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But, seeing the flower
that was there yesterday,
a tear forms just
behind the soft peace of your shades...
The world's too
lonely
for a message to
slip
but between the
dying rails of peace
you trip.
The petals that were
blooming are just paper in your hand;
your eyes, which
were clear in the night, are opaque as you stand...
It was too beautiful
for it to last...
These visions shimmer
and fade out of
the glass.
All the love I'm
living now could have ended yesterday
if the snow had
fallen too hard up there on the Motorway...
If it happens, don't
feel sorry, I won't feel alone:
it's just another
travelling zone
that you can't come
on.
Motorway signs flash
past like flies,
it's getting late
and we're going home.
We all travel in
parallel lines,
heading into the
twilight zone.
All I really want
now is you by my side;
yes, it's a sweet
ride
while we're still
together.
Yes, it's a sunny
day, and we're off on our sea trip;
The water may be
cold in the bay,
but we're safe on
our sailing ship,
and, if ice forms,
you can walk home to land
and still cling
to my hand
if you still want
to...
I saw a vision of
a love long deceased
and a chilly wind
coming from East.
I know I can say
I did my best,
but there were no
more warm winds from the West.
Still I thought
I'd make it;
Yes, I really thought
I'd make it,
but then you smiled,
you didn't rile me,
now I'm running
back
running, running
back.
I thought you'd never
be missed,
and I really believed
we'd never share another kiss.
And I thought for
the last time I'd touched your hand,
but your love draws
me back like quicksand.
Still I thought
I'd make it;
Yes, I really thought
I'd make it,
but then you smiled,
you didn't rile me,
now I'm running
back
running, running
back.
And now I'm coming yes home.
I'm coming home.
Once on a time we
were sincere;
now, we're acting
charades,
hiding behind cracked
images
from other people's
stages;
now, we're into
a game,
and it's all a bit
strange,
but familiar, too...
the rules never
change; I know it, but do you?
I've seen it all
before,
and this play no
longer moves me,
but the closing
of a door
is never easy.
You're walking along
the road one day,
up comes a man dressed
all in grey;
he blows a little
aerosol in your face
and you find your
mind's all over the place...
Just one breath,
and it's instant death,
it's the Aerosol
Grey Machine!
(hype:) "Buy an Aerosol
Grey Machine for your own home today!"
(dissent:) "Shan't.
Shan't. I'm not going to!"
(sniggersnigger.
chortle.)
I hold silver flashing
metal in the palm
of my petal hand,
watching it quiver:
to breathe too close
is death -
ah, but wat is breath
but a way to deliverance?
Soon we will all
be joined
in a great silver
tube,
wanting every one
to come along,
that means you too!
Now we move to the
sun in every direction;
we are cloaked in
veils of mystic protection...
mapping the way,
clapping to say
we're happy today,
and assured of
the fact that we're
all Aquarian!
Hardly any money...
who needs bread anyway?
Well, I mean to
say, it's just the read to freedom!
Everything's too
funny; we just ride along so high,
watch the bad scenes
floating by, who needs them?
Soon we will all
be joined
in a great silver
tube,
wanting every one
to come along,
that means you too!
Now we move to the
sun in every direction;
we are cloaked in
veils of mystic protection...
Lighting the path,
righting the past,
fighting the dark
like centurions,
writing our names
as Aquarians!
As Aquarians, but
as Aquarians!
Writing our names
as we move to the sun,
we're Aquarian!
I cast deep spells
and potent: I am a Seer
of the Real.
My forces work against
evil, for I love
all I feel.
I know the secrets
long forgotten,
you'd better believe
in me:
I am the Necromancer.
Look into my eyes!
I tell you, occults
power lies in love.
I fight against
darkness, the power
of the Black.
Every day the power
is greater, and soon the world will
come to rights.
Through the magic,
through the power, shaman shall die
on the seventh night.
And now remember
magic is here;
you'd better believe
in the White.
I am the Necromancer,
and I come to carry
your heart away to good.
Now my mind is tested
with love which
twists and wavers
from side to side and which
some day soon you
may see...
I want you to cascade
through ten thousand
rainbows with me
and dredge mountains
from the sea:
you who I now begin
to know.
But emotion is pent
up inside,
too scared of dying
again to live,
and meanwhile I
must endure your
red-copper hair
screaming like a
water-baby black
eyes stare
from my ceiling:
you who I now truly
know...
Now I cannot see
too clearly
and already my trellis
stands bare...
How can I break
free of these overclinging
arms which entwine
and enfold me?... And reach
to the clear blue
sea?
I want you to know,
but how can I
tell you? I want
you to see
but my own eyes
are blind...
The Octopus now enfolds
me,
I know you too well...
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