Black Room Lyrics
| Song | Black Room |
| Artist | Van Der Graaf Generator |
| Album | Time Vaults |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (In the) Black Room | |
| I was thinking about thinking | |
| But it really didn't get me very far, | |
| So I thought I'd throw a Tarot, | |
| But I only got the Priestess and the Star. | |
| There's a shadow cast between the future and the past; | |
| The room and I agree to buy some time.... | |
| The cards don't tell truth nor lies, | |
| Only options and cusp lines: | |
| The furniture in the black room. | |
| I've been thinking about acid, | |
| But, it seems, there's not a reason to believe. | |
| I don't make a vital breakthrough | |
| And it walks me like a dog upon a lead. | |
| It's all unreal and, the way I feel, | |
| I'd like to try and make it on my own.... | |
| Going to the feelies is fine: | |
| I really have me a good pleasure cruise. | |
| But, deep in my mind, | |
| I'm no better or worse, just open to the walls. | |
| Paint peels in the black of my room. | |
| I'm only talking about myself, ordering the treasure shelf, | |
| Documenting these present feelings as the future sets me reeling.... | |
| What I'll be is what I am, | |
| I'm simply trying not to sham or fake. | |
| Use vision as sense and not as crutch! | |
| It doesn't matter all that much; | |
| Whatever happens we'll all survive, | |
| I'm only trying not to pawn my life. | |
| When I'm (maybe) old and strait-laced, | |
| Shall I then deny all that I feel? | |
| In words of bitter compromise, | |
| Re-smelt the wrath that's in my eyes like steel? | |
| Be a hermit then? | |
| Or be a miser? | |
| Be a man who hasn't managed yet to write his rules? | |
| The Fool? | |
| The future holds my hand in the room.... | |
| Well, then, my ghosts shall steer down through the years | |
| And lay a hand upon my soul | |
| Like ice. | |
| The Tower | |
| So: onto the familiar top steps! | |
| In cloud-scud moonlight glow | |
| The Tower reels. | |
| I, the blind man, | |
| Feeling for a path I know... | |
| Don't you know that I'm only feeling for how to feel? | |
| Rats run. | |
| Snakes coil. | |
| Fathers | |
| Stare out at the whispering night; | |
| Rub mud on their arms. | |
| Spiders. | |
| Mud boils. | |
| Children | |
| Whimper in the human vortex; | |
| Faces glow of worms. | |
| THUNDER | |
| Silence. | |
| Omens.... | |
| I think it's coming, | |
| All signs are very near, all signs are that | |
| Pain shall come | |
| And change shall run | |
| Down through my heart | |
| And shake my knees | |
| And now it is coming, | |
| All around is the humming | |
| Of the World. | |
| Too late, with my balance gone, | |
| Dead-eyed doll, | |
| I'm falling, falling | |
| Back to where I began.... | |
| (In the) Black Room… continued | |
| I'm feeling like a kid again, | |
| I'm feeling like I just walked in the door, | |
| And with my head on fire | |
| I wrote this song - I don't know who it's for. | |
| Hands held fast in camera, | |
| I'll swear I heard the Stammerer exclaim: | |
| "I am a traveller, unraveller, | |
| I only live through pain, and shame, and change!" | |
| In my room, the secret tomb, I can see | |
| Future forms, space/time storms: | |
| They're all me, | |
| And I've only got to choose! | |
| In my head I am dead if I fall | |
| In the trap, | |
| The subtle lap, | |
| Safety's pall.... | |
| But I'm living while I choose.... |
| In the Black Room | |
| I was thinking about thinking | |
| But it really didn' t get me very far, | |
| So I thought I' d throw a Tarot, | |
| But I only got the Priestess and the Star. | |
| There' s a shadow cast between the future and the past | |
| The room and I agree to buy some time.... | |
| The cards don' t tell truth nor lies, | |
| Only options and cusp lines: | |
| The furniture in the black room. | |
| I' ve been thinking about acid, | |
| But, it seems, there' s not a reason to believe. | |
| I don' t make a vital breakthrough | |
| And it walks me like a dog upon a lead. | |
| It' s all unreal and, the way I feel, | |
| I' d like to try and make it on my own.... | |
| Going to the feelies is fine: | |
| I really have me a good pleasure cruise. | |
| But, deep in my mind, | |
| I' m no better or worse, just open to the walls. | |
| Paint peels in the black of my room. | |
| I' m only talking about myself, ordering the treasure shelf, | |
| Documenting these present feelings as the future sets me reeling.... | |
| What I' ll be is what I am, | |
| I' m simply trying not to sham or fake. | |
| Use vision as sense and not as crutch! | |
| It doesn' t matter all that much | |
| Whatever happens we' ll all survive, | |
| I' m only trying not to pawn my life. | |
| When I' m maybe old and straitlaced, | |
| Shall I then deny all that I feel? | |
| In words of bitter compromise, | |
| Resmelt the wrath that' s in my eyes like steel? | |
| Be a hermit then? | |
| Or be a miser? | |
| Be a man who hasn' t managed yet to write his rules? | |
| The Fool? | |
