Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
We bite off our tongues
While chewing the fat;
Though the fire in our lungs is celestial
Our delivery falls flat
Would a time come to be silent?
Oh, we never spoke of that
We talked out of turn
In the school of hard knocks;
Although willing to learn from experience
It still comes as a shock
When the time comes to be silent...
One by one the jaws all drop
The voice is still clear in my head;
It's the last word in monologue...
Close-up, interior, night
Mmm...
The voices alive in my head
Are all tongue-tied to silence now
It's the darkest of moods
It's the cruellest of jokes
That this facility I used, once so fluent
Is cut out at a stroke
And the time came to be silent
As the core connection broke...
Absurd ineloquence
My own words on which I choke
Swallowing deep on the thread
So much I'm losing now
So many things left unsaid
And the voice I've been using is
Gone ahead