A Perfect Mystery (Legendary Pink Dots)
Watched the boulder on the mountain bounce onto her head. I felt I
should have warned her, but
the first rule's "Nothing said..." So nothing's done...she smashed into
little pieces, and me? I
simply fled... When she puts herself together, I will hover overhead,
crying "Ahhh..." The bigger
the catastrophe, the more I hang around to feed on victims lying under
me. I make that special
sound that makes you laugh yourself to pieces, gets you rolling on the
ground, gets you screaming
"Ahhhh..." As you slide into the first dimension I pencil in the lines.
No matter how grand your
intentions, your destiny is all mine. I'm not giving you an answer, I'm
just leaving you the time to
find out what it's like to be here crying all the the time. Crying
"Ahhh...."
We, the starving volunteers; the ones who go without. The shoeless,
hair-shirts, bonded, veiled;
seekers of the drought now stand before your floral gate to rend these
rags and shout your name.
In your name. We came to whine, remind you that it's time for endless
vigil. On stone cold floors,
on ashes or on white hot nails. Slow motion tip-toe and vicious gales
that flex then flail then
punch from all directions. In your name. Our crosses rotting in the
rain, we hang before you in
your name.We bear the bitter mark of Cain.
From here to there in minus time, a spirit casts a line to fish
alternatives and Caesar lives. It's 1939.
It's Fall. We eat pizzas by the pool...we watch the Christians sing then
fall in quadro. 50 legal
channels, this one sponsored by St.Paul. Are you playing me? (Where next
?) Year sub-zero here
in Baghdad,s uper-heroes stalk the street. The bitter moon looks down
and laughs while I lie
smoking in the bath with you. Now spray these lips with superglue, I'm
lying through my teeth -
it's ocean blue in Casablanca, but it's burned out black beneath.
Playing me... (where next?) It's All
Souls Night. I'm frightened because I'm standing here alone. I watched
the last bus fly to Brighton.
Now life's empty but it's home. And I skip lightly through the garbage,
call you on your mobile
phone. The message says you've re-located. "Leave a message...here's the
tone." Playing me?
(Where next?)
A man's allowed to cry today...to put his feelings on display. No
ridicule and no disgrace. We've
lost a king, but not his face. And should I fall apart in public, it's
allowed. No...it's demanded.
Zoom in, see how small I am. I'm humble now but, I hope, big-hearted.
Let me be confetti on my
grave. And all the secrets kept within these walls are scattered on the
wind. He's human now. He's
clipped his wings. The king is dead. Long live the king! Black ribbons
hang now from his portrait.
Candles flicker as the day breaks. Still he mutters, still he
shakes...we've lost a king, but not his
face. Still we wait for wisdom at his grave.
Everything we feared was swept inside a little box pushed out of sight
for many years while we
would talk about tomorrow.Two pedestals, a crowded room, we'd both lay
out our past but only
touch a glass divide that grew a little wider every night. But your
memory was hungry and I
watched you court your shadows in reverse. And from my corner, I would
curse but never say a
word. And still I like to think that we shared. Still I like to think we
truly cared. And sure we had
our dreams, but never dared. Tell me, lover, what's in like in there? In
the Blue Room.
I practised in the mirror, dyed my hair black desert blonde. Got
dead-drunk porcupine mascara.
Learned your habits, sing your songs by heart. The gestures,a ll the
subtleties... You're not alone
my far-off prince though only I know really what you go through. When
Lenny meets Lorca,
they'll walk on the water. I know they want a piece of you but I just
want to share. I'll throw open
all my doors for you, wear orchids in my hair. I've traced your number
now and though the
message says "Not there!" Hear me, my frustrated prince, as I declare
"Come and meet your
twin!" When Lenny meets Lorca, they'll walk on the water.
I'm waiting at your bedside. I'm waiting for a sign. I never sleep,
"Bleep..bleep" means I'm
contented. I'll be fine...And I know it's been a year now, and I know it
could be five. Don't care
what doctors recommend I'll keep you alive. (No matter what it takes,
I'll wait. I'll keep you
alive.) Took a liver from a preacher, had that crooked jaw re-shaped.
That ol' heart was shipped
from Zanzibar. Those arteries have been scraped. When it's over you'll
be happy - like being born
a second time. Don't care what the neighbours say, I'll keep you alive
(No matter what it takes, I'll
wait. I'll keep you alive...) If you could only answer me, I know you'd
give a nod, and keep that
little white light blinking... No I am not playing God. It's the Lord
above who pulls the strings,
He does not pull the plug. And I remain his humble servant, fingers
double-crossed for luck. I'll
keep you alive. (No matter what it takes, I'll wait. I'll keep you
alive.)
Two bees behind the curtain. We're certain we'll find our way outside.
We'll climb the window
and when it seems we've never got so high, we'll slide. Those depths
we've never met before. I'm
tired - I guess you feel the same. We'll try it once again. But we'll
slide. Now take your coat and
leave the room, ensuring you've locked us safely in. On no account
should you assist us. We're
desperate. We slide...
First of all, the ground vibrated
Then there was a second wave, more intense:
Pictures fell from the wall
This wave persisted, getting steadily stronger:
The cutlery in the kitchen drawer rattled, cracks appeared in the ceiling
After approximately six minutes I crouched under the table with my hands on my ears
The vibration kept on going, plagues of plaster piled up on the carpet
It was a new carpet…
The lights went out
After eighteen minutes, the first wall collapsed - I was not injured
I decided to crawl through the debris to get outside -- There was nothing outside
A fragment detached from time and space, forgotten, rejected
This unchained night bird, hungry for souls but finding none
Memory blacked out on both sides, but still something's there
Something lurking, flashing
A face desperate for a name, but finding none
Always on the point of recognition, hovering on an answer, but not finding one
Thirsty for contact, finding none
Weightless, directionless, a vacuum, with all sense functioning, acute in its pain
No space that goes on forever, no time that goes on forever, removed, abandoned
Nothing that goes on forever, removed, abandoned
Were you ever there?
Were you ever there?
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