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Sometimes it's very scary here; sometimes it's very sad; sometimes I think I'll disappear; betimes I think I have. There's a line snaking down my mirror : splintered glass distorts my face, and though the light is strong and strange it can't illuminate the musty corners of this place. There is a lofty, lonely, Lohengrenic castle in the clouds -- I draw my murky meanings there, but seven years'...
CHORUS Late that evening the Lady Madeline again succumbed to the power of her dark afflictions. Her brother and her friend sat by her and Montresor, although familiar with many of the gross and wonderful phenomena of morbid flesh marvelled at the depth and completeness of her coma. Life so exactly mirroring death that only the merest of involuntary pulses betrayed the presence of a Spirit hid...
The following morning MADELINE That must be Montresor... Good morning Oh, how lovely to see you - since Roderick told me you were coming I have been so excited. Now you are here, all will be well once more. I was not here last night to greet you, you must think me ill-mannered, but sadly I am not enjoying the good health I used to... MONTRESOR Yes. Madeline, I must confess it's hard finding wo...
THE CHORUS The chorus has often an unenviable role to play, often a distasteful task to perform; summoned as witness to uncounted crime, she's the silent accomplice of all, then she turns and comments on the action. She hears... observes, but must never betray her emotions She moves, unseen, the characters oblivion of her presence; a simple stage device. She cannot hide, cannot take sides. It ...
CHORUS Three endless days of bitter grief passed and Montresor abandoned any attempt to cheer his friend. Then came a sudden change in Usher's demeanour, whose significance he was soon to comprehend. Now Usher stands for hour on hour with head inclined and eyes half-closed, as if beneath the deep and sullen silence a sound exists for which he listens; a sound without end. Now Usher walks for h...
Immediately afterwards, Madeline Usher enters, in a trance MADELINE Carriages at seven I shall wear the flower he gave me It's so cold here deep beneath the lapping water... The water The water My love Head against his shoulder, 'cross the lawn I hear the music... Silent blackness, In the lake I'm sinking slowly... Oh, how lovely, nothing could be more becoming... Underwater, floating in the i...
THE VOICES House. Wet Vaults. Caissons. We breathe... OF THE Undercroft. Abutments. Stones. Wood. Breathe... HOUSE Buttresses. Bressumers. Spandrels. We Breathe... Columns and Pillars. Shafts. Arches. Capitals. Breathe.... We breathe. We are waiting. We rise. We are waiting. We are Usher. House of Usher. Pilasters. Quoins. Piers. Spandrels and columns that shaft through the years. House of Ush...
I stretch my hands, clutch vacant laughter in silence and sweet, sweet pain; without demand, but with a longing for what will never come again. I smell your perfume on the sheets in the morning-- it linger like the patterns on the window after rain, a past that lives, if only for th epresent... which is gone and will never come again. to your sad eyes, turned away, mine say 'Do you? Did you? H...
The visitors find the children gone from school: aged relations sling their guns across the desks... there'll be no break-time for them unless they talk about tomorrow as though it's already on its way. Amen, oh yes, they're waiting for the breakthroug h in time. The visitors hide no aces up their sleeves and the classroom pulses to many different drums. If only a breakthrough in time would co...
Look at the candle, as it's life is bought, as the wick just rolls of and dies; look at the wax-drops as they cease from their goal and the game they were playing loses its joy and the youth which they played in runs away.... How long will you be gone? Flames sucks at air now and its breath comes short as it wavers to half its size; vacuum closes in and it attacks the soul. Now the force omnip...
I found myself lying on the balcony, stripling terror, naked to the bone; the secret asteroid jungle nearly done for me - I saw it all just a moment ago. I know I'd better watch out for the Central Hotel... I'm not going back. Repetition, superstition, singularity, though every cell in the body has changed the walls move in well-accustomed hilarity - the circuit changes, but the joke stays the...