| The future holds my hand in the room.... | |
| Well, then, my ghosts shall steer down through the years | |
| And lay a hand upon my soul | |
| Like ice. | |
| The Tower | |
| So: onto the familiar top steps! | |
| In cloudscud moonlight glow | |
| The Tower reels. | |
| I, the blind man, | |
| Feeling for a path I know... | |
| Don' t you know that I' m only feeling for how to feel? | |
| Rats run. | |
| Snakes coil. | |
| Fathers | |
| Stare out at the whispering night | |
| Rub mud on their arms. | |
| Spiders. | |
| Mud boils. | |
| Children | |
| Whimper in the human vortex | |
| Faces glow of worms. | |
| THUNDER | |
| Silence. | |
| Omens.... | |
| I think it' s coming, | |
| All signs are very near, all signs are that | |
| Pain shall come | |
| And change shall run | |
| Down through my heart | |
| And shake my knees | |
| And now it is coming, | |
| All around is the humming | |
| Of the World. | |
| Too late, with my balance gone, | |
| Deadeyed doll, | |
| I' m falling, falling | |
| Back to where I began.... | |
| In the Black Room continued | |
| I' m feeling like a kid again, | |
| I' m feeling like I just walked in the door, | |
| And with my head on fire | |
| I wrote this song I don' t know who it' s for. | |
| Hands held fast in camera, | |
| I' ll swear I heard the Stammerer exclaim: | |
| " I am a traveller, unraveller, | |
| I only live through pain, and shame, and change!" | |
| In my room, the secret tomb, I can see | |
| Future forms, space time storms: | |
| They' re all me, | |
| And I' ve only got to choose! | |
| In my head I am dead if I fall | |
| In the trap, | |
| The subtle lap, | |
| Safety' s pall.... | |
| But I' m living while I choose.... |
| In the Black Room | |
| I was thinking about thinking | |
| But it really didn' t get me very far, | |
| So I thought I' d throw a Tarot, | |
| But I only got the Priestess and the Star. | |
| There' s a shadow cast between the future and the past | |
| The room and I agree to buy some time.... | |
| The cards don' t tell truth nor lies, | |
| Only options and cusp lines: | |
| The furniture in the black room. | |
| I' ve been thinking about acid, | |
| But, it seems, there' s not a reason to believe. | |
| I don' t make a vital breakthrough | |
| And it walks me like a dog upon a lead. | |
| It' s all unreal and, the way I feel, | |
| I' d like to try and make it on my own.... | |
| Going to the feelies is fine: | |
| I really have me a good pleasure cruise. | |
| But, deep in my mind, | |
| I' m no better or worse, just open to the walls. | |
| Paint peels in the black of my room. | |
| I' m only talking about myself, ordering the treasure shelf, | |
| Documenting these present feelings as the future sets me reeling.... | |
| What I' ll be is what I am, | |
| I' m simply trying not to sham or fake. | |
| Use vision as sense and not as crutch! | |
| It doesn' t matter all that much | |
| Whatever happens we' ll all survive, | |
| I' m only trying not to pawn my life. | |
| When I' m maybe old and straitlaced, | |
| Shall I then deny all that I feel? | |
| In words of bitter compromise, | |
| Resmelt the wrath that' s in my eyes like steel? | |
| Be a hermit then? | |
| Or be a miser? | |
| Be a man who hasn' t managed yet to write his rules? | |
| The Fool? | |
| The future holds my hand in the room.... | |
| Well, then, my ghosts shall steer down through the years | |
| And lay a hand upon my soul | |
| Like ice. | |
| The Tower | |
| So: onto the familiar top steps! | |
| In cloudscud moonlight glow | |
| The Tower reels. | |
| I, the blind man, | |
| Feeling for a path I know... | |
| Don' t you know that I' m only feeling for how to feel? | |
| Rats run. | |
| Snakes coil. | |
| Fathers | |
| Stare out at the whispering night | |
| Rub mud on their arms. | |
| Spiders. | |
| Mud boils. | |
| Children | |
| Whimper in the human vortex | |
| Faces glow of worms. | |
| THUNDER | |
| Silence. | |
| Omens.... | |
| I think it' s coming, | |
| All signs are very near, all signs are that | |
| Pain shall come | |
| And change shall run | |
| Down through my heart | |
| And shake my knees | |
| And now it is coming, | |
| All around is the humming | |
| Of the World. | |
| Too late, with my balance gone, | |
| Deadeyed doll, | |
| I' m falling, falling | |
| Back to where I began.... | |
| In the Black Room continued | |
| I' m feeling like a kid again, | |
| I' m feeling like I just walked in the door, | |
| And with my head on fire | |
| I wrote this song I don' t know who it' s for. | |
| Hands held fast in camera, | |
| I' ll swear I heard the Stammerer exclaim: | |
| " I am a traveller, unraveller, | |
| I only live through pain, and shame, and change!" | |
| In my room, the secret tomb, I can see | |
| Future forms, space time storms: | |
| They' re all me, | |
| And I' ve only got to choose! | |
| In my head I am dead if I fall | |
| In the trap, | |
| The subtle lap, | |
| Safety' s pall.... | |
| But I' m living while I choose.... |
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