Song | Black Room |
Artist | Van Der Graaf Generator |
Album | Time Vaults |
(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.... |