I don't know quite what's happening and my eyes don't see too clear; all I know is I need you here, if only to shield me from the mood of the world and hold me and say it doesn't matter.... but I'm like a child whose dreams are shattered, Crowding round me: images of broken thought, lines of my life now overgrown. All I can feel is I'm so alone, without even your bright eyes to reach into my m...
She like to keep God out of church, especially when she prays: All in it's place all safely stored for some rogation day.... The paradox is so apparent, the sense absurd, but all too real; The nonsense is arrant but she just want to feel comfortable. A pound in the collection-box, a name-plate by the aisle; She always wears a heat, for he'll appreciates the style. Pays no attention to the serm...
Well, Tommy woke that morning with a headfull of rocks and Sylvia was in shock. The story they'd been faking had frozen on their lips and fallen through the brush of fingertips and though they packed their bags, ready for the road, the curtains and the bedroom door stayed closed. For Sylvia and Tommy this is a curtain call they've been running away for years but pride in flight precedes a cert...
The Fall of the House of Usher - An Opera by 1991 Libretto by Chris Judge Smith from the tale by Edgar Allen Poe The Characters: THE CHOIR - Sarah-Jane Morris MONTRESOR - Andy Bell RODERICK USHER - Peter Hammill MADELINE USHER - Lene Lovich THE HERBALIST - Herbert Gronemeyer THE VOICES OF THE HOUSE - Peter Hammill Performed, arranged and recorded by Peter Hammill at Sofa Sound and Terra Incogn...
My, friends, I never really thought you'd go, but, then, we know that's the way it happens here. Now time is like cat's cradle in my hands: we gather up the strands much to slowly The refugees are gone... they take their separate paths, obliterate the past: figures in an ash shroud. Susie, I guess you're on your way to be a star, but I don't know where you are: the only time I seem to see you ...
She's here now, perfume coiled like a thuggie scarf - such a powerful drug to make you so naked and clean. And you want to tell her there's so much to disclose this idea you've got to sell her a new set of empress's clothes. Who was that woman in the masquerade, do those eyes still give you fever? Who was that woman in the mystery-play, do you still want to please her? Where is the woman who c...
With my face drained of colour and my brain of blood like Billy Budd I'm lashed to the grating; with senses growing duller and with quaking heart I make a start at temperature equating and my lungs suck useless air. Like paraplegic dancers in format ion team my understanding seems hiidebound in its movements, contemplating answers that could break my bonds-- to be half wrong would be, in me, i...
Time has come between us: in the passing months I've felt you slip away as your words and mine came like nursery rhymes till there was nothing left to say. Distance came between us long ago, as our memories faded away... over the miles I ceased to smile because nothing felt the same. That's how it seemed a week ago, far off in time and space. Time and distance are between us now, they form a b...
He casts himself as an adventurer, all foot on floor and hell for leather; She never told him what he meant to her- Perhaps that's for the better. She's never clearly seen dividing lines between real life and parts she's chosen, confuses character and rising sign, s** and emotions. She waits in the caravan at the side of the set for the scene with her leading man that he'll not forget... Thing...
There's a smokescreen on the horizon, fireships under sail tonight.... Here's the Armada of Souls, here's the flotilla from God knows where: from gopher-wood to the last of the ironclads in common concert they send up the flares. While we turn and turn around the rocket hits the roof... we never think that we'll get burned, we're fireproof, we think we're fireproof. Keep a stiff upper lip, the...
Flying Blind I alway forget how crazy things are so sometimes it catches me off my guard when they make sense. The line on the road trail the arrow in the sky, I search for the mote in my brother's eye beneath the pence... a time of blunt instruments. Still uncertain when I've woken or what constitutes a conscious mind, though the thought remains unspoken I know I'm flying blind. Breaking into...
Everything clumsy slow-motion, I look for the source. Buildings loom up like icebergs on collision course. I don't want to go in there, I just want to be alone, unpick the stitches of time in London in the no-go zone. I've been kicking around like a dog, lost myself in the blank mass of fog, it's some kind of service. All humanity's fall-out is there, slumped in doorways and mouthing cold air ...
