Sleepwalkers
Van der Graaf Generator Lyrics


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At night, this mindless army, ranks unbroken by dissent,
Is moved into action and their pace does not relent.
In step, with great precision, these dancers of the night
Advance against the darkness - how implacable their might!
Eyes undulled by moon, their arms and legs akimbo,
They walk and live, hoping soon to surface from this limbo.
Their minds, anticipating the dawn of the day,
Shall never know what's waiting mere insight away
Too far, too soon.

Senses dimmed in semi-sentience, only wheeling through this plane,
Only seeing fragmented images prematurely curtailed by the brain,
But breathing, living, knowing in some measure at least
The soul which roots the matter of both Beauty and the Beast.
From what tooth or claw does murder spring,
From what flesh and blood does passion?
Both cut through the air with the pendulum's swing
In deadly but delicate fashion.
And every range of feeling is there in the dream
And every logic's reeling in the force of the scream
The senses sting.
And though I may be dreaming and reality stalls
I only know the meaning of sight and that's all
And that's nothing.

The columns of the night advance,
Infectiously, their cryptic dance
Gathers converts to the fold -
In time the whole raw world will pace these same steps
On into the same bitter end.

Somnolent muster now the dancing dead
Forsake the shelter of their secure beds,
Awaken to a slumber whose depths they dread,
As if the ground they tread would give way
Beneath the solemn weight of their conception.
I'd search the hidden corners of all this world,
Make reason of the sensory whorl
If I only had time,
But soon the dream is ended.

Tonight, before you lay down to the sweetness of your sleep
Do you question your surrender to the drop from Lover's Leap
Or does the anaesthetic darkness take hold on its very own?
Does your body rise in service with not one dissenting groan?
These waking dreams of life and death
In the mirror are twisted and buckled,
Lashes flicker, a catch of breath,
Skin whitening at the knuckles.
The army of sleepwalkers shake their limbs and are loose
And though I am a talker, I can phrase no excuse
Not to rise again.
In the chorus of the night-time I belong
And I, like you, must dance to that moonlight song
And in the end I too must pay the cost of this life.
If all is lost none is known
And how could we lose what we've never owned?
Oh, I'd search out every knowledge that I could find,
Unravel all the mysteries of mind,
If I only had time,




If I only had time,
But soon my time is ended.

Overall Meaning

The Sleepwalkers by Van der Graaf Generator is a haunting and insightful song about the concept of sleepwalking through life. The singer observes the mindless army of sleepwalkers who move with great precision, advancing against the darkness with implacable might. Their eyes undulled by moon, they hope to surface from this limbo and anticipate the dawn of the day. However, their minds shall never know what's waiting mere insight away, too far and too soon. The song highlights the feeling of being trapped in this life, of being a dancer in the army of sleepwalkers, and not having enough time to really understand or appreciate existence.


The lyrics suggest that we see only fragmented images and have our senses dimmed in semi-sentience. The range of feeling is there in the dream, and every logic's reeling in the force of the scream. We witness the pendulum's swing - from what tooth or claw does murder spring, from what flesh and blood does passion? Both cut through the air delicately but with deadly force. The song weaves back and forth between dream and reality, between the waking world and the unconscious mind. In the end, the singer must pay the cost of this life and belong in the chorus of the night-time, dancing to the moonlight song.


Line by Line Meaning

At night, this mindless army, ranks unbroken by dissent,
In the night, a group of people with no will of their own follow blindly and without any opposition.


Is moved into action and their pace does not relent.
They are compelled to act and do not stop.


In step, with great precision, these dancers of the night
They move in perfect coordination.


Advance against the darkness - how implacable their might!
They are unstoppable in their movement toward the unknown.


Eyes undulled by moon, their arms and legs akimbo,
They move without regard for their surroundings.


They walk and live, hoping soon to surface from this limbo.
They live their lives hoping to one day escape their current state.


