Tuesday, 1 July 2008





The spring is already in mid-air.The heart stops.The heart takes off again.
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Anonymous said...

Now the dreamer is still dreaming
The dreamer is still asleep
The dreamer is still asleep
The dreamer is somnambulising
The somnambulist in an ambulance
A somnambulist in an ambulance
A somnambulist in an ambulance
Somnambulist in an ambulance (repeated)
Somnambulist in an ambulist
Pissed a somnambulist, er
Pissed a somnambulist, er
Kissed a somnambulist in an ambulance, in an ambulance
I kissed a somnambulist in an ambulance, in an ambulance, ...
I kissed an ambulance
I kissed an ambulance, I pissed an ambulance
I killed an ambulance, I killed an ambulance
I killed an ambulance, I killed an ambulance
Then I killed my doctor
I said, "Physician, heal thyself:
You're in no position to heal thyself
You're no position to kill yourself"
The somnambulist in an ambulance
(repeated in various arrangements)
I kissed and killed an ambulance (repeated)
Somnambulist in an ambulance (repeated)

I, I, I, I ... (repeated)
I kissed and killed an ambulance (repeated)

Hush, may I ask you all for silence?
The dreamer is still asleep
May the goddess keep us from single visions
And beauty sleep

The dreamer is still asleep
The dreamer is still asleep
He's inventing landscapes in their magnetic fields
Working out a means of escape, he says
We'll cut across the crop circles

The seer says no
There's not much time left for these escape attempts
Look at it this way
In ten years' time
Who'll even remember? Who'll care?
Who'll even remember? Who'll care?
One dies like that, deep within it
Almost inside it
It's there for a reason

I'll cut out my old address
Attack the little book
To tear and cut the paper
To care and touch the paper

The beginning is also the end
Time defines it, time unwinds it
It will end
Like close friendships
Nothing could be further
We forget the space between people and places
Is empty
We forget, and don't notice the loss
And don't notice the loss (repeated)

Crossing into venerable degenerations
Such radiant pollution
The god with the silver hand surveys this vast,
Surveys these vast contaminations

In the heart of your heart
Your eye remains
Is the hurt you? Is the blister you call loveless?
Your whole life is a cold slow shock
Your whole life is a cold slow shock

Take time
Take a little time
To track the shabby shadow down
The pissy mists of history
Down the pissy mists of history
Take a little time
To track the shabby shadows down
The pissy mists of history

The dreamer is still dreaming
The dreamer is still dreaming

Hush; may I ask you all for silence?
The dreamer is still asleep
May I ask you all for silence?
The dreamer is still dreaming (repeated)
The dreamer is still asleep

3 July 2008 at 08:53

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