peter hammill - german overalls lyrics
mannheim: rainy sat-rday with no money nor friend…
only tequila can end the boredom.
try to reach london for a pocket of hope;
we’re children, we grope in the dark.
hugh spends his last mark on coffee and cheese…
i feel just like a refugee…
rathaus-keepers and traffic police,
middle-aged maids with rotting teeth,
industrial magazines and old sunday times:
reading material/bleeding lines.
what are we doing here?
memorial menace, eager for revenge,
has begun to bend our minds.
shower-curtain imperative in the presence of acid;
now, feeling placid is death.
i try to hold my breath as the p.a. comes down…
here we all are in ktown!
the big wheel never fails to grind around…
it drags me up/it drugs me down.
seven senses wonder ‘can this be real,
or am i become a performing seal?’
why are we dying here?
i walk the streets alone, try to find a sign of love.
i’ve crushed the plaster-bone in the freaky clubs.
i have bit the fruit
but all i live for is to play
and i’m tired of the nights and the days
of airports, taxis and motorway showers,
groping for a key in the afterhours.
david takes to travelling in the van,
he knows that we all can understand:
we’re at the mercy of the kosmos tour,
making a pilgrimage to the german lourdes…
but we’re still crippled here.
cathedrals spiral skywards; i think i’m getting vertigo.
i think i don’t know what is real.
one more sudden spotlight; one more madness is over;
i must not show a sign of fear.
words echo round my ears, i think i’m going to laugh…
think i’ll just go and take a bath, guess i’ll wash my clothes,
don’t you know i’ll grow to go and make my name,
maybe be a servant in the famegame;
stake my sane and rest my life on the line…
now lay me asunder and rend my mind;
at the fall of the curtain let this be my ghost.
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