Peter Hammill - (In the) Black Room/Tower | Текст песни

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• Peter Hammill
• (In the) Black Room/Tower

I was thinking about thinking but it really didn't get me very far,
so I thought I'd throw a Tarot but I only got the Priestess and the Star.
There's a shadow cast between the future and the past:
the room and I agree to buy some time...
The cards don't tell truth nor lies,
only options and cusp lines
the furniture in the black room.

I've been thinking about acid, but, it seem there's not a reason to believe.
I don't make a vital breakthrough and it walks me like a dog upon a lead.
It's all unreal and, the way I feel,
I'd like to try and make it on my own...
Going to the feeling is find:
I really have me a good pleasure cruise.
But, deep in my mind,
I'm no better or worse, just open to the walls.
Paint peels in the black of my room

I'm only talking about myself, ordering my treasure shell,
documenting these present feelings as the future sets me reeling...
What I'll be is what I am,
I'm simply trying not to sham or fake.
Use vision as sense and not as crutch!
It doesn't matter all that much;
whatever happens we'll all survive.
I'm only trying not to pawn my life.

When I'm (maybe) old and strait-laced, shall I then deny all that I feel?
In words of bitter compromise, re-smelt the wrath that's in my eyes
like steel?
Be a hermit then?
Or be a miser?
Be a man who hasn't managed yet to write his rules?
The Fool?
The future holds my hand in the room...
Well, then my ghosts shall steer down through the years
and lay a hand upon my soul
like ice.

So: onto the familiar top steps!
in cloud-scud moonlight glow
the Tower reels.
I, the blind man,
feeling for a path I know...
don't you know that I'm only feeling for how to feel?

Rats run.
Snakes coil.
Fathers,
stare out at the whispering night;
rub mud on their arms.

Spiders,
Mud boils,
Children
whimper in the human vortex;
faces glow of worms.

Silence.
Omens...

For pain shall come and change shall run
down through my heart
and shake my knees
and NOW it is coming,
all round is the humming
of the World.

Too late! With my balance gone,
dead eyed doll,
I'm falling, falling
back to where I began...

I'm feeling like a kid again,
I'm feeling like I just walked in the door,
and, with my head on fire,
I wrote this song - I don't know who it's for.
Hands held fast in camera,
I'll swear I heard the Stammerer exclaim:
\"I'm a traveller, unraverller.
I only live through pain, and shame, and change!\"

In my room, the secret tomb, I can see
future forms,
space/time storms:
they're all me,
and I've only got to choose!

In my head I am dead if I fail
In the trap,
the subtle lap,
safety's pall...
but I'm living while I choose...

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