The Visitors Lyrics
The Visitors Lyrics
The Gods of New York
The gods of New York
Are sitting in towers
Deciding their latest decrees
Bending the rules
With the stroke of a pen
That could bring this whole town to its knees
I’m up in Harlem
On 152nd street
Star of my own passion play
Snowbound and broke
And I don’t get the joke
Alone on Saint Valentine’s day
The gods of New York
Are planning a coup
A bloodless but deathly war
The moguls of Wall Street
Are giddy with greed
As they fondle their ships at the shore
My own prince of Harlem
Is scratching for dimes
Leading his troups to the fray
I’m starring on Broadway
And 152nd
Alone on Saint Valentine’s Day
The man of the hour
Is waving to fans
As he dances his wife round the floor
Spinning rhetoric
With dazzling grace
Protected by marksmen galore
The crowd licks its lips
With a frenzied desire
Imagining these two at play
He’d give her the world
Well, a country at least
On a plate on Saint Valentine’s Day
The gods of New York
Are speaking in tongues
Of the deals they plan to accrue
Whilst ordering trinkets
From Cartier on Fifth
For their wives and their mistresses too
I’m here in Harlem
On 152nd Street
Heartstruck with dreams gone astray
No flowers or balloons
Or elegant tunes
Sung for me
On Saint Valentine’s Day
On Saint Valentine’s Day
Meryl Leppard © 2017
Walking the Halls of the Pentagon.
Walking the halls of the Pentagon
Is a blue-eyed tall blonde
I’ve been told and I’ll make it clear
She’s not from here
You know we might meet
The Annunaki
You know we might greet
The Annunaki
Walking the halls of the Pentagon
Is an attache from Orion
He’ll do his job then he’ll disappear
Cause he’s not from here
You know we might meet
The Anunaki
You know we might greet
The Annunaki
But it’s no good asking anyone
Who doesn’t have a “need to know”
That excludes the President
He’s just a figurehead for show
A leader must be eloquent and handsome
To secure the vote
Someone of note
A fancy dancer!
Walking the halls of the Pentagon
Is a suit from Aldebaron
He’s adapted to the atmosphere
But he’s not from here
You know we might meet
The Anunaki
You know we might greet
The Anunaki
But it’s no good asking anyone
Who doesn’t have a “need to know”
So just enjoy the theatre
Of another dog and pony show
Eisenhower said it in his warning
Back in sixty-one
Beware the gun
And those fancy dancers,
Yeah!
Walking the halls of the Pentagon
Is a blue-eyed tall blonde
But I’ve been told and they made it clear
She’s not from here
Commander Dean spread the word
The biggest story that you have heard
If you listen if you lend an ear
He’ll tell ya
She’s not from here
No no no
He’s not from here
No no no
They’re not from here.
Meryl Leppard © 2017
The Visitors.
Underneath the canopy of paper barks and stars
We saw the Min-Min* dancing up a storm
Watching from a distance, hid behind the coolabahs
Witnessing the ritual they perform
When “Stone the crows” old Joey said,
“Did you see that my friend?
A silver disc just dove into the sea!
I remember many times when I was just a kid
They took me in the night, despite my plea.
Have they come back
Come back
Come back
Come back
For me?”
Speaking in a whisper so that I could hardly hear
He said “they have some business to arrange”
My old friend was shaking with memory and fear
Recalling parts of childhood that were strange
When “Stone the crows” old Joey said
“They must know where I am.
I could never hide from them before.
And though it’s been so many years I swear to you Goddamn,
I’d really like to even out the score
If they’ve come back
Come back
Come back
Come back
For me.”
Just then the silver disc rose
Out of the inky black sea
It was hovering high
Lighting the sky
That’s all that I
Remember of
The Visitors
The Visitors
The Visitors
The Visitors.
Seven hours later and several k’s north east
A very tired companion stumbled in
Raving like a lunatic, his ramblings wouldn’t cease
As if he’d been on smokeweed or on gin
And “Stone the crows” old Joey said, “Have I a tale to tell!
Those buggars took me underneath the sea!
They’ve built a secret hide-away where mythic creatures dwell
And I don’t know what Spacemen want with me
When they come back
Come back
Come back
Come back
Well, I saw that silver disc rise
Out of the inky black sea
It was hovering high
lighting the sky
That’s all that I
Remember of
The Visitors
The Visitors
The Visitors
The Visitors.
*Min-Min are Aboriginal Spirit lights.
Meryl Leppard © 2017
Tin Foil Hat.
