And at night our ears tell a different story, something out of the Dark Ages in the tinkling fairy-music…
None of them like her anyhow,
but they’d love to watch her fall,
and they ought to realize by now
that she always knows it all.
… some guy brought her flowers
instead of wine and when the
girl got all snotty about it, …
a pressurized universe that will magically fling me from my home turf
… out into
outer space, where the view is always
magnificent – nothing but the best
death for you, baby -
I solder on.
Ignorance and arrogance are walking hand-in-hand, taking care on the stepping-stones.
All around us, people were
watching it in living-rooms
full of television moon-glow
If everyone had really cared, we could all be easy-going, but now I’m getting old and scared…
I know you can see a piece of it. It’s not moving now but you can hear it breathing.
My armour wasn’t any good -
he’d always find my weakness.
We say to ourselves,
“How could I ever have
been so naive?”
… a sparkling landscape overcome with an embroidery of black flowers and dwindling death, which only annoys the evergreens…