Somewhere: Johnny Pulp and the Lemonheads
Notes
The stairwell is always older than the lovers who lean across it.
Voices descend before bodies do.
One hears the argument first as weather, then as history.The banister in these songs is not architecture but fate.
Wood polished by departures.
Hands dragging themselves towards another floor of disappointment.Late afternoon is the true season here.
Not spring, not winter.
The hour after meaning has exhausted itself but before extinction has formally arrived.
Tea gone cold beside a chair.
The old square at dusk.
Someone remembered through municipal light.The repeated line about the centre of the square because the square is the last public geometry.
The last place where private grief can pretend to belong to civilisation.
One walks there with a cane not because of age alone but because memory has become a physical burden.
Consciousness limps.The women in these fragments appear mostly as thresholds.
Window figures.
Faces half seen in railway glass.
Voices possibly heard upstairs.
The beloved becomes less a person than a weather condition haunting matter itself.One notices how often doors appear.
Doors opening.
Doors quietly shut.
Doorways where someone pauses unable to speak.
The modern soul does not perish in flames but in corridors.The refrain functions like liturgy after faith has collapsed.
Repetition survives belief.
very nearly the condition of modern poetry itself.
The prayer continues long after the gods have vacated the sanctuary.
exhaustion is metaphysical before it is psychological.
The weariness here is not merely personal sadness.
It is the fatigue of historical time.
The feeling that civilisation itself has become overfamiliar with its own ruins.Rats and foxes appear because when social meaning decays zoology returns.
Cities become forests with electric lighting.
The creatures of the dark inherit the avenues.
The soul reverts to scavenging.
Eliot-like contrast between childish games and terminal knowledge.
Coins thrown against station walls.
Bus rides into town.
Poolside laughter.
suddenly the knowledge that all things end.
Memory becomes unbearable
innocence once existed materially and not merely sentimentally.
trains, stations, harbours, roads, staircases and rivers create a civilisation permanently in transit yet spiritually motionless.
Everyone is leaving.
No one arrives.“Three ships come into the burning shore” a corrupted grail myth.
But no revelation follows.
Only perpetual mourning.
The ships bring history itself, invasion, capitalism, memory, apocalypse.
The harbour receives all things and redeems none.One hears the ghost of pub philosophy throughout, but elevated accidentally into tragedy.
That matters.
Modern despair mutters.
Repeats itself.
Misspells eternity.
Forgets punctuation.
Truth arrives dishevelled.The line about April being cruel half remembers Eliot while simultaneously misunderstanding him.
Culture survives as fragments imperfectly recalled by tired people under streetlights.
Civilisation as damaged quotation.There is almost no transcendence here.
No secure theology.
“No god no devil no spirits creeping through the night.”
Yet we remain haunted.
The death of belief deprives haunting of explanation.
the terrible light of daybreak.
Morning exposes the world without consoling it.
The apocalypse arrives not through darkness but through overclarity.
Grey weather.
Dust in stairwells.
Traffic continuing indifferently.The dinosaurs line abruptly scales grief cosmically.
Personal sorrow joins geological extinction.
The beloved dies.
Species die.
Empires die.
Cars continue passing.
catastrophe and ordinary life coexist perfectly well.The recurring images of cannibalism
Everyone consuming everyone else.
Predation normalised into economics, sexuality, bureaucracy, media.
The “cannibal sun” where illumination itself becomes violent.
Light devours privacy.There are many birds in these songs.
Crows, nightbirds, geese, lovebirds.
Birds traditionally signify transcendence.
Here they mostly signify interruption.
A sound briefly crossing emptiness.
The possibility of meaning flying away before interpretation catches it.The repeated insistence on songs inside the songs
Characters ask to be sung back into existence.
Music becomes prosthetic memory.
Identity survives only as refrain.One could say the true subject throughout is aftermath.
persistence after symbolic collapse.
How does one continue after the world has spiritually ended but materially carried on?
the strange combination of gothic imagery and banal modernity.
Mobile phones beside Russian dolls.
Sirens beside church steeples.
Werewolves wandering retail culture.
The mythical and the exhausted coexist without hierarchy.
Everything available simultaneously.
Nothing believed completely.The “tripwire for the circuit wire” section is manic laughter and near electronic fragmentation.
personality beginning to glitch under pressure.
The self becomes interference pattern rather than coherent speaker.And
tenderness is what prevents collapse into pure nihilism.
Someone still wants to protect another heart.
Someone still remembers the curve of a face at the window.
Someone still listens at the empty room upstairs hoping for a voice impossible to hear.In Eliot the fragments are often shored against ruin.
Here the fragments themselves are already ruined.
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