In the middle of a dream
They will come for you
And take you away
To their ship in the sky
No-one will be there
To comfort you
You never know when
And you never know why
And no-one will believe you
When you try to explain where you’ve been
But the man in the Tin Foil Hat
Understands some of that
He’s working away
On a cure of his own
The man in the Tin Foil Hat
Hasn’t got time to chat
He’s stitching away
Stitching alone
Everybody knows
There’s no aliens
Grey little men
With scary black eyes
Keep it to yourself
If they come for you
You’re just a pawn
In their theatre of lies
And no-one will believe you
If you try to explain
Where you’ve been
But the man in the Tin Foil hat
Understands some of that
He’s working away
On a cure of his own
The man in the Tin Foil Hat
hasn’t got time to chat
He’s stitching away
Stitching alone
Look at him working all night like
Father Mackenzie was darning his socks
Detirmined to save every soul he can
Eleanor Rigby had one kind of madness
Her problems were Earthly
the pain and her sadness
And picking up rice in a church can’t compare
With being transported right into the air.
The man in the Tin Foil hat
Understands some of that
He’s working away
On a cure of his own
The man in the Tin Foil Hat
Hasn’t got time to chat
He’s stitching away
Stitching alone
Meryl Leppard © 2017
MINERVA.
MINERVA
Talks to me
She tells me what she needs
She’s a
Biological entity
Of some heroic deeds
I slip into the console
We prepare to meet our mark
Heading into
Hyperspace!
MINERVA.
Sings to me
She hums a secret song
A siren
She is for me
I have to sing along
She wraps herself around me
And we’re joining mind to mind
Heading into
Hyperspace!
I don’t want to go home
When I’m with MINERVA.
All I want is to roam
With Missy MINERVA.
We’re ticking like a sleek metronome
Me and MINERVA.
MINERVA.
Whispers
That she loves me all the time
We’re as
Close as man and ship can be
She really blows my mind
Together we fly missions
To the galaxies beyond
Heading into
Hyperspace!
I don’t want to go home
When I’m with MINERVA.
All I want is to roam
With Missy MINERVA.
We’re ticking like a sleek metronome
Me and MINERVA.
She’s got her maneuvers down to the finest art
Look at her climb
She can spin on a dime
Then get a re-fuel from the stars
Trouble ahead
See her leave it for dead
Then you can hear laughter
Echoing after
That sneaky little shapeshifter
I don’t wanna go home
When I’m with MINERVA
All I want is to roam
With my Missy MINERVA
We’re ticking like a sleek metronome
Me and MINERVA
Heading into
Hyperspace!
Hyperspace!
Hyperspace!
Hyperspace!
Meryl Leppard c. 2015
Far Side of the Moon.
What if the moon
The silly old moon
One that we gaze upon
Was not what it seems
This light of our dreams
Silvery disc of song
What if the moon
Had secrets of her own forever?
What if she harboured
Some from afar
Some who aren’t quite like us
Would we be mad
Would there be tears
Say, would we make a fuss
What if the moon
Had doings of her own altogether?
Imagine a place
Up there in space
On the far side of the moon
I’ve been told
There are things to behold
On the far side of the moon
What if the moon
The big Harvest moon
Shiny romantic queen
Knew all along
That we’d got it wrong
She was no libertine
What if the moon
Was busy with her own sweet endeavour?
Imagine a race
Building a base
On the far side of the moon
Flying past
Cities of glass
On the far side of the moon
Tell me I am walking a lonely road
Tell me I am talking a motherload
Who will ever listen
To crazy spaceship dreams?
The moon is not
As barren as she seems.
Imagine a race
Building a base
On the far side of the moon
I do declare
There is something up there
On the far side of the moon
Read my lips
There are big motherships
On the far side of the moon
I wanna know
Why we don’t go
To the far side of the moon.
Meryl Leppard c.July 2015
Motherships.
Motherships
Are hovering above the new horizon
Methodically
Attending to their mission here on our world
Working
In a silent wonderland above the Earth of blue
This precious ball
They’ve been coming for millenia
A thousand years
Is a breath suspended to the Lords of Time
These Masters of Dimensions waiting….