Where are all the joys of yesterday? Where, now, is the happiness and laughter that we shared? Gone, like our childhood dreams, aspirations and beliefs -- Time is a thief, and he ravages our gardens, stripping saplings, felling trees, trampling on our flowers, sucking sap and drying seeds. In the midnight candle-light of experience all colour fades, green fingers grey.... Time, alone, shall mu...
Manheim; rainy Saturday with no money nor friend, only Tequila can end the boredom. Try to reach London for a pocket of hope; we're children, we grope in the dark. Hugh spends his last Mark on coffee and cheese... I feel just like a refugee... Rathaus-keepers and traffic police, middle-aged maids with rotting teeth industrial magazines and old Sunday Times; reading material/bleeding lines. Wha...
There's no time for dull regrets no-one underwrites your debts. No satisfaction guaranteed, but this much I believe we make the lives we lead. Best foot forward, face the day as the moment slips away like a whisper on the wind; the tide turns as it breaks... Given time we lead the lives we make. The curve that we trace in time a shape of our own design. Say it's over when it's done did you lea...
Halfway between the zoo and the temple of your Art... but what do you do with this motion of the heart? Who'll be looking for you when it all falls apart? Oh, but what do you do, and where do you start when people are the glue, when it all falls apar t?
Besieged in the battlements of Babylon, still looking for the hat-peg to hang your head upon - now you've found a place you think is Avalon: you can talk to anyone here. You can throw your arms around your nearest neighbour and the smiling ones'll tell you that you've saved her, that she's saved you... They offer the golden promises the instantly divine; you swallow the golden promises hook, s...
How was it that we first met? ...I forget, all I know is you looked happy. We walked around and talked a while; In your smile I found that I was happy. I want to tell you; it seems a thing to do; I want to show I truly care. Now at every time we meet we walk the streets, I'm with you and I feel happy. Just thought I'd tell you. It seems a thing to do, I want to prove I truly care. But how long...
This is no time to hesitate, the line slips into overload; the mixture too thick, the touch too close to the motherlode. Time - there's so little time to do anything that's not useless... you tried for a little while to hide your face from the future. Now you thought it was released, you find that it's captured, it sticks to your hand, you can't let it go. Wat you knew as pain has turned into ...
Foot down in the G Ti Cabriolet to the villa in the South of France for vacation; keep your head down, baby, keep your hair in golden curls and you will alays be his, and you will always be his best girl. Fast forward on the handycam video; top that tan up, glowing U/V on the sunbed... at the health farm you'll be guarding his investment well. Keep your head down, baby, keep your wits about yo...
Trapped like a rabbit by the future glare, onrushing headlights that blind you, a frightened runaway, at least you know I care, I will seek, I will search, I will find you. We are written in the star-crossed sky, the spirit music reminds you... you can run and hide, but surely by and by I will seek, I will search, I will find you. Far away, in another life you say you're going to find your fre...
Pack your bags, we're leaving earth, where hate is seething; nothing's worth believing.... There's no time, make up your mind Imperial Zeppelin.... Quick, the engines are turning, cabin lights are burning, now there's no returning.... We'll have love a mile above... Imperial Zeppelin, Imperial Zeppelin, Imperial Zeppelin We, the undersigned, being of sound mind, hereby do declare: 'We hencefor...
Dance the dance till show time ... the show goes on Dance the dance in slow time if that's what you want Dance the dance in the back of the car in the c***tail bar till show time let it ride Dance the dance I feel I've been here before this could b e anywhere at all in slow time. Danced the dance, or it soon will be; danced the dance, I'll be back here with me in no time. In no time danced the...
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 abour acid, but, it seem there's not a re...
