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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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,
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