Abstract Poverty

someone found a piece of me
and it wasn’t till recently
problems aside
that i found out where they hide

now you’re deaf
to the cries of your maker
go down into slumber
and industry

no time to be
thrown out as you leave
crowned with a sigh
by the well when times were bad
tell me all your tales
rome it tastes of wine
the water fills your laughter
until you miss your part
in a broken century

over and out until you’re free
if it doesn’t end in laughter
it will be a tragedy
but the razorblade was all
and rome it kissed you
in the shadow of your maker

no time to be
thrown out as you leave
crowned with a sigh
by the well when times were bad
tell me all your tales
rome it tastes of wine
the water fills your laughter
until you miss your part
in a broken century
and you’d learned it by heart
what are you s’posed to see
in the fountain of art
is it better not to start?

i have a question for you
you behind the sun
why this limitless hate
for what it is you’ve done
bright birds in dark cages
and all the races run
who burnt all the pages
you behind the sun

hills of white
you don’t have to wear your uniform
you don’t have to worry
let the wind carry us away

you never felt so simple
since you were a child in the sea
shiva come a waltzing
like the blue in sanity

your mind is a fire
behind high fences
you have a million eyes here
but you don’t see me
‘ cause you’re too kind

once you lay
all of your tomorrows in a chain
you begin to wonder
will the wind carry us away

once you asked the wolf-girl
who tried to sell you flowers in the sun
she left you in a high place
with all your certainties undone

your mind is a fire
behind high fences
you have a million eyes here
but you don’t see me
’cause you’re too kind

with the knees of a bee and the hips of a cat
she is stumbling in now what about that
and charity calls and in between floors
are your lips so sealed
is your shoulder to the real

jezebel is going to war
i’d like to take a picture
black night is going to fall

jezebel is going to war
i’d like to take a picture
he leaves it all with his sister
she’s stuck in a terrible kitchen
black night is going to fall
she is a nervous sister
she asks are we still winning?

how much do you remember
on a plane drowned in sky
the madmen in the mirror
or the face with the hollow eye
go swimming in the river
all the trees dive into the icy ground
no message to deliver
thankyou please
all roads lead straight ahead when you’re
aiming for zero

she’s taller than a tea chest
and she carries those winter eyes
and you’ll never believe him
and he won’t take my advice
she does telekinesis
but she’s a cripple in a cage
and he walks a twisted mile
just to write a crooked page
and i’ll never believe again
some things just ain’t meant to be
now she’s pregnant at the rodeo
and i’m buying company
and the chairman of eject
says he won’t take no for no
and i’m never gonna see it again
and i’m whistling as i go

wild brown seas all in ruin
wide brown sails in the sea
while the children hear you
velvet sky underneath you

wild man says oh it’s you
picking violets in june
wild man say i deny you
wash your roses in sand
wild brown sea in june
velvet sky underneath you

a while since you ran into him
writing all day by the sea
what you gonna do to drink with him
find in his lips a message
9 tin souls and a tornique
volumes of ancient pain
ride all day to the rhythm
telling you come again

clinging animal to the sandy mills
a wave of stings and leaves
wrestle me from poverty
i’ve seen the light of joylessness
that left the rest of us here
free of sarcasm like a blinding light
there’s no travelling without a vision
what it is you are

the torches are all out now
and incredible as it seems
there was a year in envy
before there was a year of greed

i’ll be turned out
standing in an ocean
i’ll announce it looking under
and all these words flow
andy votion what is it you need

ringing and a ringing
when nobody is home
finally someone answers
a friend of a friend who says oh
for hours kill me sinking whole
and i’m always in the roof of my head
the mouths they are all choking
the mouths they never sleep with me
yet a mouths a terrible sculpture
out lost at sea
i am also fighting promotion
like i used to be

they told me we should crumble indeed
but i would not show them how
you spoke with such authority
i will miss you down in quarantine

well all the saints were sceptics
but they could not get to sleep
you should have been in movies
with a heaven and a hell so deep
they told me we should crumble indeed
but i could not show them how
you spoke with such authority
i will miss you down in quarantine

someone get lucky
before the terrible future
reminds me of miles
on the wings of the day
manna we missed you
what did they do
the diamonds you dreamed of
are only for you

under the arctic circle
shatter of blue at the dawn
may was brought up on whiskey
you’re a blue afternoon

someone get a genius
blinded and cruel
who don’t need looking after
see what he can do
wrapped up in layers of ice
down among the trees
with an arctic circle around his knees

‘i never dreamt of hell’ i say
and all the dead men laugh
in every book you will suffer
there between black and white
‘i never dreamt of hell’ i say
and all the dead men cry