Before my eyes Before my eyes Before my eyes There were ears

Where is my cloak-ed through this luxury? My addled assistants do nothing for me I live in a starlit stupour On top of a tree (it's true yeah) Whatever pure thoughts you had once Now belong to me Where is the golden hour I used to bathe in? A shower of gold now smells of urine We live in a lamplit langour On top of the town Whatever pure thoughts you had once Now belong to me Awkward....an absence of say-so Backwards....Robinson Crusoe Sure to leave these shores to me And render pure thought Where is my made up bride on this Sunday morn? My idle wits insist in a taxi halfway formed Arose an impure thought in this cluttered dawn A woman cut in two with the steel of a stainless saw We exist in a striplit future In a room like a morgue Whatever pure thoughts you had once Now belong to me Whatever pure thoughts you had once Now belong to me

Phil Spector Had his hair done At the salon He's got a gun Phil Spector Asked Earl Palmer For a drum sound He's got a gun Phil Spector Hears a choir In a chapel In his head He's got a gun Phil Spector Goes out for chicken They sell it in boxes In Los Angeles He's got a gun Phil Spector Made a dummy Put it on the front seat Next to Ronnie He's got a gun Spend the rest of your life On his wing Within these terrible walls In stereo din Must be murder For Phil Spector

My last great commercial thought before black fireworks for daytime Was password-protected yoghurt It would look great on the shelves and I'm sure it'll sell itself online Via optimised search engines And the possibilities for password-protected dairy products Are probably endless with investment I imagine I know you will ask what if the password gets lost Before the yoghurt has been consumed And this is a valid question Inside password-protected fridge magnets Sourced wholesale from south-east Asia Place your password Remember passwords keep us safe Like bar codes....like prisons....like pensions Can you even imagine the fun of trying to get in To your favourite password-protected yoghurt every morning? Pots will be made of cross-hatched titanium So you cannot stamp on them in frustration Nobody can steal your yoghurt if the password is strong And they don't just want to harm or remove it out of spite or terrorism Yoghurt underscore capital a at mark hashtag per cent per cent Password strength: maximum

She dowsed well his pointless helmet In parfum de pepper spray He woke up under fallen leaves Loosened his grip on her neck and She woke up then...she woke up Unfolded new forms of welfare She woke up in a crowded room She gave up on ten lines of sonnet And called the mother bird "her wings" She woke up then...she woke up Made our bed to the sound of barn owls Fell asleep on a granite floor Dreamed our dreams in a docile kingdom We woke up in a civil war...together Laid a false trail with two phone calls Before taking flight on the gorse and tors Sounds like an adventure from this distance But not to daughters that have missed her She woke up then...she woke up then

When they went to Laos, they bored us with tales of Cambodia When in France, they go on about the real Albania When in Rome, they'll tell you how much they've changed And when they get home, they'll bore us all over again These cheap flights are getting you nowhere (Live where you live where you live where you live) Let me post a picture of this memory Let me post a picture of my balcony My friends will see it's the real me Proof I can think like an idiot somewhere else Yeah, I can think like an idiot somewhere else These cheap flights are getting me nowhere (Live where you live where you live where you live) The 101 feelings you must have before you die The 1001 thoughts you must have before you die Santa Sprees has one new like These cheap flights are getting me nowhere (Live where you live where you live where you live)

Is this a habit? Is this the black sun? Are my shoulders pinned down? Are these the death throws? The cracks in the code? A fall, a fall, a submission Is this a habit? Is this a route? A riff? A line? A split? Or is this a rut? Should I be playing...playing...playing...freer stuff? A liberation of stuff With no deliberation Is this a spell you put me under? An overdose of Johnny Thunders with white lightning Voltage controlled A black, cotton cape around your shoulders And the skin of a tambourine You know what I mean The beats, the fags, the smoke, the rags Calling it down Calling it a problem Let's call it a problem One thousand trees Pining Eyesore Them left...and right In a field...was once a wood On straight dead...straight dead,,, straight dead road Is this a habit? Is this a habit? Well, is it? You're the habit that's keeping me From one place at once A jail in but name Ordered and.... You're the habit that's keeping me In threads and pins, clean clothes and feed Things that I...... You're the habit that's keeping me From days of undress, nights of excess Weeks withut..... You're the habit that's keeping me From my impractical home, days all alone And nights on... Nights on Nights on You're the habit that's keeping me

