Hope
IALWAYS sing into the nightTo strangle innermost affrightWhen faces, twisted masks of lust,Leer through the murk like yellow dust.And varnished voices frailly flitDown shuddering alleys sparsely lit.Old harlots lurch with ghostly feetThat agonisingly entreat.I think I’m hearing ever afterThe echoes of polluted laughter,And I can never be aloneBut I must hear a hollow groan.My mind, as in a nightmare, seesYoung bodies rotting with disease,Strange scabs of mauve and wizened heads,Sad hospitals with rows of beds....Is there no harbour, no escape,Away from whoring, blood and rape?Two lovers on a bench: and ICan hear a new-born baby’s cry.
IALWAYS sing into the nightTo strangle innermost affrightWhen faces, twisted masks of lust,Leer through the murk like yellow dust.And varnished voices frailly flitDown shuddering alleys sparsely lit.Old harlots lurch with ghostly feetThat agonisingly entreat.I think I’m hearing ever afterThe echoes of polluted laughter,And I can never be aloneBut I must hear a hollow groan.My mind, as in a nightmare, seesYoung bodies rotting with disease,Strange scabs of mauve and wizened heads,Sad hospitals with rows of beds....Is there no harbour, no escape,Away from whoring, blood and rape?Two lovers on a bench: and ICan hear a new-born baby’s cry.
IALWAYS sing into the nightTo strangle innermost affright
IALWAYS sing into the night
To strangle innermost affright
When faces, twisted masks of lust,Leer through the murk like yellow dust.
When faces, twisted masks of lust,
Leer through the murk like yellow dust.
And varnished voices frailly flitDown shuddering alleys sparsely lit.
And varnished voices frailly flit
Down shuddering alleys sparsely lit.
Old harlots lurch with ghostly feetThat agonisingly entreat.
Old harlots lurch with ghostly feet
That agonisingly entreat.
I think I’m hearing ever afterThe echoes of polluted laughter,
I think I’m hearing ever after
The echoes of polluted laughter,
And I can never be aloneBut I must hear a hollow groan.
And I can never be alone
But I must hear a hollow groan.
My mind, as in a nightmare, seesYoung bodies rotting with disease,
My mind, as in a nightmare, sees
Young bodies rotting with disease,
Strange scabs of mauve and wizened heads,Sad hospitals with rows of beds....
Strange scabs of mauve and wizened heads,
Sad hospitals with rows of beds....
Is there no harbour, no escape,Away from whoring, blood and rape?
Is there no harbour, no escape,
Away from whoring, blood and rape?
Two lovers on a bench: and ICan hear a new-born baby’s cry.
Two lovers on a bench: and I
Can hear a new-born baby’s cry.