Well I'm a kind of a steam-robot
That's my being, it's a fault ... ?
Metal plate instead of skin,
And an odd coal-pump working with steam

Everyone's working with cogs
People chose to abandon me
I was producing way smog
But watch their sewers : dusty

Power is something rusty
Cowardliness prefers beauty
Instead of thinking this way
They chose to be unproductive
Real power, it comes from hatred
A deeper love, that i would like to feed
Nothing great in the world has been
Made, without the passion greed
A deeper love, that i would like to feed

The very existence, is ... like a cog
Turning in a deep, and wide fog
A dot, against the world
Heart men should be like coal
Hard, black and cold
Sense of humanity
Hidden for its safety

Real power, it comes from hatred
A deeper love, that i would like to feed
Nothing great in the world has been
Made, without the passion greed
A deeper love, that i would like to feed
The very existence, is ... like a cog
Turning in a deep, and wide fog
A dot, against the world
Heart men should be like coal
Hard, black and cold
Sense of humanity
Hidden for its safety

The very existence, is ... like a cog
Turning in a deep, and wide fog
A dot, against the world
Heart men should be like coal
Hard, black and cold
Sense of humanity
Hidden for its safety

VERSE 1
Legends spoken shall never fail
Every deed as hard as nails
She never speaks, she never smiles
The journey's end of a thousand miles
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Music to haunt us she knows
As she goes

VERSE 2
Many years in a bed of rock
Too many turns of the season's clock
She never smiles, she never speaks
The awful silence grows long and deep
Ghost light and candlelight show her the way
Onwards the dawn of the day
As they say

CHORUS
Stay with her, lay with her, carry her high
Swear an allegiance to things you can't hide
She will find us again
She will bind us again
Lies won't blind us again
Heavens bow to her reign
Once again

VERSE 3
Into her arms below the ground
Eternity never made a sound
She never speaks, she never smiles
The journey ends in a thousand trials
Devils and demons alive alive-o
Follow us close as we go
As we know

A helmet on,
a deep breath in,
a glance upon the sky.
Would we be brave enough
to face the wind?
To fly?

No one to stop us now,
just Charlie Jones and I.
With nothing but these flimsy wings,
did we dream a foolish thing,
to be the men who fly?

Up we flew,
our engines burning.
Up we flew
to touch the sky.
Up we flew
with a desperate yearning.
Up we flew,
prepared to die ...
Brothers on wing,
in skies, together;
far from Earth,
just Charlie and I.

Up in the air
the radio screams,
it's Charlie in distress.
"A bandit's shot my wing!
I've had it now,
I'm going West ...
But know these years with you,
I've served them all with pride.
I know that all good flights must end;
I'm glad my last was with you, my friend.
It's been to short a ride ... "

Down he went,
his engines burning.
Down he went
from out of the sky.
Down he went
in a tailspin, turning.
Down he went,
prepared to die.

Up we'd gone
in the skies together.
Up we'd gone
with no question why.
Up we'd gone
for a soldier's duty,
for a country we could not deny.
A brother lost in a blaze of glory,
Far from earth.
Charlie Jones, farewell
and goodbye.

Welcome to the Machine!
Welcome, one and all
To the greatest show on Earth
Welcome to our fall!

A boilerplate for a coat of skin
On oil and steam it thrives
A heart of iron pumps the blood
To keep this monster alive
Of polished brass and steel contrived
Gears whir and metal churns
Eyes aglow from the fire inside
As the coal within it burns

Behold the Machine!
Tremble at its power!
A light upon the world
In our darkest hour!
What is its purpose?
What is its place?
To bring us a new age?
To destroy the human race?

Behold the Machine! x4

Its pistons push it toward its goals
Whatever they may be
Its gauges and its valves
Remain a mystery to me--
This great mechanical mass!
Its purpose still uncertain
But pay no heed
To those behind the curtain!

Behold the Machine!
Tremble at its power!
A blight upon the world--
This is our darkest hour!
What is its purpose?
To save, or to enslave?
Beware the Machines,
They may send us to our grave!

Beware the Machine! x4

They called her 'Black Jack Jezebel',
The Mistress of the Game,
And every border town could tell
The story of her fame.

A long, black coat with two quick guns
And endless luck with cards.
Until one game destroyed her run
The blow, it hit her hard.

She lost her cool that fateful night
And bet all on a bust.
She'd put her faith in an oversight:
A man she could not trust

He took her heart and took her crown,
Her reputation lost.
She vowed that night to hunt him down
No matter what the cost.

She booked her passage on a ship
To search throughout the skies.
Her anger spurred her on that trip
To kill him for his lies.

