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From Horizon to
horizon
Winter winds blow the trees
Creatures trapped have
to fall
Hear their howls claw the sky
Whispers follows Shantell
Gentle breeze, swirling corn
Trapped beneath
Blade Machines
Urgent yells, Poppys blood
Splashed the hands of Shantell
Shantell sleeps, tables creak
Mirrors
start to speak
Branches scratch, tap the panes
Whispers follow Shantell.
The cold it penetrates so deep
The Leaves cry
drops of ice,
A fire guts the land inside him
He wonders what's it like
To be in the sunshine with her.
The
wet material on his face
With lines of unforgetful stress
A scratch in the wall by his side
He watches all the time
While
all around him wallpaper dies.
The boards of such familiar grain
Are roads leading nowhere,
Careful drawings
in the dust...
He tries to remember...
The breeze it blows it all away.
Something through the darkness
Caught
his eye.
The secret sea
She swims the Secret Sea of sleeps cocoon
It's soothing
hands caress her dreams she breathes
She tries to hold him in her arms
But sleep walks away
She holds but light burns
the day
Upon the Secret Sea she floats alone
She sees a figure on the shore who casts
A shadow across the bedroom
floor
The tide pulls the day
She calls but sleep floats away
A swirling flood invades her room as sleep
Takes
off his head for her to feel
his eyes lose his face
Day pulls
His eyes from his face
She calls
But sleep
walks away
She calls
But sleep walks away
She calls
The light burn the day.
There was no pain any longer
no more need
to gasp for breath.
And the tiled floor ceased
to be cold and
hard
All sound had died away
and it was quite dark.
But in the void
and in the silence
there was still a kind of knowledge
A
faint awareness.
Awareness not of a name or person
not of memories of the past
The awareness knew only itself.
A knowledge reached out into the absence
Reached out into the darkness
Reached out into the silence
And there were no bounds.
And
it was aware with a kind of growing
hunger, but a hunger for something that
did not exist
For
the knowledge was only of absence
of pure and absolute absence
Durations of restlessness
Durations of hunger
And
existence of only one dimension.
But in the dark silence.
In the
void of all sensation
Something began to know
And there were no bounds.
(Words by Aldous Huxley from "Time must
have a stop")
I hear voices from another morning
And in the sunlight
I feel the room grow
I feel the room grow
Windows, white curtains and the smooth
walls
But the night leaves her on the floors
Of a mansion hall
And the feet on the floors
I must get up off the
floor
off the floor... off the floor, off the floor, off the floor,
off the floor
In Lucy lives a room
Inside
I feel someones waking in my room again
She says she's leaving
But
she will never go
Wilting while waiting in the dark leaves
She's stretching but she cannot reach
The pale flowers
Watch
their petals fall
Like the rain
How it rains
How it rains
In Lucy lives a room
Inside
There are such
a lot of nice places we could go
There are so many beautiful places
I've seen them somewhere
But where is it we go
With
the crumbled statues in the dappled wood
And the gentle laughter
swirled around the room.
She's not gone.
She's
not gone.
On the floor.
How it rains.
She's not gone.
She's not gone.
She's not gone.
In lucy lives
a room inside.
There Was A Man of Double Deed
There was a man of double deed
Who sowed his garden
full of seed.
When the seed began to grow,
Twas like a garden full of snow.
'Twas like a ship without a bell.
When
the ship began to sail,
'Twas like a bird without tail.
When the birds began to fly
'Twas like an eagle on the sky.
When
the sky began to roar,
'Twas like a lion at my door.
When the door began to crack,
'Twas like a stick across my back.
When
my back began to smart,
'Twas like a penknife in my heart.
When my heart began to bleed,
'Twas death, and death,
and death indeed.
Scarlet Arch
Lie in the pale summer heat
Find a clock as it ticks...
Oh, to never sleep,
But the clock ticks so loud
Like
the cracking of whips,
Till the sun slowly heaves
From the blood hungry land,
To its heaven of blue.
Run,
through the dust and the stones
Like a stream as it flows
Through the kingdom of peace.
