H to He, Who am the Only One
Killer
House with no Door
The Emperor in his war-room
Lost
Pioneers over c
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 and someone to call your own because for the whole of your life you've been living alone. On a black day in a black month at the black bottom of the sea your mother gave birth to you and died immediately.... 'Cos you can't have two killers living in the same pad and when your mother knew that her time had come she was really rather glad. Death in the sea, death in the sea, somebody please come and help me, come and help me Fishes can't fly, fishes can't fly, fishes can't and neither can I, neither can I.... Now I'm really rather like you for I've killed all the love I ever had by not doing all I ought to and by leaving my mind coming bad. And I too am a killer, for emotion runs as deep as flesh; and I too am so lonely, and I wish that I could forget we need love, we need love, we need love.
There's a house with no door and I'm living there; at nights it gets cold and the days are hard to bear inside. There's a house with no roof, so the rain creeps in, falling through my head as I try to think out time. I don't know you, you say you know me; that may be so, there's so much that I am unsure of. You call my name, but it sounds unreal, I forget how I feel: my body's rejecting the cure. There's a house with no bell but then nobody calls; I sometimes find it hard to tell if any are alive at all outside. There's a house with no sound; yes, it's quiet there - there's not much point in words if there's no-one to share in time. I've learned my lines, I know them so well, I am ready to tell whoever will finally come in of the line in my mind that's cold in the night.... It doesn't seem right when there's that little dark figure running. There's a house with no door and there's no living there: one day it became a wall...well I didn't really care at the time. There's a house with no light, all the windows are sealed, overtaxed and strained - now nothing is revealed but time I don't know you, you say you know me - that may be so, there's so much that I am unsure of. You call my name, but it sounds unreal; I forget how I feel, my body's rejecting the cure. Won't somebody help me?
(The Emperor) Standing in the space that holds the silent lace of night away from you You think that you can hold the searing, molten gold between your fingers but it slips through, tearing tendons as it goes, exposing the white of a knuckle: flesh-and-metal forming letters in the mould. Cradling your gun, after choosing the ones you think should die; lying on the hill, crawling over the windowsill into your living-room They stare out, glass-eyed aimless heads, bodies torn by vultures. You are the man whose hands are rank with the smell of death. Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak, Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace! Ah, but it is the only way you know. Looking out to sea, a flattened plane of weeds which bear no living You crush life in your fist as your heart is kissed by the lips of death Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you, in the night they steal your eye from its socket and the ball hangs fallen on your cheek. Complaining tongues are stilled; a thousand mouths are filled with rusting metal. Your face a shade of green,somehow you try to speak through all the garbage in your mouth but it won't come out and you cannot frame the words as your stepson throws your fame into the flames and you are burned. Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak, Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace! Ah, but it is the only way you know. (The Room) Live by sword and you shall die so, all your power shall come to nought, every life you take is part of your own: death, not power, is what you've bought. Cringing in your room as the outriders of doom step on the threshold; begging for your life as the impartial knife sinks in your screaming flesh without malice, merely taking murder's toll. You must pay the price of hate and that price is your soul. Live in peace or die forever in your war-room.
(The Dance in Sand and Sea) So here we are, or rather, here am I, quite alone; I'm seeing things that were shared before, long ago; my memory stretches and I am dazed. You know I know how good the time was and how I laughed. Times have changed, now you're far away, I can't complain - I had all my chances but they slipped right through my hands like so much sand; I know I'll never dance like I used to. I'll just wait till day breaks upon the land and the sea, hoping that I can catch all of the memories; then I must crawl off upon my way, all of me listening hard for the final words. But there are none, the sunrise calls, I've lingered on too close for comfort and I don't know quite why I feel like crying - I know we'll never dance like we used to. I look up, I'm almost blinded by the warmth of what's inside me and the taste that's in my soul, but I'm dead inside as I stand alone. (The Dance in Frost) I wore my moods like different sets of clothes but the right one was never around and as you left I heard my body ring and my mind began to howl. It was far to late to contemplate the meaning of it all; You know that I need you, but somehow I don't think you see my love at all. At some point I lost you, I don't know quite how that was. The wonderland lay in a coat of white, chilling frost; I looked around and I found I was truly lost... without your hand in mine I am dead. Reality is unreal and games I've tried just aren't the same: without your smile there's nowhere to hide and deep inside I know I've never cried as I'm about to ... If I could just frame the words that would make your fire burn all this water now around me could be the love that should surround me. Looking out through the tears that blind me my heart bleeds that you may find me or at least that I can forget and be numb, but I can't stop, the words still come: I love you.
Left the earth in 1983, fingers groping for the galaxies, reddened eyes stared up into the void, a thousand stars to be exploited. Somebody help me, I'm falling, somebody help me, I'm falling down into sky, into earth, into sky, into earth. It is so dark around, no life, no hope, no sound, no chance of seeing home again. The universe is on fire, exploding without flame. We are the lost ones; we are the pioneers; we are the lost ones We are the ones they are going to build a statue for ten centuries ago or were going to fifteen forward ..... One last brief whisper in our loved ones' ears to reassure them and to pierce the fear standing at controls then still unknown we told the world we were about to go Somebody help me I'm missing, somebody help me I'm missing now touch with my mind, I have no frame, touch with my mind, I have no frame. Well now where is the time and who the hell am I, here floating in an aimless way? No-one knows where we are, they can't feel us precisely .. There is no fear here. How can such a thing exist in a place where living and knowing and being have never been heard of? Doomed to vanish in the flickering light, disappearing to a darker night, doomed to vanish in a living death, living anti-matter, anti-breath Somebody help me I'm losing, somebody help me, I'm losing now people around, there's no-one to touch, no people around, no-one to touch. I am now quite alone, part of a vacant time-zone, here floating in the void, only dimly aware of existence, a dimly existing awareness, I am the lost one, I am the one you fear, I am the lost one, I am the one who crossed through space, or stayed where I was, or didn't exist in the first place .....