Somewhere: Johnny Pulp and the Lemonheads
cried down over the bannister and the stair became a spine and the lower floor became the underworld and the doors slammed like little wooden judgements and next day the self packed its own ghost in a bag and moved out from its beginning and its end, round and round, the square waits, the cane taps, the heart has cooled, time has gone cold, somewhere somewhere somewhere, not presence exactly but a pinprick in the cloth of space, one bright thread left in the torn coat of the world, and the ice cream walk is already elegy, sweetness melting before speech can save it, I won the battle but lost every war I fought, there is the whole little empire of the singer, victorious in incident, defeated in form, crowned with nothing, asking without begging, please please please, while the wind in the trees says what the beloved will not say, and rats and foxes move under the civil pavement, the old bestiary of the city, the boys preen, the film is remembered and not understood, did I ever do enough, that terrible domestic tribunal, and then the midnight train leaves in a cloud and the profile at the window bows its head, the face already turning into icon, into silhouette, into the saint of departure, some distances are only the end, some lovers cannot be friends because friendship is too daylight a word for what has already gone subterranean, the river bed curves, flowers bloom, death comes too soon, curtains close, someone glides across the floor, and happy days by the pool are not happy now but radiant evidence, dawn rosy then night dark, buses, station walls, coins, invented stories, all childhood turned into a museum of lost time, and the spring flowers come not as consolation but as warnings, lilac knives in the wet earth, April not a season but an insult from the resurrecting world to the one who cannot rise, then seven heartbeats and seven blinks, arithmetic of doom, no god no devil no spirits and still the grey daybreak is more terrible than hell, because hell would at least explain things, the old man in the doorway listens for the dead as if hearing could reverse ontology, a bird sings and flies away, a child plays far off, dust floats in the room like the visible grammar of absence, the door where she once lay remains more alive than the living body, lips move but speech refuses incarnation, downstairs again, upstairs again, the house is a little cosmos of return, and then the dinosaurs tremble through the local street, vast vanished beasts under the tarmac, extinction scaled down to a stair carpet, cars rumble by, the world does not cease, this is the scandal, not that we suffer but that traffic continues, and then the other song comes like a debtor at the door, there is nothing here anymore nothing you could see, the fix is in, god and law have both lost jurisdiction, blood has written what speech cannot appeal, the eyes bright as morning become accusation, the curse is a trick, the devil appears as neighbourly vacancy, a hole where the world should be, money gone, footing gone, women judging, streets cold, crow threatening, hourglass burying the land, no place to sit or stand, paradise named only because nowhere remains habitable, and then the three ships rise through another dream, under towers, under hills, under the old buried wrongs, love and kindness mocked as twin fools, tears swinging between heaven and earth, did you want to bury them all and make your way to the dark place and wait, wait for the ships, wait for the shore, wait for crying to become a communal weather, and there the rope to the mountain top is also a gallows and a pilgrimage, the lake holds still because revelation requires still water, the hard heart locked inside the little friend, forgiveness called for as if forgiveness were a locksmith, the nomad on the pavement crosses dunes made of city dust, lovebirds stalk the shadow drunk and old, music of the spheres heard by someone too wounded to be saved by harmony, the topsy turvy world opens its inside, tears unfurl like sails, the heart becomes racing car, fast and sure and unreal, truth arrives by feeling and injures the head like a knife, the rich and strong move ruthlessly through the ruins, rage becomes a rose in glass, beauty trapped with doom, armies under the red moon, last days without trumpets, and then sirens, towers, church steeples, girls and werewolves, cyclops jerking alone, Russian dolls on mobile phones, old myth wearing cheap modern plastic, bury me before I’m dead, a perfect phrase because the social world has already interred the speaker while leaving the body to perform errands, nothing said can fit the fact that we die, language stands beside the grave with empty pockets, cruelty is easy because it has become administrative, calm, ordinary, cannibal daylight eating faces, message in a bottle, harbour, flight, return, always return, come back to me after the sea has failed to cleanse you, throw coins into the hat, dance a little, pay