Sweetheart, I want to hold back nothing, sweetheart, I want to give my all. Roll on the feminine side, the lion lies down with the lamb. Beneath the male surface, the chaos merchant, we're all half-human: understand only love's not blind, only love surrenders up the heart. The woman's heavy with the future, with intuition unalloyed; behind the smirk of the macho man is the quivering lip of the...
The youth are voting with their feet - Such a shame that the dance-beat gets so complicated. Pretty, pretty it seems... On second glance, the look is overrated. In the lost-house there's a magic potion, timeless motion.... Now and again now lasts forever; Jeuness d'oree gliding the lily of pleasure. The youth are voting with their clothes - Such a shame that the hip post is so calculated. Roun...
You don't remember all the things I've done; You never catch the careful words I choose; Your present will not admit my patient efforts - It's a labour of love I offer to you. Unselfishness - does that hold the space between us? A helplessness, a nothing-left-to-prove? A silent more eloquent than any passion? ...It's a labour of love I offer to you... ...It's a gift of love. Take this hand and...
I just can't see why you can't see what I mean, but I can't make things any plainer, the words get in the way - is that quite what I mean? If not now, then certainly sooner or later we've got a problem with communication - look, I scrabble with my hands I try to get some head-room from the elevation but you just don't understand Most of the things we say mean we most of the time treat our spee...
It was nothing, it came from nowhere at all, it was a casual remark, not a curtain-call. Late for breakfast - black coffee, brandy-laced... that look on your face. I'll remember last night; I'll look out for the signs; You were caught in the light Ref. time after time it's been my experience that when the row gets serious a certain silence will fall... But I just can't stop it, why don't you t...
In my youth, I played at trains: now all steam is gone. In my dreams, brief shelter from the rain, I try to catch the fireglow... with Dinky Toys, I thought that I was Stirling; with cricket bat, I say myself as Peter May; now, with all these images returning, I wonder who I am today? As a child, I refought the war, with plastic planes and imagination: I sank Tirpitz, blew up the Mohne dam, th...
Between coma and consciousness no hard and fast line, no chances to vote on the motioning eye... A mystical vision or a fall from grace, the chase in slow motion through alien space? I don't know what to make of the dream-time: It seems as though I'm me, but I'm now more than ever happening inside myself - I don't know whether I need anything else. Stored information or secretive clue, so much...
Beside the pool of clear water, fed by a secret spring, your lips are sealed, but in your body language angels sing. I swear on the Bible, swear on the sacred and profane I think I'm drowning in the vortex your eyes contain. Your secret face, show me your secret face. With stars and moon light for shelter, your breathing close in my ear, the wind is whispering a mystery for me to hear: your se...
That token drag on your cigarette, that well-known face in the fire, it could be someone you can't forget, someone you've learnt to admire. And it's strange how the feeling goes; all change - down the river Ophelia goes. You're treading water, the price is steep, you say you'll cope with it all; you've made some promises you can't keep, you throw yourself against the wall, you throw yourself a...
This one's authentic, son of a gun, a soundtrack from China in the universal tongue.... The world is our oyster to plunder at will though the palats is jaded by all but the thrill of fish out of water, life in the raw... Without understanding of what life's worth fighting for. Out of universal language some stuff never translates - the reports come in clusters but for words it's too late... Si...
Your father has just left your mother, gone off to live with his latest lover: she sits there, just staring. So you get back to your own flat because the atmosphere in there is so bad you can't bear it. And the people you were going to America with just left on the dawn plane without you, without you. The people in the downstairs flat are no longer there now because they left the gas tap on, t...
If you catch me running along by the sea, with bare feet in the sand, then you'll know I am dreaming my life out in a way you won't understand. I'm slipping right out of your mind, this I know, and I accept the fact lazily, for I must go into the next field, where grass is green and I'll find peace. Let me sleep Let me dream Let me be Reawakening isn't easy when you're tired. Don't push me: I ...
