A Louse Is Not A Home (2006 Digital Remaster)

歌曲 A Louse Is Not A Home (2006 Digital Remaster)
歌手 Peter Hammill
专辑 The Silent Corner And The Empty Stage

歌词

[00:00.00] Sometimes it's very scary here,
[00:11.68] Sometimes it's very sad,
[00:23.22] Sometimes I think I'll disappear;
[00:33.96] Betimes I think I have.
[00:45.04] There's a line snaking down my mirror,
[00:55.02] splintered glass distorts my face
[01:05.11] and though the light is strong and strange
[01:15.33] it can't illuminate the musty corners of this place.
[01:27.69] There is a lofty, lonely, Lohengrenic castle in the clouds;
[01:37.80] I draw my murky meanings there
[01:48.08] but seven years' dark luck is just around the corner
[01:57.69] and in the shadows lurks the spectre of Despair.
[02:12.24] A cracked mirror 'mid the drapes of the landing:
[02:20.24] split image, labored understanding...
[02:28.55] I'm only trying to find a place to hide my home.
[03:15.39] I've lived in houses composed of glass
[03:17.41] where every movement is charted
[03:19.23] but now the monitor screens are dark
[03:21.17] and I can't tell if silent eyes are there.
[03:23.74] My words are spiders upon the page,
[03:25.73] they spin out faith, hope and reason -
[03:27.76] but are they meet and just, or only dust
[03:30.10] gathering about my chair?
[03:33.34] Sometimes I get the feeling
[03:35.10] that there's someone else there:
[03:37.69] the faceless watcher makes me uneasy;
[03:41.38] I can feel him through the floorboards,
[03:43.17] and His presence is creepy.
[03:45.36] He informs me that I shall be expelled.
[03:49.74] What is that but out of and into?
[03:53.03] I don't know the nature of the door that I'd go through,
[03:56.92] I don't know the nature of the nature
[03:58.74] that I am inside ....
[04:07.72] I've lived in houses of brick and lead
[04:09.99] where all emotion is sacred
[04:11.71] and if you want to devour the fruit
[04:13.90] you must first sniff at the fragrance
[04:16.23] and lay your body before the shrine
[04:18.25] with poems and posies and papers
[04:20.17] or, if you catch the ruse, you'll have to choose
[04:22.37] to stay, a monk, or leave, a vagrant.
[04:25.70] What is this place you call home?
[04:29.51] Is it a sermon or a confession?
[04:32.70] Is it the chalice that you use for protection?
[04:36.10] Is it really only somewhere you can stay?
[04:39.31] Is it a rule-book or a lecture?
[04:42.67] Is it a beating at the hands of your Protector?
[04:46.52] Does the idol have feet of clay?
[04:50.37] Home is what you make it,
[04:52.78] so my friends all say,
[04:58.49] but I rarely see their homes in these dark days.
[05:06.32] Some of them are snails
[05:08.75] and carry houses on their backs;
[05:16.41] others live in monuments
[05:19.67] which, one day, will be racks.
[05:25.68] I keep my home in place
[05:27.91] with sellotape and tin-tacks;
[05:33.50] but I still feel there's some other Force here....
[05:42.15] He who cracks the mirrors and moves the walls
[05:49.23] keeps staring through
[05:51.30] the eye-slits of the portraits in my hall.
[05:57.32] He ravages my library and taps the telephone.
[06:06.78] I've never actually seen Him,
[06:08.92] but I know He's in my home
[06:16.16] and if he goes away,
[06:21.16] I can't stay here either.
[06:28.98] I believe...er ...I think...
[06:39.34] well, I don't know ......
[07:42.31] I only live in one room at a time,
[07:47.20] but all of the walls are ears and all the windows, eyes.
[07:52.26] Everything else is foreign,
[07:54.48] 'Home' is my wordless chant :
[07:57.08] mmmmmaah!
[07:59.02] Give it a chance!
[08:38.62] I am surrounded by flesh and bone,
[08:40.51] I am a temple of living,
[08:42.65] I am a hermit, I am a drone,
[08:44.63] and I am boring out a place to be.
[08:47.67] With secret garlands about my head
[08:49.56] unearthly silence is broke,
[08:51.44] the room is growing dark, and in the stark light
[08:54.64] I see a face I know.
[08:57.19] Could this be the guy who never shows
[09:00.62] the cracked mirror what he's feeling,
[09:03.61] merely mumbles prayers to the ground where
[09:06.29] he's kneeling:
[09:07.62] "Home is home is home is home is home is home is me!"?
[09:11.51] All you people looking for your houses,
[09:14.32] don't throw your weight around,
[09:15.86] you might break your glasses
[09:18.22] and if you do, you know you just can't see,
[09:22.26] and then how are you to find
[09:25.23] the dawning of the day?
[09:30.57] Day is just a word I use
[09:34.62] to keep the dark at bay
[09:39.09] and people are imaginary, nothing else exists
[09:48.03] except the room I'm sitting in,
[09:50.02] and, of course, the all pervading mist
[09:55.06] sometimes I wonder if even that's real.
[10:10.27] Maybe I should de-louse this place,
[10:21.22] Maybe I should de-place this louse,
[10:31.80] Maybe I'll maybe my life away
[10:42.98] In the confines of this silent house.
[10:53.91] Sometimes it's very scary here,
[11:04.37] Sometimes it's very sad,
[11:14.39] Sometimes I think I'll disappear,
[11:25.37] Sometimes I think ..... I....