It's My Radar To Intercept The World All that remains on the lens is the filth, the fade of the thrill The bleach and the bleed of the Kodak film All that remains is the trace and the smell I am the ghost. I am the breath of a ghost I am a sigh. I am the blink of an eye. I am a dream You see these headlights and tail-lights? I am the nothing in between I am the silence, the siren, the thought and the theme I am the second hand, the minute, the hour I am the pencil, the page, the eraser I am the space between the bars of the cage The flick of the switch, the thread and the days I am the laugh at the foot of the grave I am the grunt at the mouth of the cave I am the memory you cannot save. The sorry that you cannot bear to say I am the word never heard, or dared mutter I am the flame, and I am the flare, and I am the gutter I am the wave on the rock in the dark I am the flint, the strike yet to spark. I am the shadow I am the hare crouched in the meadow I am the 'almost caught in the beam'… I’ve been walking all night and I’ve never been seen And I’ve been walking all night, and I’ve never been seen Travel’s just gravel and grit and time And each village and county and city is mine, more or less… Lay my head on the sleepers tonight In the yards beneath the humming arc light I’ve been walking all night and I’ve never been seen And I’ve been walking all night, and I’ve never been seen Beneath the moon made of bone between finger and thumb And it shines on parade and It beats like a drum I will curl myself among the flowers and weeds And I will curfew in litter and debris and leaves I am numb. I am no one I count my blessings and dance the white lines Here on the edge of violence I dine With sirens and silence and the bending of time Wine, women, wax and aspirin are four of my five I am alive Victoria, I will ask you once again What does it matter where have I been? And you will answer “We are all free under this skin" So, just breathe I stick out my thumb and I leave It's my radar to intercept the world
The Soap Company London, UK
Chaos Is Order Yet Undeciphered
Genre: Pffff...No Ta.
Record label: Space Station Disco
General manager: Anyone In The Outfit...
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