I was thinking about thinking But it really didn't get me very far, So I thought I'd throw a Tarot, But I only got the Priestess and the Star. There's a shadow cast between the future and the past; The room and I agree to buy some time... The cards don't tell truth nor lies, Only options and cusp lines: The furniture in the black room.
I've been thinking about acid, But, it seems, there's not a reason to believe. I don't make a vital breakthrough And it walks me like a dog upon a lead. It's all unreal and, the way I feel, I'd like to try and make it on my own... Going to the feelies is fine: I really have me a good pleasure cruise. But, deep in my mind, I'm no better or worse, just open to the walls. Paint peels in the black of my room.
I'm only talking about myself, ordering the treasure shelf, Documenting these present feelings as the future sets me reeling... What I'll be is what I am, I'm simply trying not to sham or fake. Use vision as sense and not as crutch! It doesn't matter all that much; Whatever happens we'll all survive, I'm only trying not to pawn my life.
When I'm (maybe) old and strait-laced, Shall I then deny all that I feel? In words of bitter compromise, Re-smelt the wrath that's in my eyes like steel? Be a hermit then? Or be a miser? Be a man who hasn't managed yet to write his rules? The Fool? The future holds my hand in the room...
Well, then, my ghosts shall steer down through the years And lay a hand upon my soul Like ice.
[The Tower]
So: onto the familiar top steps! In cloud-scud moonlight glow The Tower reels. I, the blind man, Feeling for a path I know... Don't you know that I'm only feeling for how to feel?
Rats run. Snakes coil. Fathers Stare out at the whispering night; Rub mud on their arms.
Spiders. Mud boils. Children Whimper in the human vortex; Faces glow of worms.
THUNDER Silence. Omens...
I think it's coming, All signs are very near, all signs are that Pain shall come And change shall run Down through my heart And shake my knees And now it is coming, All around is the humming Of the World.
Too late, with my balance gone, Dead-eyed doll, I'm falling, falling Back to where I began...
[(In The) Black Room: Continued]
I'm feeling like a kid again, I'm feeling like I just walked in the door, And with my head on fire I wrote this song - I don't know who it's for. Hands held fast in camera, I'll swear I heard the Stammerer exclaim: "I am a traveller, unraveller, I only live through pain, and shame, and change!"
In my room, the secret tomb, I can see Future forms, space/time storms: They're all me, And I've only got to choose!
In my head I am dead if I fall In the trap, The subtle lap, Safety's pall... But I'm living while I choose...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
