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i. Eyewitness |
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Still waiting for my saviour, storms tear me limb from limb |
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My fingers feel like seaweed, I'm so far out I'm too far in |
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I am a lonely man, my solitude is true |
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My eyes have borne stark witness, and now my nights are numbered, too |
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I've seen the smiles on dead hands |
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The star shines, but they're not for me |
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I prophesy disaster and then I count the cost |
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I shine but, shining, dying, I know that I am almost lost |
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On the table lies blank paper and my tower is built on stone |
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I only have blunt scissors, I only have the bluntest home |
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I've been the witness and the seal of death |
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lingers in the molten wax that is my head |
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When you see the skeletons, of sailing-ship spars sinking low |
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You'll begin to wonder if the points of all the ancients myths are solemnly directed straight at you... |
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ii. Pictures/Lighthouse |
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(Eddies/rocks/ships/collision/remorse.) |
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(Instrumental) |
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iii. Eyewitness |
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No time now for contrition, the time for that's long past |
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The walls are thin as tissue and if I talk I'll crack the glass |
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So I only think on how it might have been |
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locked in silent monologue, in silent scream |
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I am much too tired to speak, and as the waves crash on the bleak |
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stones of the tower I start to freak, and find that I am overcome.... |
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iv. S.H.M. |
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"Unreal, unreal" ghost helmsmen scream and fall in through the sky |
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Not breaking through my seagull shrieks - no breaks until I die |
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The spectres scratch on window-slits,the hollowed faces and mindless grins |
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are only intent on destroying what they've lost |
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I crawl the wall till steepness ends in the vertical fall |
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My pail has sailed into the sea -no joking hopes at dawn |
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White bone shine in the iron-jaw mask |
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Lost mastheads pierce the freezing dark |
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and parallel my isolated tower... |
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No paraffin for the flame |
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No harbour left to gain |
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v. The Presence of the Night/Kosmos Tours |
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"Alone, alone" the ghosts all call |
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pinpoint me in the light |
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The only life I feel at all,is the presence of the night |
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Would you cry if I died? |
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Would you catch the final words of mine? |
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Would you catch my words? |
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I know that there's no time |
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I know that there's no rhyme |
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False signs find me |
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I don't want to hate, I just want to grow |
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Why can't I let me live and be free? |
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...But I die very slowly alone |
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I know no more ways, I am so afraid |
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Myself won't let me just be myself |
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and so I am completely alone |
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The maelstrom of my memory |
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is a vampire and it feeds on me |
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now, staggering madly, over the brink I fall |
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vi. (Custard's) Last Stand |
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Lighthouses might house the key but can I reach the door? |
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I want to walk on the sea so that I may better find a shore |
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but how can I ever keep my feet dry? |
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I scan the horizon |
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I must keep my eyes on all parts of me |
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Looking back on the years, it seems that I have lost my way |
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Like a dog in the night I have run to a manger |
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now I am the stranger I stay in |
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Ah, well |
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All of the grief I have seen leaves me chasing solitary peace |
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But I hold experience in my head |
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I'm too close to the light |
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I don't think I see right, for I blind me. |
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vii. The Clot Thickens |
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WHERE is the God that guides my hand? |
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HOW can the hands of others reach me? |
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WHEN will I find what I grope for? |
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WHO (who, who) is going to teach me? |
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I am me / me are we / we can't see |
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any way out of here |
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Crashing sea, a trophied history |
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chance has lost my Guinevere... |
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I don't want to be one wave in the water |
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but sea will drag me deep |
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one more haggard DROWNED MAN! |
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I can see the lemmings coming, but I know I'm just a man |
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Do I join or do I founder? Which can is the best I may? |
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viii. Land's End (Sineline)/We Go Now |
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Oceans drifting sideways, I am pulled into the spell |
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I feel you around me, I know you well |
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Stars slice horizons where the lines stand much too stark |
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I feel I am drowning - hands stretch in the dark |
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Camps of panoply and majesty, what is Freedom of Choice? |
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Where do I stand in the pageantry, whose is my voice? |
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It doesn't feel so very bad now, I think the end is the start |
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begin to feel very glad now: |
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ALL THINGS ARE A PART |
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ALL THINGS ARE APART |
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ALL THINGS ARE A PART. |
