Astride in the Avenue
Ian M
Posts: 123
Wisdom, you bitch, you’ve gotten me in a chokehold
Your value is in letting you go cos trapped within, you’re worthless
But you never taught me anything except how to hold on!
I’m gonna have to learn to pass you on to the next gullible fool
Before the black-out, the buckle beneath the weight,
The pressure of things unknown, unsaid.
It is the time for the watchers and the waiters
To come from their shadows, from their dugouts, from their silent, hungerstrike prisons
It is the time for ancient thoughts and feelings to disembark,
To leave the darkness, the mad, empty frivolity of their 5am harbours
A new sun is palely washing in the sounds of the ocean,
In the deepest faraway colours of the morning
Poverty, poverty, poverty, poverty
How will you bear the five names I give unto thee?
How many colours, your garments of favour high or low?
I am to be the only one with the courage
To strip you bare
To pose to you the very same brutal questions
You demand of us, one and all, each and every day;
I am to be the first to lay you where your victims lie,
To speak our secret knowledge soft enough for one,
Then two, then three, then four.
Well, am I?
Poverty, poverty, poverty, poverty:
The common state of all here present
It’s a word that can be caught in pairs
Contracting in the back of the throat with a demand
Can you feel it now?
A name that you were meant to share.
/ 3rd … They made health of the disease;
a disease of health
Either way there is no cure,
just your darling placebo living his
life vicarious.
The Virile with youth behind them,
their ruinous pathway paved knee-
deep in the detritus of the
last generation.
They won’t last even as long as they used to.
He unlike all the rest, an open ear,
a vanishing sound adrift like smoke
amongst the crashing bores.
Couldn’t have it any other way.
A curse withheld is not the same as a blessing
I will sing whilst there is still beauty to sing about
Where there is none, there is none
And there lies a land abandoned
Your value is in letting you go cos trapped within, you’re worthless
But you never taught me anything except how to hold on!
I’m gonna have to learn to pass you on to the next gullible fool
Before the black-out, the buckle beneath the weight,
The pressure of things unknown, unsaid.
It is the time for the watchers and the waiters
To come from their shadows, from their dugouts, from their silent, hungerstrike prisons
It is the time for ancient thoughts and feelings to disembark,
To leave the darkness, the mad, empty frivolity of their 5am harbours
A new sun is palely washing in the sounds of the ocean,
In the deepest faraway colours of the morning
Poverty, poverty, poverty, poverty
How will you bear the five names I give unto thee?
How many colours, your garments of favour high or low?
I am to be the only one with the courage
To strip you bare
To pose to you the very same brutal questions
You demand of us, one and all, each and every day;
I am to be the first to lay you where your victims lie,
To speak our secret knowledge soft enough for one,
Then two, then three, then four.
Well, am I?
Poverty, poverty, poverty, poverty:
The common state of all here present
It’s a word that can be caught in pairs
Contracting in the back of the throat with a demand
Can you feel it now?
A name that you were meant to share.
/ 3rd … They made health of the disease;
a disease of health
Either way there is no cure,
just your darling placebo living his
life vicarious.
The Virile with youth behind them,
their ruinous pathway paved knee-
deep in the detritus of the
last generation.
They won’t last even as long as they used to.
He unlike all the rest, an open ear,
a vanishing sound adrift like smoke
amongst the crashing bores.
Couldn’t have it any other way.
A curse withheld is not the same as a blessing
I will sing whilst there is still beauty to sing about
Where there is none, there is none
And there lies a land abandoned
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thank you
Sorry, who and who?
Where/how best to check them out?
It's always good to get acquainted with your influences...
I was in Finsbury the other day. Public transport (buses now £1.50?!!??) herded me out pretty swiftly, but not before I was left with a lasting impression.