Tender
(Hammill)
Letters in pencil, some of them as heavy as lead,
as dated as carbon, as black as coal, but burning as red.
Clues faintly stencilled: the message, though leeched, is unbled,
as secret as marble - as young, as old, as living, as dead.
And always that laugh
that comes as though it's from pain:
though I'm lashed to the mast
still it hammers round my brain.
Laughter in the backbone,
laughter impossibly wise,
that same laughter that comes
every time I flash on that look in your eyes
which whispers of a black zone
which'll mock all my credo
Letters in pencil, some of them as heavy as lead,
as dated as carbon, as black as coal, but burning as red.
Clues faintly stencilled: the message, though leeched, is unbled,
as secret as marble - as young, as old, as living, as dead.
And always that laugh
that comes as though it's from pain:
though I'm lashed to the mast
still it hammers round my brain.
Laughter in the backbone,
laughter impossibly wise,
that same laughter that comes
every time I flash on that look in your eyes
which whispers of a black zone
which'll mock all my credo
Turning Tide
Let me show you a face-in disguise
Uncover
A colour that's faded
Swept aside by the tide.
Scene after scene, later;
There's a grey dust that's in our eyes
A misty cover;
That hides on the turning tide.
Wooh..
The soul of a proud man drowns
Sad insinuation
Using words that are unwise
How they waver in your eyes
Wheels within wheels are turning
By now you know
Wooh..
The soul of a proud man drowns
For so long a proud man
As we face the fierce wind
And the turning tide.