Once, all the stars in the sky were bright, now they're red and fading and all the colours we wore, the shades that we bore have moved. And the gold turns to red with no time for changes : Red Shift, all moving away from we. Once, constellations were holy, now darkness pervades all the older ones and in the brunt of implosion, all yesterday's golden now reddened suns .... and hope is a word wi...
We think we're fireproof, we never think that we'll get burned; we think we're fireproof, we never think, so well get burned; we think we're fireproof. Reprieve, reprise. If he got to do it all again would he do it over and over? In reprise, reprieve? But will she alway be his? PH - Vox, Arrangement; David Lord - Arrangement, Samples
Watch for the silent moments, only waiting to be saved. Wait for the Liemaker; he comes again and sinks his barbs through honesty; roll him over with all possible speed Don't let him touch you with the candle of his need or let him be, hysterically ravaging your grave. You are emotion picture, re-run at single frame. You are the instant playback, no chance to change; smile and smile, living di...
I lay down beside you : I am a unicorn, you a virginal maid, and I come in laughing play ---- but, maybe, to be saved. Peer through the backcloth : I am a character in the play, the words I slur are pre-ordained ---- we know them anyway. Don't change your mind, don't be a fickle friend; don't change your mind, don't pretend to something false. Open the toy-box : you are Pandora, I am the World...
You can see in the 1st light that's graced as dawn that there's nothing in my heart but pain as I stand, facing sea, knowing that you're gone all the elements rage to explain that I should really be on my way; but there is something which ensures I must stay. Beneath the roar of the seething surf, beneath the caterwaul of scattered call wind thoughts and gestures unspoken, unheard-- and now th...
Wrong drink to order. Suspicion grows, wrong situation... Oh, no-one knows where you've gone to in the pagan night and the neon reflections spread cadmium white. You came here looking for something but this wasn't it, quite. Hey, take a Polaroid, exit, and well you might. Sign the picture, get out of the frame; sign the picture, and throw it away. Sign the picture, sign the picture, throw the ...
We can talk about it in the car; we can talk about it with the drive. Keep your eyes on the road up ahead, don't forget what we said about staying alive. If we'd been stuck just a few hours more I'd have cracked up, I'd say. No you never can tell when it's coming; it's so hard getting out of the way; to be sitting targets is surely no better than running away... Sitting targets in the car I'll...
I saw your picture in the Evening Standard: you were wearing your battle dress. I really must confess that I shed a silent smile for you - it had really blown my mind, I wonder, are you still so kind? Are you still so pure? There are other rhymes around here somewhere, but I'm not sure how they fit... Jenny, penny for your thoughts, I wonder how you're thinking now; I hesitate to visualise: ou...
Silently I rest in the tall green grass and look steadily upwards. Birds sing ceaselessly around me, and the blue of the sky surrounds me strangely. Out here, life is at its essence, and watches the world with innocent eyes; far from grime, far from rushing people it seems that I have found a tiny peace. On the blue backdrop of the unknown water droplets trace their paths; on the sky, mortals ...
Stranger still in another town, how normal to sit out the dance, eating the good meal by myself, toasting the empty glass; and they're already setting out the next place, already forgetting about the last. No, nothing could be less strange in entropy no change, no change, no change. No danger in a normal life, better steady down the adrenalin pump. Excess refraction in the mirror only leads to...
Summer song in the autumn, for you didn't catch the colour of the falling leaves. So many words have been spoken which you didn't understand and so couldn't believe. And the song that you're humming is yesterday's tune - Someone who you love is leaving you. You walking in sunshine by the sea with gull crying overhead; but now the skies are cloudy, and the love you had is dead. And the water re...
Oh, suddenly things begin to come clear in my mind as I look into the land laid bare by your eyes; E-S/M attractions are working behind my thought, I can't help my feelings, the way that my emotions are over-wrought. Refrain: Good morn ing, sunshine You're all around my head, Good morning, sunshine I'm ready to be led. Good morning, sunshine You know how sad it makes me to see you unhappy so s...
