I was a postal worker from May until July I left because of allergies - the letters made me cry 8am on Fridays, 6am the rest Postal for the two months Coastal for the rest I kept the last day's letters
He lived a boy's life He loved his "Camp Mohawk" on Viele's Creek And he loved to work on problems, drifting in his canoe Lightning days He hated formalities in dressing He would welcome also god himself, in his red bathing suit Lightning days The doors of his house were usually electrified
The season is long and i've got the chills The city steps back, replaced by the hills There's snow on my heart and snow on my pills The season is long and this season kills Don't you ever think that you might love me? The season is long and I'm coming home I captured your ghost in the throat of the phone There's snow on my heart and snow on my pills The season is long and this season kills Don't you ever think that you might love me?
There are more people alive now than have ever lived I read that somewhere and instantly thought it impossible but if it were to be true I wonder that, if we keep living this fast, no-one will have time to die I've met people whose lovers died in war and i've wondered what this helplessness could be like One minute there's a whole life entwined with yours and the next, just a space and scattered clues When I watch old films in which animals appear I get sad because those animals are certainly dead now And that certainty prompts my private epitaph and I have to say it out loud "That dog is dead, that cat is dead, that horse is dead..."
The night settles down on the water The feathers of sun gathering The trees wave their way to the morning The birds think about what they'll sing I have dreams in which you're a nightmare I have dreams in which you're unfair But angels still dance in your garden and flowers still grow in your hair
My tears leave a skull on the pillow My tooth leaves my blood on the sheet My heart sways the way of the willow My heart sways the way of the wheat But you are the queen of the lowlands You have the crown of the lost I found you broke up like a shipwreck I found you broke up on the rocks
The horses come in from the cliff tops, their shadows upsetting the sea The waves swim their way to the bottom and stay there until they're forgotten And you know about birds when they're dying How they know that they're going to die How they hide in the heart of the forest and sleep until death chances by You know that You know that
It's the same dream that lasts all night but I can only keep this: it's Halloween and I'm chasing you round the other kids on a moonlit lawn in a skull mask and a ghost cape And you are sometimes and sometimes you are just a shadow
In travel, there are traps When I'm writing in the back Beneath the rain, between the maps My diary bears this out but memory has it wrong I loved you when you loved me and then we were done There's a silence on the railway There's a bad curse on the land And this season writes a rainstorm like a poem in the sand You told me I depressed you, that I withered in your hand And that sentence cut my loveline when you left me as you planned In travel, there are traps when I'm writing in the back Beneath the rain, between the maps My diary bears this out but memory has it wrong I loved you when you loved me and then we were gone In travel, there are traps when I'm writing in the back
Breaking Winter up by shooting numbers from the clock The cat sleeps on the atlas in Alsace Lorraine, dreaming long grass and birds on the wire I have memories no deeper than this glass and some besides that stretch history twice In a super 8 film colour haze, a scratched nostalgia that runs through my cogs - shot through the fog; time taking care of whatever I cared about So you are lost somewhere in here - your body, a raft,spinning towards the falls Your death claimed me too - there were two throats in the noose but mine now swallows whiskey, mine is not now bruised The black mouth of this month, bruised lips, black ice, forms a sickly smile across London's sky
영국 런던을 근거지로 활동하고 있는 피아노 매직(Piano Magic)은 90년대 후반에 기세를 올린 실험주의 록 밴드들 사이에서 함께 등장했다. 1996년 글랜 존슨을 중심으로 결성된 이후 이듬해 모과이(Mogwai)와 써드 아이 파운데이션(Third Eye Foundation)등의 동시대 신진밴드들과의 공연을 함께 하는 등 폭넓은 교류를 통해 런던을 중심으로 인지도를 높이기 시작했고 데뷔 앨범을 발표한 97년 말 즈음에는 이미 상당수의 골수팬들을 데리고 있을 정도의 위치를 꿰어찬 뒤였다. 이들은 영국 인디 씬에서도 독특한 음악을 들려주는 밴드로 유명했으며 비슷한 시기에 등장한, 그리고 한편으로는 전통적인 록의 헤게모니에 회의적인 밴드들 사이에서 가장 큰 화두 중 하나였던 해체주의에 다소 관심을 기울이는 ...