O anagram sevol ehs less than you think And that must be hard on you Can't see the sand for the street And the concrete is hard on you Mystery is the basis for all this The fact we don't talk only deepens it Oh I know your experiments in time are an attempt to escape it R trees lent marching spring It's a thing A giant teble thing A four-legged thing And it's moving in and moulting And its fur is falling out And there is no stopping it from chewing....the family bones It's his home All the nutrition you need is here All the reason you need Is here (in the logic of a dream) In the protean scene R trees lent logic of a dream It's too clean It needs to be an anagram It needs to be (a missing piece) R trees lent logic R trees lent time R trees lent logic sevol ehs R trees lent logic sevol ehs R trees lent logic sevol ehs less than you think R trees lent logic sevol ehs R trees lent logic sevol ehs Let me recite to you Let me recite to you Good night to you Venus is a planet of cloud...moving Sanurt is a planet praised to the nines Time emits in phase Reversed, revolve I'm uninvolved I'm un in.... Through the clouds The sun past behind a cloud The sun past behind a cloud La la la la la La la la la la Mistakes Mistakes Mistakes Mistakes Mistakes I know I've made a few But I'm only human You've made mistakes, too I'm trying I'm trying R trees lent logic sevol ehs R trees lent time Less than you think R trees lent marching spring It's a thing It's a thing It's a thing

The oil well method is an ism on its own The boards on the floor are curling up in the corner One by one by one by ones and noughts I have been outfought By laminate types with more on the border north And bite the ocean lip The bar fire coil is orange and soft for craving us I overheard, I overhead The oil well method is an ism on its own Yeah, the oil well method is an ism on its own

Curtains drawn at 4 o’clock for A prised tin prelude to songs of praise Undressed excess preceded mayonnaise I thought it would be Sunday for a thousand years But it’s coming to an end Would you really want that feeling again? It’s enough to keep it in mind Think of Sunday sometime Tables cleared… it isn’t even 5 These sugar-dusted spirals…have they even seen Vienna? These salad cream days beget our future form It will be Sunday from now on But it’s coming to an end Would you recognise that feeling again? It’s enough to keep it in mind Remember Sunday sometime Think of Sunday sometime

Found the crux Within the fulcrum Was all this matter An aberration? There's a lot of...there's a lot of thinking still to do And the gap To quote his tongue Is a phoneme Five miles long There's a lot of... There's a lot of thinking still to do We cannot Behold the mountain When it's coloured brown By low horizons There's a lot of... There's a lot of thinking still to do Does it add up to Eleven dimensions? A false number nine And a fear of pretension There's a lot of... There's a lot of thinking still to do Swapped the full sphere For the quick clip And I made up with The half wits There's a lot of... There's a lot of thinking still to do There's a lot of... There's a lot of thinking still to do

There’s no love that lasts this long The half life I filled you with has decayed and gone So think fast on the life raft Can high seas drag us up to a bed above? But what if the tide took control? What if this current took a hold Of all the flotsam and jetsam, baby? What if had a feeling that broke my will? What if I had a feeling that made me well? What if I had a feeling I could not defend? What if I had a feeling..…and knew what it meant? There’s no love like a new love The low life I’ll leave you with is coming up So, think hard on the working part Can this wage really raise you up to a station above? And what if this sensation took control? What if this craving took a hold Of you and me and our mortal souls? What if had a feeling I could not resist? What if I had a feeling there was more than this? What if I had a feeling that outranked my thoughts? What if I had a feeling there is nothing more? What if had a feeling that wasn’t my own? What if I had a feeling we are acting alone? What if I had a feeling? What if…what if…what if What if I had a feeling that felt like this?