Their minds, anticipating the dawn of the day,
They anticipate the arrival of daybreak.


Shall never know what's waiting mere insight away
They will never know what the future holds.


Too far, too soon.
The future is unattainably distant.


Senses dimmed in semi-sentience, only wheeling through this plane,
They move through life without fully experiencing it.


Only seeing fragmented images prematurely curtailed by the brain,
Their perception of reality is limited by their own minds.


But breathing, living, knowing in some measure at least
They exist in some capacity.


The soul which roots the matter of both Beauty and the Beast.
They possess the vitality that animates all living creatures.


From what tooth or claw does murder spring,
What is the cause of violence?


From what flesh and blood does passion?
What drives human desire?


Both cut through the air with the pendulum's swing
Both are powerful forces that affect people's lives.


In deadly but delicate fashion.
Their effects are dangerous yet beautiful.


And every range of feeling is there in the dream
The full spectrum of emotion is present in dreams.


And every logic's reeling in the force of the scream
The agony of a scream renders rational thought useless.


The senses sting.
Sensory experience can be painful.


And though I may be dreaming and reality stalls
Even if reality is uncertain, life continues.


I only know the meaning of sight and that's all
Perception is the only truth I know.


And that's nothing.
But even that pales in comparison to the fullness of life.


The columns of the night advance,
The forces of darkness continue to move forward.


Infectiously, their cryptic dance
The darkness spreads and infects others.


Gathers converts to the fold -
Others join in the dance.


In time the whole raw world will pace these same steps
Eventually, everyone will fall in line with the darkness.


On into the same bitter end.
Leading to the same dark fate for all.


Somnolent muster now the dancing dead
The lifeless become energized and join in the dance.


Forsake the shelter of their secure beds,
Leaving behind the safety of their own minds.


Awaken to a slumber whose depths they dread,
Awakening to a world full of unknowns.


As if the ground they tread would give way
As if the foundation of their existence could crumble at any moment.


Beneath the solemn weight of their conception.
Under the gravity of their own thoughts and ideas.


I'd search the hidden corners of all this world,
If given the chance, I would explore every aspect of life.


Make reason of the sensory whorl
Try to make sense of the chaotic nature of existence.


If I only had time,
If time were not a limiting factor.


But soon the dream is ended.
But alas, all dreams must come to an end.


Tonight, before you lay down to the sweetness of your sleep
Before you go to bed.


Do you question your surrender to the drop from Lover's Leap
Do you question your own willingness to take risks in life?


Or does the anaesthetic darkness take hold on its very own?
Or do you allow yourself to be numb?


Does your body rise in service with not one dissenting groan?
Are you complacent with your own existence?


These waking dreams of life and death
The perpetual contemplation of life and death.


In the mirror are twisted and buckled,
Distorted by personal biases and perspectives.


Lashes flicker, a catch of breath,
Instinctual reactions to the world around us.


Skin whitening at the knuckles.
Showing the physical manifestation of fear.


The army of sleepwalkers shake their limbs and are loose
The masses move about without true awareness.


And though I am a talker, I can phrase no excuse
Despite my ability to articulate, I have no excuses.


Not to rise again.
I must continue living and participating in life's dance.


In the chorus of the night-time I belong
I am a part of this world and its darkness.


And I, like you, must dance to that moonlight song
And like you, I am compelled to move with the rhythm of the night.


And in the end I too must pay the cost of this life.
And like everyone else, I will eventually pay the price of existence.


If all is lost none is known
If everything is lost, then nothing is certain.


And how could we lose what we've never owned?
If we never truly possessed anything, how could we lose it?


Oh, I'd search out every knowledge that I could find,
I would seek out every piece of knowledge if given the chance.


Unravel all the mysteries of mind,
And try to understand the workings of the human psyche.


If I only had time,
If only there were no time constraints.


If I only had time,
If only there were more time to live.


But soon my time is ended.
But alas, my time on this earth is limited.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: PETER HAMMILL

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