The Wanderer
Kid A
I
Sharp is love on spring's fresh gaze
The blades of grass that pierce the sunken earth, and absorb
The wild torment that set my desire ablaze
In a lush vacancy, I position myself under the orb
Its glowing anger stabbing at me through the haze
Thoughts of you are carefully scattered about
Their presence like shadows in the Valley which smuthers Death
I am in this Valley sometimes, choking on Death
Your shadows block those hands and soothe the parched skin of the earth
And the cycle spins me like the stories on the television
Into your Valley is where I went, to be warmed by that Inferno
Drenched, in the spin cycle I tumble
The 'downward spiral' is bitter yet sweet but never complete,
As the Death in your Valley
II
My eyes shake these calculated images from their wonton stage
You are here and now I must remember my lines,
like those that shape the heavens of which your body owes the Devil's wage
How will those flowers grow in the mud, sweet?
And do you know where the oceans meet?
Filter those images, now let us begin
We'll have another try at purity, before the days repent
Ah, sweet as the kiss I imagined you meant, before you purgered sin
With the cruel replacement
The grass has been trampled by my grip, digging to bury myself
Under the temporal sod, which lets me creep
I cannot lure your green shadows -- to the place where my heart sleeps
I will not fight the sun, I look away
From what I fear and loothe to be as caustic as me
III
My loneliness creep upon me
With the acuteness of the late afternoon shadows,
Only far less subtle this time
Maybe it will always be so?
But it snaps my spirit in half
Nothing consoles my corrupt thoughts
If I could see through the sun...
Perhaps I could know tomorrow's whims,
And what to tell them when they ask 'why?'
Don't be so cold, my heart is not as fragmented,
As the lines on the face of my soul or my croocked thoughts
After all, life in mono falls on deaf ears
Pick up the pieces and paint them with a new colour,
Something other than blue
And let them sink and fade like the darkness within you
[This message has been edited by The Wanderer (edited 01-04-2001).]
Sharp is love on spring's fresh gaze
The blades of grass that pierce the sunken earth, and absorb
The wild torment that set my desire ablaze
In a lush vacancy, I position myself under the orb
Its glowing anger stabbing at me through the haze
Thoughts of you are carefully scattered about
Their presence like shadows in the Valley which smuthers Death
I am in this Valley sometimes, choking on Death
Your shadows block those hands and soothe the parched skin of the earth
And the cycle spins me like the stories on the television
Into your Valley is where I went, to be warmed by that Inferno
Drenched, in the spin cycle I tumble
The 'downward spiral' is bitter yet sweet but never complete,
As the Death in your Valley
II
My eyes shake these calculated images from their wonton stage
You are here and now I must remember my lines,
like those that shape the heavens of which your body owes the Devil's wage
How will those flowers grow in the mud, sweet?
And do you know where the oceans meet?
Filter those images, now let us begin
We'll have another try at purity, before the days repent
Ah, sweet as the kiss I imagined you meant, before you purgered sin
With the cruel replacement
The grass has been trampled by my grip, digging to bury myself
Under the temporal sod, which lets me creep
I cannot lure your green shadows -- to the place where my heart sleeps
I will not fight the sun, I look away
From what I fear and loothe to be as caustic as me
III
My loneliness creep upon me
With the acuteness of the late afternoon shadows,
Only far less subtle this time
Maybe it will always be so?
But it snaps my spirit in half
Nothing consoles my corrupt thoughts
If I could see through the sun...
Perhaps I could know tomorrow's whims,
And what to tell them when they ask 'why?'
Don't be so cold, my heart is not as fragmented,
As the lines on the face of my soul or my croocked thoughts
After all, life in mono falls on deaf ears
Pick up the pieces and paint them with a new colour,
Something other than blue
And let them sink and fade like the darkness within you
[This message has been edited by The Wanderer (edited 01-04-2001).]
