from:DANH@VMS.HUJI.AC.IL (Rami Zakh)



SIREN SONG (Van Der Graaf Generator)

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Letters in pencil

some of them as heavy as lead

as dated as carbon

as black as coal

but burning as red



Clues faintly stenciled

the message,though bleached,is on red

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 credos as lies

where all logic is done

and time will smash every theory i devise

and the hour-glass is shattered

only by the magic of your touch

and 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 addiction

it's calling me to break my bones again



Future memory exploding like shrapnel,

some splinters escape on my tongue

some of them scar comprehension,

beneath the scab they burn -

but the wound becomes num...



And always the song draws me forward

rejoicing 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 knees

oh,when the mast becomes a flagpole,what becomes of me...?



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One can not fully grasp the work Peter Hammill has done throughout

the 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 that

everyone capable of broadening it will do so -



"What's the good of songs,anyway,they're just exercises in solitude..."



Bye,Ram.