Lyrics
from :
Le Remuement
Triste et Lent de la Queve d'un Vieux Chien
BEING
PRESENT AT THE DISCOVERY OF FIRE
like a
performing dog
unnaturally frilled
taught
from an early age
what the
public expect
when to
bark
and when
to smile against his will
cruelty
at infancy
is set
to remain
a relearning
of the rules
too late
for effect
like a
changeling
back among
it's discarded
shell
our youth
spent on records
effing
and blinding
with all
the best of them
left us
unequipped
realising your bite
at an
age
inappropriate
for it's use
SORROW
SWERVES TO SKIP HER
the temperature
drops a few degrees
every-time you leave the room
I can't
help being jealous
of your
internal organs
and the
proximity they have
that I
can never gain
the air
rushes to reach your mouth
gravity
lingers long round your heels
I want
to collect the exfoliated skin
from your
bedclothes every morning
and keep
it for myself
how can
your eyes see so clear
when everything's
the same colour
distance
doesn't apply
whether
it's miles
or whether
it's inches
it all
amounts to the same
no measure
for emptiness
and thank
christ for technology
and the
huge demand
for mass
communication
or I'd
be really fucked
there's
no subsitute
in anything
manmade
with desperate
perfection
for the
faults in us
there
were tears
we had our share
there was a time
I thought dreaming had stopped
in 1984
could not remember anything
look forward to tommorrow
to remember today
I am making history
the one-eyed
cat down the road
smells the good luck on my hands
he hears the purring in my throat
we love
the silence
we love
the noise
of our own lives taking place
under
sorrow's heavy load
the weight of fear across our backs
asphyxiating on the air
servile minds were to blame
we both
took what we were given
our hearts
were waterlogged
a secret
knowledge passes between
it does not take the shape of words
there is language in our eyes
