The Lifesucker

Friday, April 24, 2009

..A talon stretches east, and a claw's extending west. Spider's crawling 'round his eyes. Eagle tattooed on his chest, he looks a mess. Skin and bone. Too many nights alone. He's staring at the phone, it never rings. And he lights candles, red and orange. Calls her name, she 's there. He's there, he's flying. Swear I heard her wicked laugh. He snapped a photograph. Her fingers clutched around his heart. And squeezing , Teasing triumph in her eyes. What a way to die. Another sucker for the life sucker..

(Sing while you may)

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Time slips by in lines, and parades are slowing down, the flowing gown. Now thread bare. Locked up in the cupboard with the yellow photographs, she hasn't seen for years. Mirrors lie. The ring has blackened round her little finger. She'd like to cut it off and float back to the summer when she still believed in love, still believed in love. Still believed in love.

The Legendary Pink Dots, from the album "Stained Glass, Soma Fountains" (1997)

Premonition

(She said, "no complications...I've been hurt too many times before
and each time, well it gets a little harder - I'll hurt you if you stay
for more. (she said....) She said : "it was different last night; You
were a tiger on the prowl. You had claws - but they snapped. You don't
attract me now. She said, "Don't bother phoning ; I'd slam the receiver
right down. Well, I just want to be alone you know these days.....)
Somewhere someone's laughing.

the legendary pink dots, from the album "the Lovers"

Zero zero

Saturday, February 28, 2009

We checked out all the prophecies. We studied fat philosophies.
We made a graph... We chanted ooooommmmm
"ommni Padhni Disney Iceman Acme leary Marx Illuminatus Christus Clarke..."
We'd watch for saucers in the dark. We'd hunt lost arks;
tried splitting quarks - when all we wanted was a Mark.
Just a something proving something's out there.
Are you listening? No chance.

There never is a way without a why. Do we return after we die?
Is life a circle? Are we hurtled headfirst into space?
Will we wind up as the bunch of grapes that makes the wine...
that Christ exchanged for water. Are we blood? Are we lime? Do you live?
We need a sign - is anybody there? Are you listening? No chance.

And still the statues cry, the queen bee flies...
we try our damndest to explain the reasons why and how and when and where...
we're getting nowhere. No doors deep inside this corridor
of space and time... if space and time exist.
Oh we'll persist, if we exist. Are you listening? No chance..

The Legendary Pink Dots, from the album "Shadow Weaver" (1992)