When Jesus of Nazareth returned from the new city centre in 1946 He was unable to do very much with himself He was unable for example to make music with the freedom That had come easily to him in previous lifetimes And everyone in the old city he once called home had become idiots When Jesus of Nazareth returned from the new city centre in 1972 He was unable to do very much with himself He was unable for example to sing with the freedom That had come easily to him in previous lifetimes And everyone in the old city he once called home had become idiots When Jesus of Nazareth returned from the new city centre in 1986 He was unable to do very much with himself He was unable to for example make music with the freedom That had come easily to him in previous lifetimes And everyone in the old city he once called home had become idiots

That masque, does it speak on your behalf? I just had to ask That masque That mask, does it speak in hush-ed tones? For reasons overthrown I made you that mask That masque, do you peel it off at night? And give the apes a try In that masque A face full of pillow Rock overtones Tired of the petal We shed them all It's not that I'm shallow It's just to cover my face To turn up eye shadow By one quarter tone Don't make her tremble She'll lose them all It's not that I'm shallow It's just to cover her face With that masque With that masque With that masque

Fernix We had to change his houseplant name Fernix needed sunlight He could not walk Fernix, the house plants heard And made demands of their own Fernix marked his return from underground With a procession of mice-drawn house plants Fernix, the peat-like felt Bronze and black The carbon dates you And brought you back (Do this, do that, do this, do that)

There is magic in the cloak I know it's not a joke There is magic in the cloak There is magic in the wand I know it's not pretend There is magic in the wand There is magic in his gloves In everything he does There is magic in his gloves There's magic in the air And nobody cares If there's magic in the air

There is no trace of her now On this surface of ours A planet of moss With occasional stars that change over time Then, settle for nights Where they can't be confused for little pricks of Light up the stairwell Ascend in your own time But know you can't try again Terrestrial extras are going to cost you The earth, the moon and your mind

On the occasion of his last intersection with reality He said with volume and more than once Icar was a dick "Who uses wax as glue in this day and age of heroic solvent?" He was old enough to know better The worst of life's thinning gruel Long without sense, unspooled like magnet tape Got his back story straight For the time shoulder-high we'll bring him home One truth admitted here Is not the theft or borrowings I never needed them But the new fact: I can barely see The verse dying young Furring in its print under my mildewed cornea And hence, patient listener, a November vision A novel phase Of red robes and quiet

Seems like lately we strive backwards through a hedge In which any forward motions scratch us to death The lead shot tore through the outer layers I've forgiven the deer, I've forgotten the hares Mr Farmer, Bunny wants her hind legs back She is prising herself from your trap Feels like your forepaws are wet with dead insects Ask of the dirt-dry fly eyes Are we milking you yet? Depart these fields and leave us rabbits to roam The thought of the question When do the cows go home? Mr Farmer, Bunny wants her hind legs back She is prising herself from your trap I can make it up or I can make it up I can think my way out of this paper bag Though I know these strings are unattached One tug, one pull, one word will draw me back Seems like lately we inch backwards from the ledge On which any advancing notions will leave us all dead This last thought tore through the inner veil We have moved on fro the sheep We've overtaken the snail Mr Farmer, Bunny wants her hind legs back She is prising herself from your trap Mr Farmer, Bunny wants her hind legs back She is no longer caught in your trap

Take a hint, Tina Is Anne Diamond dead? Could you be any meaner? Over our breakfast eggs She knows what I mean though Have you seen her? I think she's alive and well And working hard in a salt mine You think she is playing a prince Semi-retired in a gold mine Is Anne Diamond dead?