for the film, watch to the end, find no point, no direction, only bent truth flickering, and beneath all of it the cold song asks to be sung back, sing me a song fine and true, not entertainment but resurrection technology, bench, bottle, plane tree, rats, dogs, priest rushing past with someone else to save, pilgrims like frightened mice, the old joke that all things pass suddenly no joke at all, certainty curdled into regret, spring birds sounding like death bells, and then strange love in rain, souls as peep show, head bowed over the storm and the book, dark ice, wall voices, midnight underworld, two strangers like doves in hurricane time, catching and being caught, rhyme as rescue, double as wound, water edge, shrines built to something unnamed but mourned, geese, turtles, fox cry, roses, honeysuckle, shadows from another room, lips moving without sound, the unsent letter saying everything and therefore impossible to send, and then the tripwire song spits its electric laughter, jajajajaja, shhhhh, the circuit-wire beloved, question after question because interrogation is what remains when prophecy has broken down, who kissed whom at the foot of the stair, who lost nerve, who waits by the door, who comes running when chips are down, and sometimes silence is wiser because speech trips the mechanism, and then stranger inside someone else’s dream, thinner days, half-hearted moon, child’s swing moving without sound, the request to carry memory to the grave, the tear kept like a locket, the dark pool, the fool in love, the cold wind through the rose, and at the end water, always water under the fire, silky dark, drowned dog bark, fish teeth, pike, canal puddle, lungs dreaming at the river bottom, reeds bending over the sunken bed, pale soul floating by, the pond still as a curse, run along the river bank if you can, but the secret below follows, and screaming becomes stillness, stillness becomes illness, the head asks for a pill because vision is too much for flesh, held on held on held on, or failed to, spinning like a broken web, and the stations return, not stations for trains now but stations of the cross, each song one halt in the procession, banister, square, doorway, hill, harbour, bench, water, stair, each place a wound with municipal furniture, each refrain circling back because grief has no straight road, only round and round, reconnect, disconnect, the beloved somewhere, the dead upstairs, the ships offshore, the child far away, the fox crying, the crow descending, the rose watching, the square waiting, and the voice goes on because the end of the song is also the only place where the singer can keep meeting what has gone.
Sleeve Notes
cried down over the bannister to the lower floor they were shouting and slamming their doors next day I moved out my head was spinning lost my sense of an end or a beginning I met you when the days were getting late and old when the heart has cooled and the time gone coldhand me my cane I'll walk into the centre of the square everything sweet and simple because you're somewhereyea you're somewhere ahhbought ice cream and walked along lost in thoughtI won the battle but lost every war I foughtlistened to the wind howling through the treeswell I'm not going to beg you but please please pleaseI met you when the days were getting late and oldwhen the heart has cooled and the time gone coldhand me my cane I'll walk into the centre of the squareeverything sweet and simple because you're somewhereyea you're somewhere ahhrats and foxes and the creatures of the darkand I looked at you and how does anyone make their markthe boys were preening and strutting their stuffdid I tell you about the film I saw did I ever do enoughI met you when the days were getting late and oldwhen the heart has cooled and the time gone coldhand me my cane I'll walk into the centre of the squareeverything sweet and simple because you're somewhereyea you're somewhere ahhand the midnight train is leaving the station in. a cloudsaw your profile by the window with your head bowedsome distances are never really anything but the endsome lovers are never ever going to be just friendsthe river bed curves for a while and flowers bloomthis is where the heart sways and knows death always comes too soonwho was it that closed the curtains and quietly shut the doorwho is it that glides through the shadows moving silently across the floorI met you when the days were getting late and oldwhen the heart has cooled and the time gone coldhand me my cane I'll walk into the centre of the squareeverything sweet and simple because you're somewhereyea you're somewhere ahhI remember happy days running around by the pool in the parkwe'd laugh all day from the dawn's rosy light to the nightimes darkwe took buses into the town and sat around in the stationthrowing coins against the wall told stories out of our imaginationI met you when the days were getting late and oldwhen the heart has cooled and the time gone coldhand me my cane I'll