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On a black day in black month
at the black bottom of the sea,
Your mother gave birth to you and died
immediately ....
'Cos you can't have two killers living in the
same pad
and when your mother knew that her time had come
she was really rather glad.
Death in the sea, death in the sea,
somebody please come and help me, come and help
me
Fishes can't fly, fishes can't fly,
Fishes can't and neither can I, neither can I
....
Now I'm really rather like you,
for I've killed all the love I ever had
by not doing all I ought to and by leaving my
mind coming
bad.
And I too am a killer, for emotion runs as deep
as flesh
and I too am so lonely, and I wish that I could
forget
We need love,
We need love,
We need love ..........
There's a house with no bell, but then nobody
calls;
I sometimes find it hard to tell if any are alive
at all outside.
There's a house with no sound; yes, it's quiet
there ...
there's not much point in words if there's no-one
to share in time.
I've learned my lines, I know them so well, I
am ready to tell
whoever will finally come in
Of the line in my mind that's cold in the night,
it doesn't seem right
when there's that little dark figure running
...
There's a house with no door and there's no living
there:
one day it became a wall ... well I didn't really
care at the time.
There's a house with no light, all the windows
are sealed,
overtaxed and strained
NOW NOTHING IS REVEALED BUT TIME
I don't know you, you say you know me, that may
be so,
there's so much that I am unsure of ...
You call my name, but it sounds unreal, I forget
how I feel,
my body's rejecting the cure .....
Won't somebody help me ......?
Cradling your gun, after choosing the ones you
think should die -
Lying on the hill ... crawling over the windowsill
into your
living-room
They stare out, glass-eyed aimless heads,
bodies torn by vultures ..
you are the man whose hands are rank with the
smell of death.
Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak,
Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace
...
Ah, but it is the only way you know .....
Looking out to sea, a flattened plane of weeds
which bear no living
You crush life in your fist as your heart is
kissed by the lips of death
Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you,
in the night they steal your eye
from its socket ...
and the ball hangs fallen on your cheek.
Complaining tongues are stilled; a thousand mouths
are filled
with rusting metal.
Your face a shade of green; somehow you try to
speak through all the garbage in your mouth
But it won't come out, and you cannot frame the
words
as your stepson
throws your fame into the flames and you are
burned.
Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak,
Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace.
Ah, but it is the only way you know ..........
The Room
Live by sword and you shall die so,
All your power shall come to nought,
every life you take is part of your own,
death, not power, is what you've bought.
Cringing in your room as the outriders of doom
step
on your threshold;
Begging for your life as the impartial knife
sinks in your
screaming flesh ...
without malice, merely taking murder's toll,
you must pay the price of hate, and that price
is
your soul ....
Live in peace or die forever in your war-room.
I'll just wait till day breaks upon the land and
the sea.
hoping that I can catch all of the memories,
then I must crawl off upon my way, all of me
listening hard for the final words.
But there are none; the sunrise calls, I've lingered
on
too close for comfort and I don't know quite
why
I feel like crying -
I know we'll never dance like we used to.
I look up, I'm almost blinded by the warmth of
what's inside me
and the taste that's in my soul,
but I'm dead inside as I stand alone ....
Dance in Frost
I wore my moods like so many different sets of
clothes
but the right one was never around;
and as you left I heard my body ring
and my mind began to howl
It was far to late to contemplate the meaning
of it all:
You know that I need you, but somehow I don't
think you see my love
at all
At some point I lost you, I don't know quite how
it was;
The wonderland lay in a coat of white, chilling
frost
I looked around and I found I was truly lost:
without your hand in mine I am dead .....
Reality is unreal and games I've tried just aren't
the same:
without your smile there's nowhere to hide
and deep inside
I know I've never cried as I'm about to ...
If I could just frame the words that would make
your fire burn
all this water now around me could be the love
that
should surround me.
Looking out through the tears that bind me
my heart bleeds that you may find me .. or at
least that I can
forget and be numb, but I can't stop, the words
still come:
I LOVE YOU
One Last brief whisper in our loved ones' ears
to reassure them and to pierce the fear
standing at controls then still unknown we told
the world we were
about to go
Somebody help me I'm missing, somebody help me
I'm missing now
touch with my mind, I have no frame,
touch with my mind, I have no frame ...
Well now where is the time and who the hell am
I,
here floating in an aimless way?
No-one knows where we are, they can't feel us
precisely ..
There is no fear here.
How can such a thing exist in a place where living
and knowing
and being have never been heard of?
Doomed to vanish in the flickering light,
disappearing to a darker night,
doomed to vanish in a living death, living anti-matter,
anti-breath
Somebody help me I'm losing, somebody help me,
I'm losing now
people around, there's no-one to touch,
no people around, no-one to touch.
I am now quite alone, part of a vacant time-zone,
here floating in the void,
only dimly aware of existence, a dimly existing
awareness,
I am the lost one, I am the one you fear, I am
the lost one,
I am the one who went up into space, or stayed
where I was,
or didn't exist in the first place .....
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