Stub towers in the distance Riders cross the blasted moor against the horizon Fickle promises of treaty Fatal harbingers of war, futile orisons Swirl
i. 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
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
(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
The killer lives inside me: 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
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
(Hammill) These days I mainly just talk to plants and dogs, all human contact seems painful, risky, odd, so I stay acting god in my own universe where
If I'm the mirror and you're the image Then what's the secret between the two? These 'Me's and 'You's, how many can there be? Oh, I don't mind all that
(Hammill) I've been hanging around, waiting for my chance to tell you what I think about the music that's gone down to which you madly danced - frankly
(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 or
I want to paint you poems full of fire, you who I do not know. Now my mind is tested with love which twists and wavers from side to side and which some
Yes, I live in the black woods Where you dare not even speak my name If there is evil in your heart and you come near me You will lose your sane My form
You stare out in yellow eyes Larger than my mind In viscous pools of joy Relaxing, we glide It's all too beautiful For my mind to bear And as we shimmer
Can't stop for a second: we might see how silly we all are. Can't get out, even for a moment: might be hit by a passing car. Dreams shatter and fall into
Searching for diamonds in a sulphur mine, leaning on props which are rotten, hoping for anything, looking for a sign that I am not forgotten. Lost in
N. was somewhere years ago and cold: ice locked the people's hearts and made them old. S. was birth to pleasant lands, but dry: I walked the waters' depths
I feel a calling for the sea, I want to walk on the sand dunes... I hope you'll forgive me if I say I can't take you: at some times I've got to get away
the index for a market leader, a tip and a prayer, You better see daylight: night comes on the City so soon. You say you are a christian capitalist, but