walk into the centre of the squareeverything sweet and simple because you're somewhereyea you're somewhere ahhwe never knew about time and what it would all come to meanthat all things end and nothing's quite as it all seemsmr eliot says april is a cruelty because spring is sprungand those lilacs are precious warnings of what's to comeI met you when the days were getting late and oldwhen the heart has cooled and the time gone coldhand me my cane I'll walk into the centre of the squareeverything sweet and simple because you're somewhereyea you're somewhere ahhI met you when the days were getting late and oldwhen the heart has cooled and the time gone coldhand me my cane I'll walk into the centre of the squareeverything sweet and simple because you're somewhereyea you're somewhere seven heartbeats and seven blinks of the eyeseven curses falling out from seven suns in the skyno god no devil no spirits creeping through the nightand the daybreak brings nothing but a terrible light he stared out from his doorwaywas his heart beatin soft it was a quiet day rain in the wind was blowing and the sky was plain greyhe wasn't speaking he had nothing and noone to sayfalling shadows at the heart of nooncrossed his face like things happening too soonand a bird is singing and then flies awayhe hears a child somewhere far off playinghe stretches out a hand just to find out what's realand he shivers like there's still something left to feelcan he call up them up all the dead the ones he knew that are now just living in his headits been a tiring time but he knows it'll not be longbefore the end will be coming it'll be the end of the songwell he smiles at. ajoke he once heard oh long long agoand he goes back inside and feels heavy and slowcatches the dust floating through the airand makes his way towards the top of the stairand looks at the door of the room where once she layand then leans for a moment his lips move he has nothign to sayand his eyes are now watery and full of tearsbut he just listens as if maybe that's her voice he hearsbut of course there's nothing and no one thereand so he goes back down again down the stairsdinasaurs walked the earth trembled the earth right herebut everything changes year after year after yearand the cars rumble by and the world doesn't ceaseand he closes his eyes and there's nothing but endless peaceseven heartbeats and seven blinks of the eyeseven curses falling out from seven suns in the skyno god no devil no spirits creeping through the nightand the daybreak brings nothing but a terrible light seven heartbeats and seven blinks of the eyeseven curses falling out from seven suns in the skyno god no devil no spirits creeping through the nightand the daybreak brings nothing but a terrible light he stared out from his doorwaywas his heart beatin soft it was a quiet day rain in the wind was blowing and the sky was plain greyhe wasn't speaking he had nothing and noone to sayfalling shadows at the heart of nooncrossed his face like things happening too soonand a bird is singing and then flies awayhe hears a child somewhere far off playinghe stretches out a hand just to find out what's realand he shivers like there's still something left to feelcan he call up them up all the dead the ones he knew that are now just living in his headits been a tiring time but he knows it'll not be longbefore the end will be coming it'll be the end of the songwell he smiles at. ajoke he once heard oh long long agoand he goes back inside and feels heavy and slowcatches the dust floating through the airand makes his way towards the top of the stairand looks at the door of the room where once she layand then leans for a moment his lips move he has nothign to sayand his eyes are now watery and full of tearsbut he just listens as if maybe that's her voice he hearsbut of course there's nothing and no one thereand so he goes back down again down the stairsdinasaurs walked the earth trembled the earth right herebut everything changes year after year after yearand the cars rumble by and the world doesn't ceaseand he closes his eyes and there's nothing but endless peaceseven heartbeats and seven blinks of the eyeseven curses falling out from seven suns in the skyno god no devil no spirits creeping through the nightand the daybreak brings nothing but a terrible light there's nothing here anymore nothing you could seeand everyone looks scared and are running they want to fleesome are maybe stronger but they don't look sureI don't think you can save me now neither you nor god nor lawthe fix is in and its all been written in blooddon't tell me what you are it'll do you no damn goodi got less than I ever had beforewhy'dyou go like you did I could have handled moreyour eyes bright as the morning dazzling sunyou didn't even wait to say what it was you thought I'd donethe curse was a trick and a kind of neibouring spellhere comes the devil he's come up from hellI see the hole in is eyes where the worlds supposed to beI can feel the weight of