near a liquid
Nice and thick and warm
Floating where there is no pleasure
And there is no harm
Life would be so pleasant
If we all could be
Helpless hopeless creatures
Just marching to the sea.
Help us... Help us... Help us... Please...
Help us... Help us... Help us... Please...
Help us... Help us... Help us... Please...
Help us... Help us... Help us... Please...

The New Hymn
Let our children live in a holey land...
We have left our lives, we have left our land,
We have left behind all we understand,
Now we must cry out, yes we must demand --
Let our children live in a land that's low,
Where the holes are deeper than light can go;
Let them not have pride but instead a soul
That can see the shame of the hands that glow.