(Hammill). . Tonight, before you lay down to the sweetness of your sleep. do you question your surrender to the drop from Lover's Leap. or does the anaesthetic darkness take hold on its very own?.
(Hammill). . He's a man of the past and one of the present,. a man who hides behind a mask behind a mask;. a clown, a fool, believing it cool to be down.
Frozen moment, cold blood time:. the Iguana lady is saying goodbye..... She's not quite ready, she wants to stay,. she wants to be perfect, but not in the way..
Dance in Sand and Sea. So here we are, or rather, here I am, quite alone,. I'm seeing things that were shared before, long ago. My memory stretches and I am dazed: you know I know.
The killer lives inside me: yes, I can feel him move.. Sometimes he's lightly sleeping. In the quiet of his room,. But then his eyes will rise and stare through mine;.
I can remember it so well,. the bed of roses where we lay,. the crown of thorns I was so keen to give away.. All the warning signs ignored,. the passion's played..
Pretty keen, yes, my hobby keeps me busy. And if I talk to myself, what's the crime. In the darkroom I am a dealer in space and time. When all memory is mellowed.
I stood alone upon the highest cliff-top,. Looked down, around, and all that I could see. Were those that I would dearly love to share with. Crashing on quite blindly to the sea.
So you live in the bottom of the sea,. And you kill all that come near you. But you are very lonely, because all the other fish. Fear you. And you crave companionship and someone to call your own;.
Lacking sleep and food and vision. Here I am again, encamped upon your floor,. Craving sanctuary and nourishment,. Encouragement and sanctity and more..
There's a house with no door and I'm living there. At nights it gets so cold. And the days are hard to bear inside.. There's a house with no roof, so the rain creeps in,.
I never thought it could come to this,. as you sit there crying,. hanging on with your fingertips. to something that's already dead.. Now we're into a game.
(Vanblow). . I wish that you would set me free forever. but the rings on my arms are too deeply burned......
He's a blind man, crouching by the pavement. only seeing with his third eye. and clutching at the astral shadow. of every passer-by. . He's a wise man, trumping all the answers.
(Hammill). . Time has come between us:. in the passing months I've felt you slip away. as your words and mine came like nursery rhymes. till there was nothing left to say..
Existence is a stage on which we pass. a sleepwalk trick for mind and heart:. it's hopeless, I know,. but onward I must go. and try to make a start. at seeing something more than day to day.
Day dawns dark, it now numbers infinity.. Life crawls from the past, watching in wonder. I trace its patterns in me.. Tomorrow's tomorrow is birth again..
"Well what's the harm?. It's good clean fun.... why don't you just. go on and have another one?. When there's hanky-panky in the. boardroom, wooly-bully on the farm,.
I was walking in the evening, I was. looking for something good, clean, fine,. pure, straight, but instead I found. the bunker wall and gate.. . It was open: I was free. I gave a.