that emptiness burying mewhere did the money all go why can't I find my feetnoone is left now here and there's no one left to meetthere's nothing here anymore nothing you could seeand everyone looks scared and are running they want to fleesome are maybe stronger but they don't look sureI don't think you can save me now neither you nor god nor lawthe fix is in and its all been written in blooddon't tell me what you are it'll do you no damn goodslow is the sun as it rises up in the skythe morning is a dream but it'll go pass me byand later it seems nothing's even really realand my minds gone numb and I can't seem to feelis there anyone there crawling round on my roofthe nightime has bad dreams I hear the devils hoofand women it seems all think I'm a dead beatI walk miles alone along the dark and cold streetslisten to the crow and its wild and darkling threatat the doorway I stand still and try my best to forgetthe hourglass falls and sand covers the landI got no place anymore not to sit not to standI might fly away to paradise or some other placeI wish you were by my side and I could kiss your facethere's nothing here anymore nothing you could seeand everyone looks scared and are running they want to fleesome are maybe stronger but they don't look sureI don't think you can save me now neither you nor god nor lawthe fix is in and its all been written in blooddon't tell me what you are it'll do you no damn good worlds that hide inside a casual aside that's cruelworlds that treat love and kindness as twin foolsburied in the hill under the towers you swingbetween the heavens and the earth your tears singdid you want to bury them all and then make your wayto the place in the dark and wait for the daywhen three ships come in to the burning shoreand we'll all be crying for ever moreand by the lake in the dark the moment holds stilleverything we knew and what we know fulfillsthere was. arope to the peak of the mountain topand who was buried there and why wouldn't the pain stopdid you want to bury them all and then make your wayto the place in the dark and wait for the daywhen three ships come in to the burning shoreand we'll all be crying forever moreand who was still speaking in the back of your mindand why were your eyes so tired and so kindthe hard heart is locked inside a little friendyou call out for forgiveness want her heart to mendthe air is quiet there's hardly anyone aboutyour head is full of fears and terrors and your mind full of doubtyou move along the pavements like a nomad in the dunethe turning world was turning to stop now would be too soondid you want to bury them all and then make your wayto the place in the dark and wait for the daywhen three ships come in to the burning shoreand we'll all be crying forever morelovebirds stalked your shadow for a little while on the roadthey were drunk and tired and slow like they were tired and oldyou floated like a butterfly and heard the music of the spheresyou spoke of the living and the dying you talked of all your fearsdid you want to bury them all and then make your wayto the place in the dark and wait for the daywhen three ships come in to the burning shoreand we'll all be crying and forever forever more ahhyou made a different turn and walked a way to where you once had beenand took to the roads no one had ever seenkept your eyes on the window glass of the houses you passedand why were people impossible was what you askedand sadness in the air and the scent of honeysucklea nightbird flew overhead and you felt the world unbuckleand where was it you saw the inside of the topsy turvy worldand how many tears fell from you that night how many were unfurledlike the sails of a sailing ship that came from the sea into the bayyour head was spinning with despair you had no words to say did you want to bury them all and then make your wayto the place in the dark and wait for the daywhen three ships come in to the burning shoreand we'll all be crying forever morethe hearts a racing car its fast and sure and not quite realsome nights you know the truth because of what it is you feeland the knife in the head it spills some blood the wound is twisted deepyou can cry out but there's no one there and all you want to do is sleepruthless are the rich and strong and those who want the sameand you hide your face and want to bury them in shamewho hurts the ones who want to hold on dear to older better thingsyou will kill them with your rage you know what justice bringsdid you want to bury them all and then make your wayto the place in the dark and wait for the daywhen three ships come in to the burning shoreand we'll all be crying forever morefires on the horizon and talk of armies moving slow beneath the red moonyour rage is a rose in a glass casement its both beauty and doomand lost you try and find your way but there are no signsthese are the hours of desolation these are the last days timesdid you want to bury them all and then make your wayto the place in the dark and wait for the