A Louse Is Not A Home (2006 Digital Remaster)-Peter Hammill

[00:00.00]Sometimes it's very scary here, [00:00.000] 作曲 : Peter Hammill [00:11.68]Sometimes it's very sad, [00:23.22]Sometimes I think I'll disappear; [00:33.96]Betimes I think I have. [00:45.04]There's a line snaking down my mirror, [00:55.02]splintered glass distorts my face [01:05.11]and though the light is strong and strange [01:15.33]it can't illuminate the musty corners of this place. [01:27.69]There is a lofty, lonely, Lohengrenic castle in the clouds; [01:37.80]I draw my murky meanings there [01:48.08]but seven years' dark luck is just around the corner [01:57.69]and in the shadows lurks the spectre of Despair. [02:12.24]A cracked mirror 'mid the drapes of the landing: [02:20.24]split image, labored understanding... [02:28.55]I'm only trying to find a place to hide my home. [03:15.39]I've lived in houses composed of glass [03:17.41]where every movement is charted [03:19.23]but now the monitor screens are dark [03:21.17]and I can't tell if silent eyes are there. [03:23.74]My words are spiders upon the page, [03:25.73]they spin out faith, hope and reason - [03:27.76]but are they meet and just, or only dust [03:30.10]gathering about my chair? [03:33.34]Sometimes I get the feeling [03:35.10]that there's someone else there: [03:37.69]the faceless watcher makes me uneasy; [03:41.38]I can feel him through the floorboards, [03:43.17]and His presence is creepy. [03:45.36]He informs me that I shall be expelled. [03:49.74]What is that but out of and into? [03:53.03]I don't know the nature of the door that I'd go through, [03:56.92]I don't know the nature of the nature [03:58.74]that I am inside .... [04:07.72]I've lived in houses of brick and lead [04:09.99]where all emotion is sacred [04:11.71]and if you want to devour the fruit [04:13.90]you must first sniff at the fragrance [04:16.23]and lay your body before the shrine [04:18.25]with poems and posies and papers [04:20.17]or, if you catch the ruse, you'll have to choose [04:22.37]to stay, a monk, or leave, a vagrant. [04:25.70]What is this place you call home? [04:29.51]Is it a sermon or a confession? [04:32.70]Is it the chalice that you use for protection? [04:36.10]Is it really only somewhere you can stay? [04:39.31]Is it a rule-book or a lecture? [04:42.67]Is it a beating at the hands of your Protector? [04:46.52]Does the idol have feet of clay? [04:50.37]Home is what you make it, [04:52.78]so my friends all say, [04:58.49]but I rarely see their homes in these dark days. [05:06.32]Some of them are snails [05:08.75]and carry houses on their backs; [05:16.41]others live in monuments [05:19.67]which, one day, will be racks. [05:25.68]I keep my home in place [05:27.91]with sellotape and tin-tacks; [05:33.50]but I still feel there's some other Force here.... [05:42.15]He who cracks the mirrors and moves the walls [05:49.23]keeps staring through [05:51.30]the eye-slits of the portraits in my hall. [05:57.32]He ravages my library and taps the telephone. [06:06.78]I've never actually seen Him, [06:08.92]but I know He's in my home [06:16.16]and if he goes away, [06:21.16]I can't stay here either. [06:28.98]I believe...er ...I think... [06:39.34]well, I don't know ...... [07:42.31]I only live in one room at a time, [07:47.20]but all of the walls are ears and all the windows, eyes. [07:52.26]Everything else is foreign, [07:54.48]'Home' is my wordless chant : [07:57.08]mmmmmaah! [07:59.02]Give it a chance! [08:38.62]I am surrounded by flesh and bone, [08:40.51]I am a temple of living, [08:42.65]I am a hermit, I am a drone, [08:44.63]and I am boring out a place to be. [08:47.67]With secret garlands about my head [08:49.56]unearthly silence is broke, [08:51.44]the room is growing dark, and in the stark light [08:54.64]I see a face I know. [08:57.19]Could this be the guy who never shows [09:00.62]the cracked mirror what he's feeling, [09:03.61]merely mumbles prayers to the ground where [09:06.29]he's kneeling: [09:07.62]"Home is home is home is home is home is home is me!"? [09:11.51]All you people looking for your houses, [09:14.32]don't throw your weight around, [09:15.86]you might break your glasses [09:18.22]and if you do, you know you just can't see, [09:22.26]and then how are you to find [09:25.23]the dawning of the day? [09:30.57]Day is just a word I use [09:34.62]to keep the dark at bay [09:39.09]and people are imaginary, nothing else exists [09:48.03]except the room I'm sitting in, [09:50.02]and, of course, the all pervading mist [09:55.06]sometimes I wonder if even that's real. [10:10.27]Maybe I should de-louse this place, [10:21.22]Maybe I should de-place this louse, [10:31.80]Maybe I'll maybe my life away [10:42.98]In the confines of this silent house. [10:53.91]Sometimes it's very scary here, [11:04.37]Sometimes it's very sad, [11:14.39]Sometimes I think I'll disappear, [11:25.37]Sometimes I think ..... I....