Motherships
Are carrying a most peculiar cargo
A nursery
Incubating children of the new dawn
Humans
Well they’re not quite human as we understand it, still,
They’re learning how
With a love that is terrestrial
A mother’s touch
From the many women who are taken up
By Masters of Dimensions warning how
They’ll save us from our most destructive selves
Our wars, our hells,
They’ll save the world
They’ll save the world
Motherships
Are cataloguing every plant in our home
Their libraries
Have specimins of every dying species
Frozen
DNA suspended in a drop too small to see
A future world
It’s a blue-print for a miracle
A new design resurected by the clever Lords of Time
Masters of Dimensions promising
They’ll save us from our most destructive selves
Our wars, our hells,
They’ll save the world
They’ll save the world
Masters of Dimensions Trading bitter-sweet technology
Even now For human geneology
They interefere Seeding at a furious pace
Jumping timelines Breeding their master race
Making history disappear To save the world. They’ll save the world.
Meryl Leppard. c. June 2016
I’m Sorry Mr Schneider.
I’m Sorry Mr Schneider
Men like you are dangerous
You signed the contract
Then you broke the rules
Please do not take this personally
You must agree
Like you, I have a job to do
Superiors to placate
Progress notes in duplicate
I shouldn’t let myself complain
But I really do get weary Mr Schneider.
Forgive us Mr Schneider
Humans are dispensible
And an informant
Has to pay the price
I’d like to say I really did
Admire the way
You stood up tall
Defied them all
But struggling now’s not dignified
Relax into this suicide
Your catheter will do the trick
See you in forever Mr Schneider
Now there’ll be
No more
Talk of Dulce’s secret war
Well, not from you
Your crazy story
Of fighting with the Black Berets
Is arogance supreme
An old man’s technicolour dream
Respectable geologists
Should keep their crazy notions to themselves
If staying healthy’s on their minds
It’s over Mr Schneider
Last round to our side
You played the hero
But you die a fool
Why couldn’t you just
Do the job we hired you for
Build the tunnels
Furthermore
Although you fight it tooth and nail
Our agenda will prevail
The treaties were a worthless scam
But you’ve no sense of humour Mr Schneider.
Now there’ll be
No more
Talk of Dulce’s secret war
Well, not from you
Your crazy story
Of fighting monsters underground
Will never be believed
The truth can’t be retreived
We buried it at Dulce
Stamped it all top secret
We were here before you Mr Schneider.
Spoken:
You should have been more like your father, Philip.
May I call you Philip?
Otto really knew how to keep a secret.
Relax. Struggling now’s not dignified.
Relax into this suicide.
Otto really knew how to keep a secret.
and then there’s your brother.
What about your brother, Mr Schneider?
(Note: Otto Schneider was brought to America as part of Project Paperclip.)
Note: Phil Schneider was “suicided” not long after he became a whistleblower.
Meryl Leppard. c. 2009
Disillusioned Patriot.
Mr Philip Schneider
Was a government geologist
A family man with quite a tale to tell
A serious inventor
Dabbler in alchemy
Folks on NASA hill knew him well
Sometime in the nineties he went rogue
Cause he was broken
He stood upon a podium and said
“I’m a disillusioned Patriot
And I’ll shoot my bloody mouth off
Telling you good people what I’ve seen
I love my country
More than life itself
So I’ll shoot my bloody mouth off
Confessing where I’ve been.”
Mr Philip Schneider
Worked in Military bases
Like Dulce, New Mexico
Incredible as it may seem
Some of them are two miles deep
And harbour secrets you don’t wanna know
I’m not a scholar
And I’m not brave like Philip
But I sure paid attention when he said
“Here I stand before you
I’m a Disillusioned Patriot
A veteran of wars I did not start
I’ve been poisoned
I’ve been shot at
And my precious family threatened
I’m a Disillusioned Patriot
And it really hurts my heart
I have been blessed to travel
Around the world people
No other country can compare
Lincoln and the Fathers
Must be turning in their graves
About America
What’s happened to America?
Mr Philip Schneider
Was a man of some integrity
And every battered dog will have it’s day
Before he died
He warned they would
Subvert the Constitution
Of this lovely land
The good ole USA
No-one’s gonna tell us
What’s been flying out of Dreamland
But Philip got me thinking when he said
“I’m a Disillusioned Patriot
and I’ll shoot my bloody mouth off
Telling you good people where I’ve been
I love my country
More than life itself
So I’ll shoot my bloody mouth off
Confessing where I’ve been.”
Where you been fella?
Where you been?
Tell us where you’ve been.
Meryl Leppard c. 2010.
For Mr.Phil Schneider, Patriot and Hero.
Shcherbakov and Vasin.
Shcherbakov and Vasin wrote
Almost fifty years ago
Our Russian minds
Have studied well
And we believe
Our findings show
The moon’s a spaceship
A kind of construct
What’s more it is hollow
It rings like a bell
The moon’s a liar
With an agenda
A home for something
As far as we can tell.