daywhen three ships come in to the burning shoreand we'll all be crying forever more ahhhdid you want to bury them all and then make your wayto the place in the dark and wait for the daywhen three ships come in to the burning shoreand we'll all be crying forever moreyes forever forever more lights were flashing and sirens screamingwe're on the edge and dreamingcrowds and lonely peopletowers and the church steeplewalking the highways and bywaysjack the ripper girls the werewolf baysthe cyclops is jerking all alonethe russian dolls are all on their mobile phonesbury me before I'm dead and watch over where I lieand watch how nothing said can fit the fact that we dieall this cruelty that's so easy and calmly doneah nothing new no escape under this cannibal sun you got a message in a bottle for meget to the harbour in time and fleesail for days across the earth across the wide wide seathen when you've done come back come back to meahhhhh yea bury me before I'm dead and watch over where I lieand watch how nothing said can fit the fact that we dieall this cruelty that's so easy and calmly doneah nothing new no escape under this cannibal sunthrow your coins into the hatdance a little I know you fancy thatafter all that do you still not know wasn't it spoken at least once where to goI paid to see the film in the end and watched to the endcouldn't find its point its direction nor why its truths seemed to bendbury me before I'm dead and watch over where I lieand watch how nothing said can fit the fact that we dieall this cruelty that's so easy and calmly doneah nothing new no escape under this cannibal sunyou got a message in a bottle for meget to the harbour in time and fleesail for days across the earth across the wide wide seathen when you've done come back come back to meahhhhh yea everything's exhausted and violent and hidden from sightI can't concentrate long enough and the light's too brightstartled in the middle of the road traffic fleeing everywherefleeing like hungry carnivores bloody from their carnage layereveryone eating others watch their flashing teethas they laugh or murder our other self in the depths of sleepbury me before I'm dead and watch over where I lieand watch how nothing said can fit the fact that we dieall this cruelty that's so easy and calmly doneah nothing new no escape under this cannibal sunyou got a message in a bottle for meget to the harbour in time and fleesail for days across the earth across the wide wide seathen when you've done come back come back to me I'm cold every day now and so far away from where you areI wonder about the ways things were and wish upon a starand try to forget but there's a long way to gobefore I reach up to heaven or to the other place belowsing me a song sing it sing it fine and truesing me a song to bring me back to youthe hours cut like a knifethe horizon on the other side of my lifeand there was nothing there nothing left to seesitting on a bench with a bottle under the great plain treebirds shuffling rats crawling dogs bark and moanI've been here too long a time I'm drenched to the bonethe door swings open wide then closes like a grave the priest rushes by like he's got someone else to save ah these pilgrims come and go like they're frightened mice if you're gonna play you better play nice if you got any money then give me some there's no money here just that low dying humI guess you weren't joking when you went awayI listened to your talk and I cried anyway what difference does it make anyway to feelI don't want you to recall me I'm no big dealI have a past that is fading its fading away too fast did you remember that joke about all things will pass well now let's think for a moment lets pause take time out all the things i had held certain now are regret and doubtsome days I wake other days I don't walksome moments are silent others are just talkthis place you know it used to be something rightbut its days are numbered its heading headlong to the nightlisten to the birds and bees the sounds of springall they say to me is like there's a death bell ringingbut sure that's too much to say to think or even dreamdo you ever stop and wonder what I was an what I meanI'm cold every day now and so far away from where you areI wonder about the ways things were and wish upon a starand try to forget but there's a long way to gobefore I reach up to heaven or to the other place belowsing me a song sing it sing it fine and truesing me a song to bring me back to you where are we my strange loveah all through the dark all through the time andrain falls from aboveour souls are just a peep show ah when were you going to lookand your head down against the storm raging your hands clasping the burning bookdark fire in the middle of ice voices coming through the strong walla midnight flight into the underworld I saw you stumble and nearly fallstrangers two of us like doves in a hurricane timeI caught you and you did for me the same like we rhymeand sometimes you're another half and a