When I was a child they made me read word-daggers of quiver and squirm now in the stumbling dark I see I am a worm silently fruiting your garden my sister my child night casts ominous meanings on the purity of my soul I feel devilish leanings I'm beginning to lose control and the vortex sucks me in steeped in sin I die but am reborn. I want to see the cosmos slip planets and moons collide feel...
Spring came far too early this year: May flowers blooming in February. Should I be sad for the months, or glad for the sky? The birds don't know which way to sing and, my friends, neither do I. Two days ago, a girl I truly thought I loved suddenly didn't seem to matter at all. Should I sing sad farewell to things I'm really glad I've left behind? The birds don't know which way to sing and, my ...
He prescribes the subject he proscribes outsiders his terms have a golden ring. He wants to find some order quantifying chaos in words that all the children sing. He tabulates the lexicon vocabulary minimised bow down to the Jargon King. All questions become so simple if we eat the inane answer if we all agree to ju-ju speak we fit into the formula we all without exception approve the rule. We...
Genuflection / erection in church. Sacristy cloth / moth-eaten shroud. Secret silence / sacred secrets accumulate dust, aggravate the eye. Incautious laughter after confession. Benediction ------- fictional fear Hidden faces ... Grace is a name, like Chastity, like Lucifer, like mine. You took me through the window-stain, drowned in image, inscence, choir-refrain and slow ecstasy ------ I'd em...
Such distance to the tips of the fingers, the ganglion loom jerks inside; the body grows steadily stranger but the spirit won't be denied. That sharp halogen flash jars the eyeball, the limbs pump in overdrive; the body grows seemingly weaker but the s pirit won't be denied. Yeah, the ash-mark stands out on the forehead as the vacuum sneaks up on the eyes; the body becomes a constant traitor b...
Silence. Omens... For pain shall come and change shall run down through my heart and shake my knees and NOW it is coming, all round is the humming of the World. Too late With my balance gone, dead eyed doll, I'm falling, falling back to where I began...
Time for a change: I felt bad, things looked strange. Home, home on the range... Yes, it's time for a change. "Well, young man, when you grow up what do you want to be?" "Please, sir, if that's alright I'd really rather like to learn how to be me." Switch on the light, getting late, almost night. A shilling puts you right, you can switch off the night. The world was looking stretched and tight...
Thinking back, it seems that I can lie beside you as I never truly did, in afterglow - no afterwords at all. Only writing love songs when it's gone and dead; only paying words out: strings of half-forgotten sentiments... I mean... I meant... I never really quite could say the way it was. The first time that we met I said 'I bet that she's the one', but I was talking to myself then, as always. ...
Along the track the wires are humming in bursts of code like far-off drums.... Fathering the message: further up the line someone's shouting down the passage of time. The corridor restrains the window, no view without the eye within.... bold upon the threshold but holding on the line we're shouting down the passage of time. Relatives speak on the phone, on the train, talking before they have t...
I have a vision of you, locked inside my head; it creeps upon my mind, and warms me in my bed... A vision shimering, shifting moving in false firelight; a vision of a vision, protecting me from fear at night, as the seasons roll on, and my love stays strong. I don't know where you end, and where it is that I begin. You simply open my mind, and the memories flood on in. I remember waking up, wi...
What's it worth to be safe? What's the way to be sane? I could throw myself at the garden on my hands, prune the lawn and mow the roses, but I never understand how to go to ber free; in the end I only want to be me. Winter days here are mine; still, no bites, what's my line? I could hurl myself to the bonfire with all nerve, clear the path and weed the dead leaves, but I really just don't have...
Willie, what can I say to you to hold true in your changing life? You've come into a cruel world : little girls can lose their way in the growing night ----- I hope you'll be alright. Willie, try to stay a child sometime, for as long as you feel you can learn. Babies all turn to people, and people can really be strange : they change and, changing, bring pain. Try to treat your parents well bec...

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