But a beast roamed his head
Like
the aching of guilt,
As it bakes in the heat...
As its swollen tongue speaks,
Robs the old of their breath.
Hang
beneath dawns scarlet arch
Where the wind ever moans...
Like the slaveship it drifts.
Gone like the swallows
( Lyrics in " virus Meadow")
The Critical Distance
Never begining, never ending days.
Days when
the ceiling is so low
I cannot stand,
And the blunted knife presses into me.
Melting in the airless heat
The walls
close in on me...
Nudging me this way and that
From one to another...
Like nervous thunder,
Thudding in my head
a heart
Is beating out the boredom...
Nudging me this way and that
From one to another
Like nervous thunder,
Until
I fall to claustrophobic sleep-
And the ever-watching walls lean over me.
But when I wake I feel alone,
There
is nothing but a vast blank floor,
And although the walls are watching
I can never reach them. No matter how far I
walk,
I can never reach them.
And the knife begins to shine,
Hisses in my hand-
Slices through the always
blank distance
So I can see my hooded girl...
Swipes through the whitewash nothing
That shrouds my hooded girl...
She
walks to me across the furrowed fields
I see a human headed fish revolving in her belly-
And the knife it sparkles
Like
the piercing yellow mirror sea
And slashes open dead sailors clouded memories-
Spills their seaweed dreams over me,
Spill
their seaweed dreams over me
Spill their seaweed dreams over me
Spill their seaweed dreams...over me
as I lie on
the coral...
Amongst the driftwood.
And the ever watching walls lean over me.
The Renegade
(Words by Albert Camus, from The Renegade)
"Order and method," the tongue says
But, oh., what
a jumble. Oh, what a jumble.
"Order and method," the tongue says.
Over my words words, I fall, I stumble.
I stall
and fumble.
oh, this tongue wags on and on.
I hear too many things.
Oh,
I hear too many things.
I must tidy up my mind.
Like the sun at Auschwitz, I was welcomed by the blind.
Burning,
burning in the City of Salt,
I will learn to love hatred.
Oh, I will learn to love hatred.
Since they cut out my tongue, it seems that another
tongue
has been wagging in my head.
Oh, I hear to many things.
"Order and method."
Order and method."
"Order and method,"
the tongue says.
But, oh, what a jumble.
Oh, what a jumble.
Over
my words I fall, I stumble.
I stall and fumble.
Mercenary or missionary?
Mercenary or missionary?
Over my words
I fall, I stumble.
it's not only the blind who cannot see...
The sunlight
it pours into me.
Burning, burning in the City of Salt,
Mercenary or missionary?
Mercenary or missionary?
I hear
too many things,
Oh, I hear too many things.
And I will learn to love anything.
"Order and method."
I must tidy up my mind.
Oh,
I must tidy up my mind.
Mercenary,
Mercenary,
Mercenary or missionary?
Oh, I can learn to love hatred.
"Order
and method."
"Order and method."
"Order and method."
"Order and method."
Scythe & Spade
Of all the deaf old bones;
Sceptre and crown,
Of all the kings and emperors
Must tumble down.
They creak,
stench, but all decay
And in the dust be equal made
Through sun, wind and sand;
With the poor crooked scythe and
spade.
Each man of ivory and bone;
Sceptre and crown,
Of noble tribe or hybrid clan
Must tumble down.
Spider
weaves a pretty web
And in the dust be equal made,
Brethren on this day
With poor crooked scythe and spade.
Figure-flingers,
faceless mask;
Sceptre and crown,
Of all those blind and buried years
Must tumble down-
Career, fall and clatter
And
in the dust be equal made,
Now all the kings and emperors are
With poor crooked scythe and spade.
Shaletown
( lyrics in "The Millpond years)
The House of the heart
( Lyrics in "The
Millpond years)
Lady D'arbanville
( Lyrics in " Farewell to the shade)
The street organ
( Lyrics in "Farewell to the shade")
Misfortunes
(Lyrics in "Farewell to the shade")
The Pear tree
(Lyrics in "Farewell to the Shade")
The Fruit Room
(Lyrics in "Green is the sea")
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