double in the hurly burly of all terrors and trouble and you rambled down the road and tears mixed with the falling rainand you swept yourself upwards to the stars and there was a silence inside your painthat locked our hearts into a coffin sized box well you knew thatclenched your jaw and for a moment you stopped moving and just satmaybe the drinks were needed or maybe they just happened to have passedand when at the waters edge you stopped to look int the dark I thought it would lastuntil eternity and the shrines were all built to something we needed to mourngeese and turtles and the savage cry of a fox were the sounds of the forlornstrangers two of us like doves in a hurricane timeI caught you and you did for me the same like we rhymeand sometimes you're another half and a double in the hurly burly of desolation, its terrors and trouble and between the roses at midnight and the sweet scent of the honeysuckle floweryou lifted the mysteries of time and behind life's veil and its ghostly hourdid someone move just at the corner of the eye as if to a different tunewere the shadows yours or were they cast from figures in another roomand I watched the side of your face and I wanted to hold onto you so so tightand the earth kept spinning and you in daylights dark and nights ethereal lightstrangers two of us like doves in a hurricane timeI caught you and you did for me the same like we rhymeand sometimes you're another half and a double in the hurly burly of desolation, its terrors and trouble something is breaking and our hearts are shattered everything in ruinsyou can hear footfall on the empty pavements and we didn't know what we were doingI guess this is what it means to be lost in a daze and sad and trueI guess this is what I tried to say when I said I wanted to be loved by youthere was a place where they'd knocked something down and built a churchwhat did hurt you so much there and make your fragile heart lurchI saw your lips moving but I couldn't hear any soundand I felt something irretrievable had been lost and would never be foundand deep down in the centre of everything there was a hurt that never endsLater I wrote you a long letter saying everything but of course I'll never sendstrangers two of us like doves in a hurricane timeI caught you and you did for me the same like we rhymeand sometimes you're another half and a double in the hurly burly of desolation, its terrors and trouble did you ever relive the daysdid you ever dare follow her gazedid you take that bet with. adevil may carewho did I see you kissing at the foot of the stairwas there ever. amoment when you started to doubta time when you lost your nerve and wanted to get outdid you read what it said and feel your heart congealwould you do anything at all even beg, borrow stealsometimes you have to ask because there's nothing else to sayand sometimes its best to be silent anywayyour a tripwire for the circuit wireyou know its true I'm no liar jajajajajajajajajajajajajshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh haha yeawho were you back then when you acted so proudand where did you go when you disappeared in a cloudhave you ever had a dream that took you somewherehave you lost your footing but nobody seemed to carehow long have you been there waiting by the doorhow many times have you come back and asked for moresometimes you have to ask because there's nothing else to sayand sometimes its best to be silent anywayyour a tripwire for the circuit wireyou know its true I'm no liar jajajajajajajajajajajajajshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh haha yeais the anyone you can turn to when the chips are really downare there people you can call who'll come without a soundand in the moments that are passing and you're feeling hard done bywho will always coming running and mop your tears when you crysometimes you have to ask because there's nothing else to sayand sometimes its best to be silent anywayyour a tripwire for the circuit wireyou know its true I'm no liar jajajajajajajajajajajajajshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh haha yeasometimes you have to ask because there's nothing else to sayand sometimes its best to be silent anywayyour a tripwire for the circuit wireyou know its true I'm no liar I was a stranger in the middle of someone else's dreamand when I reached out to hold on I didn't know what it meansand lately the days have been thinner and strangerI guess something happened and has placed my world in dangerwalking through the tangled undergrowth its lategetting later but they push on through climb the gateand under the moon that's half hearted peeping downshe sits on the child's swing and moves without a soundhow many times does she curve through the night time airand my heart's alone and beating in my chest therewill you remember this will you carry it to your gravewell that's a strange request and a gift you never gavethe air was cold and still and rain was falling on the leafof the overhanging trees