| Lyrics: | (Hammill)
I remember what it felt like at
seventeen:
I was a cat, a snake, a
lizard, a mouse.
Still got an interest in the limousine
and a spouse and a brat,
country
house, London flat.
I'm gonna head for the island when
the summer's out,
I'm gonna
do all the stuff that I can,
drink like a fish in a waterspout -
I'm a fan of the
flow
it began long ago
I'm a man who should know
it doesn't stop.
There's so
much to remember,
so much to forget:
we're all in the possession of the
future tense,
but don't know it yet.
The flesh comes through the spirit,
the spirit through the
flesh...
we look the Sphinx in the face
for answers and of course we're
really not
impressed.
We're caught between age and beauty,
experience and youth
so we feel the need
acutely
for any kind of Truth.
Oh but we get copped some days,
caught between
options we've failed
to play, such wasted chance.
So I join the wastrel's dance:
it has
slow as well as fast movement
and any change must be an
improvement on simply
fossilising,
standing still.
I got a steady vocation for
the Quiet Zone,
I just
can't wait for the song to be sung,
I'm still possessed by the promise
of the Pleasure
Dome
You're so young,
so oldd,
such a drag
to be told.
You're so
here, so gone,
so near, so wrong,
so queer, so strong
Such a drag to be
told.... |