The Dame de Fer saw every town
From Maine to Frisco Bay.
But still she could not hunt him down.
Elusive was her prey.

Until one night in Saskatoon
She found him in a bar.
And when he saw her brown eyes flare
He knew he’d not get far.

She bought him down with at single shot,
She brought him to the floor.
He knew right then that he’d been caught.
She’d settled up the score.

“Well, my girl,” he wheezed at last
“I’ve led this merry chase.
But I didn’t think we’d end so fast
And in this frozen place.

“Miss Jezebel, I loved you then
And swear I love you still.
Just take me in your arms again;
I swear I always will.”

She held her tongue and watched him die;
He bled out on the floor.
The man she'd chased 'cross every sky
Was quickly no more.

"I curse the day I saw your face
Or every heard your name!
I curse the land, the sky, this place
As witness to my shame!"

That was the last they ever heard
Of Black Jack Jezebel
They couldn't care where she'd gone to:
To heaven or to hell.

But windy nights with chilly air
Bring voices on the breeze.
And gambling men most everywhere
Might fall down to their knees.

And pray a devil does not come
To play with them at cards.
For Black Jack Jezie's brand of fun
Will put them all on guard.

If she wins, or so they tell,
She'll only take your purse
But if you beat that dark-eyed girl
Your life's forever cursed.

Several hundred years before a gambler and a monk embarked
On a long trek through the endless prairies of the North
They had a fierce debate about God and chance and fate
And to resolve it agreed a game of cards indeed be played
The game went on all day and through the next and next they played
And around them a shelter was built to shield the rain
A street around the shelter formed, then a church, a house, a bar
And that is how the city of New Albion was born
That is how the city of New Albion was born

New Albion today with bustling streets, machines, cafes
And the nice, the wise, the eccentric and insane
The Mafia's run by a red haired dwarf with just one eye
Whose affairs he decides with a pair of silver dice
Over the Zeppelin Union Pilots a castrati boss presides
And we hear his song each afternoon as he flies by
There's prisons made of lead and gargoyles of iron shreds
And Annabel McAlistair who's raising up the dead
Annabel McAlistair who's raising up the dead

The Lodge on Ashland Street is where the Alchemists Guild meets
And to join you have to craft a glass pearl from a young girl's dream
A group of thieves they heard broke in the lodge to steal the pearls
But in the morning they were found there sitting staring unperturbed
The twilight fog they say an aphrodisiac contains
Nonsense, but yet they copulate in doorways anyway
There's inventors and inbred in upper class as it's been said
And Annabel McAlistair who's raising up the dead
Annabel McAlistair who's raising up the dead
Clever little Annabela with her clever head
Annabel McAlistair who's raising up the dead

Allison:
I am the governess, patient and true,
Charged with the making a lady of you.
Come down from that tree and put on your shoes
There's things to be learnt and there's no time to lose.

Allison:
Helene, you must learn to curtsy properly, like so.
Now, you try.

Helene:
Ow, sorry!

Alison:
Oh dear!

Helene:
Alison, can we go outside to the archery range?

Alison:
No! It's time for your lessons.

Helene:
But you promised to teach me how to shoot!

Alison:
*ahem*

These things are important, you're nearly eighteen.
Your wedding's just one year away.
Your posture's atrocious, your hair isn't clean,
Your petticoat's starting to fray.

Alison:
I saw Charles again today.

Helene:
O, don't talk to me about that oaf.

Alison:
He's a fine gentleman.

Helene:
I can't stand him!

Alison:
You don't have to stand him, just be a good wife;
A jewel in the peerage's crown.
This party will launch off the rest of your life.
Your destiny's worldly renown.
I know that it chafes but it's all by design.
You'll be the most beautiful bride.
And then will come children . . . well, all in good time.
A new generation to bide.

Alison:
Helene, take off your party dress before you run. Otherwise you might . . . fall down the stairs.

Helene:
I'm alright! Oooo…. Ow!

Alison:
Oh dear!

I am the governess, patient it's true,
But I don't think that I'll make a lady of you.
You're dirty and wild and a little bit mad.
But, strange as it seems, that isn't so bad.
The big day's tomorrow, so rest well my sweet.
The morning will come all too soon.

(Helene's counterpoint:
You are the governess.
Don't make a lady of me.
Dirty and wild, little bit mad.
Strange as it seems, that isn't so bad.
I won't sleep, I can't sleep!
Morning will come all too soon!)

Allison:
Why does the night come to find me
Dancing alone in a dress of the moon?
I am here to perfect her, to push her into the sun.
Seems all my life has been building to this day.
Then why would I give, give it all away
For just another ordinary day?