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A Louse is Not a Home


by Hammill Peter. Buy album CD: Other Songs A - W


Sometimes it's very scary here; sometimes it's very sad;
sometimes I think I'll disappear; betimes I think I have.
There's a line snaking down my mirror :
splintered glass distorts my face,
and though the light is strong and strange
it can't illuminate the musty corners of this place.
There is a lofty, lonely, Lohengrenic castle in the clouds --
I draw my murky meanings there,
but seven years' dark luck is just around the corner
and in the shadows lurks the spectre of Despair.
A cracked mirror mid the drapes of the landing :
split image, labored understanding ----
I'm only trying to find a place to hide my home ....
I've lived in houses composed of glass
where every movement is charted,
but now the monitor screens are dark
and I can't tell if silent eyes are there.
My words are spiders upon the page,
they spin out faith, hope and reason ----
but are they meet and just, or only dust
gathering about my chair?
Sometimes I get the feeling that there's
someone else there :
The faceless watcher makes me uneasy,
I can feel him through the floorboards,
and His presence is creepy ----
He informs me that I shall be expelled ....
What is that but out of and into :
I don't know the nature of the door that I'd go through,
I don't know the nature of the nature
that I am inside ....
I've lived in houses of brick and lead
where all emotion is sacred,
and if you want to devour the fruit
you must first sniff at the fragrance
and lay your body before the shrine
with poems and posies and papers ----
or, if you catch the ruse, you'll have to choose
to stay, a monk, or leave, a vagrant.
What is this place you call home?
Is it a sermon or a confession?
Is it the chalice that you use for protection?
Is it really only somewhere you can stay?
Is it a rule-book or a lecture?
Is it a beating at the hands of your Protector?
Does the idol have feet of clay?
Home is what you make it, so my friends
all say,
but I rarely see their homes in these dark days.
Some of them are snails and carry houses
on their backs;
others live in monuments which, one day,
will be racks --
I keep my home in place with sellotape
and tin-tacks,
but I still feel there's some other Force here :
He who cracks the mirrors and moves the walls
keeps staring through the eye-slits of the portraits
in my hall;
He ravages my library and taps the telephone --
I've never actually seen Him,
but I know He's in my home
and if he goes away,
I can't stay here either.
I believe -- er -- I think --
well, I don't know ......
I only live in one room at a time,
but all of the walls are ears, all the windows, eyes :
Everything else is foreign,
'Home' is my wordless chant :
mmmmmaah!
Give it a chance!
I am surrounded by flesh and bone,
I am a temple of living,
I am a hermit, I am a drone,
and I am boning out a place to be.
With secret garlands about my head
unearthly silence is broken :
the room is growing dark, and in the stark light
I can see a face I know ----
could this be the guy who never shows
the cracked mirror what he's feeling,
merely mumbles prayers to the ground where
he's kneeling :
"Home is home is home is home is home is home is me!"
All you people looking for your houses,
don't throw your weight around, you might
break your glasses
and if you do, you know you just can't see
and then how are you to find the dawning
of the day?
--- Day is just a word I use to keep the dark
at bay,
and people are imaginary, nothing else exists
except the room I'm sitting in,
and, of course, the all-pervading mist ---
sometimes I wonder if even that's real ....
Maybe I should de-louse this place;
Maybe I should de-place this louse;
Maybe I'll maybe my life away
in the confines of this silent house.
Sometimes it's very scary here; sometimes it's very sad;
sometimes I think I'll disappear; sometimes I think ..... "



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  1. A Louse is Not a Home
  2. Act Five
  3. Act Four
  4. Act One
  5. Act Six
  6. Act Three
  7. Act Two
  8. Again
  9. Breakthrough
  10. Candle
  11. Central Hotel
  12. Child
  13. Comfortable
  14. Curtains
  15. Description
  16. Easy to Slip Away
  17. Empresss Clothes
  18. Faint Heart and the Sermon
  19. Ferret and Featherbird
  20. Film Noir
  21. Fireships
  22. Flight
  23. Fogwalking
  24. Forsaken Gardens
  25. German Overalls
  26. Given Time
  27. Glue
  28. Golden Promises
  29. Happy
  30. Hesitation
  31. His Best Girl
  32. I Will Find You
  33. Imperial Zeppelin
  34. Imperial Zeppelin (chris Judge Smith)
  35. In Slow Time
  36. In the Black Room
  37. Incomplete Surrender
  38. Jeunesse Doree
  39. Labour of Love
  40. Losing Faith in Words
  41. My Experience
  42. No More
  43. No More (the Submariner)
  44. Now More Than Ever
  45. Oasis
  46. Ophelia
  47. Out Oyster
  48. People You Were Going To
  49. Re Awakening
  50. Red Shift
  51. Reprise
  52. Rock and Role
  53. Rubicon
  54. Shingle Song
  55. Sign
  56. Sitting Targets
  57. Slender Threads
  58. Solitude
  59. Stranger Still
  60. Summer Song
  61. Summer Song (in The Autumn)
  62. Sunshine
  63. Tapeworm
  64. The Birds
  65. The Jargon King
  66. The Lie
  67. The Lie (bernini's St Theresa)
  68. The Spirit
  69. Thunder
  70. Time for a Change
  71. Time For A Change (chris Judge Smith)
  72. Time Heals
  73. Traintime
  74. Vision
  75. Whats It Worth
  76. Wilhelmina

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