Shcherbakov and Vasin said
We have reason to believe
Our shiny friend
Defies all laws
And hovers here
To decieve
Is it a spaceship?
A kind of construct
We think it is hollow
It rings like a bell
The moon’s a liar
With an agenda
A home for something
As far as we can tell.
The people laughed
They always do
They crucify
The brilliant few
Who dare to say out loud
Why do you suppose
The Emperor has got no clothes
The moon’s a spaceship
A kind of construct
What’s more it is hollow
It rings like a bell
The moon’s a liar
With an agenda
A home for something
As far as we can tell.
It rings like a bell
It rings like a bell
Meryl Leppard.c. March 2016
Paperclip.
Sieg Heil to the right my darlings
If you wanna live
If you wann live
March on to the light my sweethearts
With all you’ve got to give
All you’ve got to give
Sign here on the dotted line
You’ll be fine in America
Never underestimate the thrill
Of changing your name
Every clever little scientist
Is kissed in America
Bring the wife
Bring the kids
Oh boy,
Have we got a job for you!
Sieg Heil to the right my princes
If you know the score
If you know the score
Sail on through the night my handsomes
Never want for more
Never want for more
Sign here on the dotted line
We’ll design an America
Never quibble with a pretty lie
To leveredge your plan
Every slick inventive Engineer’s
Revered in America
Say goodbye to your friends
Oh boy,
Have we got a job for you!
But wait….
All this paperwork
Papers all rustling
Papers all over the floor
Boys
Bring me a Paperclip
Such a little thing
Brings order once more
Seig Heil to the right my lovelies
If you wanna dance
If you wanna dance
Proud and erudite my beauties
Come and take a chance
Come and take a chance
Sign here on the dotted line
You will shine in America
Never worry that we didn’t deal
You a glorious hand
Every undisputed rocket queen
Dreams of America
Hug the folks, pet the dog
Oh boy,
Have we got a job for you!
But wait….
All this paperwork
Papers all rustling
Papers all over the floor
Boys
Bring me a Paperclip
Such a little thing
Brings order once more
Yes such a little thing
Brings order once more.
Such a little thing
Brings order
Meryl Leppard. c. February 2016
RE: Operation Paperclip: the repatriation of more than1500 Nazi Scientists to America at the end of WW1.
The Boy From Mars.
(Boriska Boriska. Oh you’re such a beautiful little boy Boriska.)
Have you seen the Boy from Mars
Eyes agleam, the Boy from Mars
Tells his tale
Sitting by the fireside revealing it all
Worlds unveil
With another lifetime the kid can recall
We held our breath
Wondering what grace was here
The night wrapped round
That cheeky young balladeer
My head is filling up with spaceships and stars
The Boy from Mars
Thrilling me with all the stories he’s told
That child so bold
Come here on a mission
His warnings dire (Tell us all Boriska. What you say Boriska?)
Telling anyone who’ll listen
There was flooding and there was fire.
(It wasn’t your fault you that you couldn’t help your friend. You’ll see him again in this life.)
Have you heard the Boy from Mars
Undeterred, the Boy from Mars
Describes a scene
I don’t mind admitting I was really chilled to the bone
My Lemurian dream
Ain’t it funny that I thought I’d dreamt it alone
I held my breath
The here and the now a blur
Memory freed
By a daring young raconteur
Now my head is filling up with spaceships and stars
With the Boy from Mars
I’m believing all the stories he told
That child so bold
Come here on a mission
That peaceful dove (What you say Boriska? Tell us all Boriska)
Telling anyone who’ll listen
That the only true magic is love
The Indigos come
There’s work to be done
A new song to sing
With news that they bring
Of their homes in the stars
Like Boriska from Mars
Incarnating
This new world creating
My head is filling up with spaceships and stars
The Boy from Mars
Thrilling me with all the stories he told
That child so bold
Come here on a mission
That peaceful dove.
Such a little Indigo.
Telling anyone who’ll listen
That the only true magic is
la la la la la la la la la la la la love
The boy from Mars
la la la la la la la la la la la la love
That boy from Mars
Come here on a mission telling
Anyone who will listen that the only true magic is love.
Come here on a mission
Telling anyone who will listen
That its love
That it’s love
(Oh Boriska. You telling us about those spaceships again Boriska.)
The path of the heart
(How you know all those things? You’re a little boy.
You’re just a little boy.)
Meryl Leppard. c. November 2016