from:DANH@VMS.HUJI.AC.IL (Rami Zakh)SIREN SONG (Van Der Graaf Generator)Letters in pencilsome of them as heavy as lead as dated as carbon as black as coalbut burning as redClues faintly stenciledthe message,though bleached,is on redas secret as marbleas young as old as livingas deadAnd always that laughthat comes as though it's from pain,though i'm lashed to the maststill it hammers round my brainlaughter in the backbone,laughter impossibly wise,that samelaughter that comes every time i flash on that look in your eyeswhich whispers of a black zonewhich'll mock all my credos as lieswhere all logic is doneand time will smash every theory i deviseand the houronly by the magic of your touchand where nothing really matters,no,nothing matters very much. So the siren song runs through the ages,and it courses through my veins like champagne and with all the sweet kisses of addictionit's calling me to break my bones againFuture memory exploding like shrapnel,some splinters escape on my tonguesome of them scar comprehension,beneath the scab they burn but the wound becomes num.And always the song draws me forwardrejoicing in the surge and the prayer bored with all but the mad the strange the freak the impossible dare.Still your laugh chills my marrow 'till i embraceth on my kneesoh,when the mast becomes a flagpole,what becomes of me.?One can not fully grasp the work Peter Hammill has done throughoutthe years without having the possibility,apart from listening to it,to READ it this is a first compilation of PH lyrics in the archives,and i hope thateveryone capable of broadening it will do so "What's the good of songs,anyway,they're just exercises in solitude." Bye,Ram.
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