I know it will seem like a comfort at first You know...here's the guitar...nearly in tune All the right things are on the floor in straight lines In strict time...give or take And the stupid chords and familiar thoughts You know where this is heading....precisely I wish it were different but it's hard to let go When I know where things are I can find stuff real quick And get back to the important bit Which is namely it helps me...it helps me think straight I am not distracted and I don't have to think too hard No..no...no...I am not boxed in by 24 hours of box set television My mind set is an episode halved to fit It don't intrude too much It's hard to let go Even when you know it's murder It's hard to go back It's harder when you don't start sooner Gather round the home fires Except they are not home fires...they are not home fires They are improvised devices all along the runway To long for the lifting of restrictions It's true the straitjacket don't fit you So take it off and put on a robe Put down a blanket Put on some sun cream And some Sun Ra records And tell me how difficult it is now It's hard to let go The things that you know Or the things that you need Or the things that you see It's hard to let go It's hard to know how It's hard to let go after a while Yeah, it's hard to let go

Have you heard the news? Well, well, my dear Tongues wag in this town Tongues wag in this town Tom told Mary Mary told Joe Joe told Sarah and Sindy And Sarah & Sindy told Lisa and me Have you heard the latest? My, my, my Tongues wag in this town Tongues wag in this town When you hear the dirty lies that ruin people's lives You'll know that it's a crime and an evil thing Tongues wag in this town Tongues wag in this town

The rats are sleeping in the barn The straw is so rough They won't sleep for long If you were to enter now, you could put the poison down The children are dozing in the loft The fibre glass makes them cough If you were to enter now, you could put the poison down

God had the greatest ideas Til Copernica ran off with a spoon Made it as far as the fence With her ankles set in cement Pomona Became heady And leggy In the mud Reason had it her way for years Sergei made roubles selling fur Got on like a barn on fire Until us bears put them all on trial Churn milk Peggy Became heady And leggy In the mud Persephone Became heady And leggy In the mud

What has moved you to become this distant soul I only know remotely? What brought me to the point of slow returns To every message you send me? What changes have made you hard to read And made you new to me? What moved you to the end of this inland rope? When I used to hope forlornly You'd be waiting patiently in a basement room Pining away for me At least I know dramas like this will not unfold At least I know now we're too old What possessed you to become this grown-up version Of a girl I loved? What moved you from out of the past to haunt me now Like a woman I lost? Will you be pacing restlessly in a waiting room Walking away from me At least I know dramas like this will not unfold At least I know now we're too old Now I know to have thought that way was wrong At least I know now that you've gone

What are you going to do now? Now that you've already had enough How are you going to fill your time Without all those stupid demands of the past? Those things made you this old to begin with And made you drive through your prime As if in a tunnel oblivious to anything on either side Beyond the concrete I am becalmed by my retiring mind I longed for the robe phase then I have the gift of time on earth Crises plural but none unkind Save the dead folks you leave behind Can still recount all their names Did I spend enough on them What are you going to do next If you've already had too much? How are you going to fill in the time? The lightless holes in your life Those thoughts made you mad to begin with Now they tunnel through your waking day Keep any distractions out of the way Keep the coast clear for the shopping channel I should be alarmed by the retreating time Have I longed for the shroud all along? I had the gift of time on earth Spent it single, broken, blind Oh, the dead folks I left behind Now a fog obscures their names Did I spend enough time with them? Working for goods inane Robe phase once abandoned remains I see a robe phase by the pool side And the crossword I colour in with a black pen They're going to take it off me again I see our robe phase once abandoned remains What remains?

It's naive to think We are entering A robe phase Those long stems And his hem dragged on the ground He spent all his time in his tent It is purple and gold The bowls of fruit made him choke And the holy ghost said cross yourself When you eat with me Santa Sprees Chant with me Charlemagne He had the gown His head was high reared Robe phase Robe phase Robe phase

We know We know when We know when our time is up We know now, we knew then This time around won't come again We know script, we know sound Know what it takes to sound profound We know freedoms, we know traps We know taut, we know slack We know arid, we know wet Know how moist your eyes can get We know stuff, we know things We know rubbish, we know sin We know empty, we know full We know women, we crave girls We know her, we know him We need fights we cannot not win We knew monsters, we knew mum We knew lots, we know some We know hollow, we know plain We know boredom keeps us sane We know nothing is hard to learn To know so little takes some nerve We know Orson, we know John We know Michael, we know Jean We knew the way in, we know the way out Start to end, avoid the crowd We know fossils, we know pine We had oils, we had time We know now, we knew then This time around won't occur again We know minds, we know God We know when our time is up We know minds, we know gods We know when our time is up