"Somnambulist Blues" lyrics
(feat. Sandro Perri)
One, two, three, one, two, three
One, two
One, two, three, one, two, three
One, two
You say yes
I say Inferno
Careful, loose rocks
And yet a chamber quartet plays there
They say nothing comes to those who sit and stare
They take their walls with them outside
And into the sun
Madness In Heaven
Madness in Heaven
Ever since I was 14
Ever since I was 7
Madness in Heaven
I slept-walked off the ramparts and crashed upon the shore
I'm doing it again
Over hills, through the fences
That multiply and divide the land
I can't stand it anymore
This beating heart lacks a future
Peter Greenaway breeds contempt in his onlookers
Peter Greenaway wrote a song about hookers
It wasn't worth it, he shouldn't have done it
She took a long cold look at me
And walked on by
As did I
It's getting dark, too dark to see
Peter Greenaway
A rose by any other name
A tinker's fuck
Oh where, oh where have you been
What
Could it pos
Sibly mean?
On trombone - Peter Greenaway
In the doomed greenhouse
Naked and Dead
Naked and Dead
Naked and then dead
First naked and then dead
First naked and then dead
I feel disfigured
Like time threw acid in my face
On my hands and body
Nightmarish nights
Daydreamy days
You work on plays
Trying to get it right
But you get it all wrong
Every last word, every song
I'm in a shit frame-of-mind
I said to my accuser
I can't believe this moment's unfurling
The mirror's zero-ending
Shot down autumn moon
Nothing for an arrow
Madness in Heaven
Them's the breaks
You win some, you lose
You win some, you lose
You snooze
Somnambulist Blues
The Wonder's all around us
The Wonder's all around us
And disappears
In a series
Of puffs
Lame clues
Somnambulist Blues
One, two
One, two, three, one, two, three
One, two
You say yes
I say Inferno
Careful, loose rocks
And yet a chamber quartet plays there
They say nothing comes to those who sit and stare
They take their walls with them outside
And into the sun
Madness In Heaven
Madness in Heaven
Ever since I was 14
Ever since I was 7
Madness in Heaven
I slept-walked off the ramparts and crashed upon the shore
I'm doing it again
Over hills, through the fences
That multiply and divide the land
I can't stand it anymore
This beating heart lacks a future
Peter Greenaway breeds contempt in his onlookers
Peter Greenaway wrote a song about hookers
It wasn't worth it, he shouldn't have done it
She took a long cold look at me
And walked on by
As did I
It's getting dark, too dark to see
Peter Greenaway
A rose by any other name
A tinker's fuck
Oh where, oh where have you been
What
Could it pos
Sibly mean?
On trombone - Peter Greenaway
In the doomed greenhouse
Naked and Dead
Naked and Dead
Naked and then dead
First naked and then dead
First naked and then dead
I feel disfigured
Like time threw acid in my face
On my hands and body
Nightmarish nights
Daydreamy days
You work on plays
Trying to get it right
But you get it all wrong
Every last word, every song
I'm in a shit frame-of-mind
I said to my accuser
I can't believe this moment's unfurling
The mirror's zero-ending
Shot down autumn moon
Nothing for an arrow
Madness in Heaven
Them's the breaks
You win some, you lose
You win some, you lose
You snooze
Somnambulist Blues
The Wonder's all around us
The Wonder's all around us
And disappears
In a series
Of puffs
Lame clues
Somnambulist Blues