some things come as faith and beliefit's not easy to be a fool in love it's hard as can bewell that is obvious of course and everyone knows everyone seesfunny walk and a strange offbeat way of talkingand words that float into the empty air when we were walkingand something in the eye and then something else right therehovering inside us and then glowing into the darkening airdid you see the fear when you looked at the dark dark poolthe lake at midnight and you with me your longlost foolwas there a tear you gave me I'll keep it in my posketlike in the days of oldwe used to keep memories as a locketin the fresh face of the early morning dawn I look at the roseand the spring is cruel and the cold wind blowsI was a stranger in the middle of someone else's dreamand when I reached out to hold on I didn't know what it meansand lately the days have been thinner and strangerI guess something happened and has placed my world in danger burning bright you're soul is striped and nighttimeyour roars fill me up and I tremble at your linesyour eyes are forged and burning to the limits of spacewho framed your time and mind and your infinite precious faceswimming with Blake and all his starsthe furnace in heated skin bodies mine and yoursstretched across the shore and the strange sandsthese are the moon dreams these are dream landsdid you beat me as I lay on the sea bed and kiss me once then left me with the dead shells and coral cover me all over there's nothing left to seethe great whale and Ishmael and all those who call out for mesolar winds and electricity hunts these darkening timeswhere inside us are oceans and a spirit and mysteries and signshalf man half woman everything is crawling about the shaking landhorsemen their horses flaming and with planets in their burning handsI watch their lips moving and then trail my hand in the muda crow man flies down carrion in his beak dripping black bloodyou should have seen me years ago my eyes like pearlscircles of the outer reaches of the universe like golden curlsfar from the land a strange ship is tossed on the wild waveswho is gone now and why are we lost and no one left to be savedwell what would that be anyway, I'm a spaceman a satellite round and roundyou feel me shimmering and almost making it rising out the groundhere's my heart take it protect it put it somewhere safeand I'll secretly do the same for you like we're orphans or waifsand the tidal swell is great and breaks across the land like a ghostmaybe we'll just haunt each other like the drowned haunt the coastwell well it's a fierce and terrible time iron eyed cruel and blinddrink in secret to the secret undressed angels where nakedness is foundbeauty and the simple agonies of dragons and leviathan dreamswe tumble down stars and planets and suns not knowing what it meansIt's a silver light inside the eye that blinds and leaves the world changedand when I try and sleep there's nothing but arousal and painburning bright you're soul is striped and nighttimeyour roars fill me up and I tremble at your linesyour eyes are forged and burning to the limits of spacewho framed your time and mind and your infinite precious face she's afraid of the water's secretthe dark stillness all hail and well metwhat lies beneath that silky darkis that what she hears in the drowned dogs barkyou're still and you know what lies beneathand what surfaces are caught in the damned fish teethbarbarian and savage and cannibal thingall rising out of these terrors like a pike on a hooked ringdown down down below is fearher eyes are circles circling nearreaching up from below a haunted handand swimming far away over the dead sandyou're still and you know what lies beneathand what surfaces are caught in the damned fish teethbarbarian and savage and cannibal thingall rising out of these terrors like a pike on a hooked ringblind blind fateful creature never endingnothing but the hungry cannibal coming to the meetingface held down in a dirty puddle along the canal roadthese terrors never drown they never get oldrainwater washing the atmosphere you shiverlungs struggling to dream life bottom of this riveryou're still and you know what lies beneathand what surfaces are caught in the damned fish teethbarbarian and savage and cannibal thingall rising out of these terrors like a pike on a hooked ringwinds bend the reeds in the sunken river beda woman with pale soul and wide eyes floats by deadscreams from the litanies of waves at the shorethe pond's stillness is evil and a curse you sawyou're still and you know what lies beneathand what surfaces are caught in the damned fish teethbarbarian and savage and cannibal thingall rising out of these terrors like a pike on a hooked ringclose and close your eyes turn away from these run and run on along the river bank and between the treesyou're still and you know what lies beneathand what surfaces are caught in the damned fish teethbarbarian and savage and cannibal thingall rising out of these terrors like a pike on a hooked ring