Daye 4 / Daydreaming On Foot

again
it's morning
there's something old
in the field
today
yeah
and it's making me feel
and I awake in the comeapart
and I am the hazy blue
the da da da of the light and the vine
and she says
"hey p.a.u.l. you are just high on time"

later
when we're both back in albion -
chimerical
a miracle of lights
of sleight of hand -
it occurs to me that she said ''don't expect''
and I didn't dare
taps her head
I bet it's summer in there
and she says
''hey p.a.u.l. we're off the map
and everything's in your lap''

and now once more
her summer morning body
is ruining me
until the film jams
runs slow
like it did
a lifetime ago
and you leave
because it's that time and you are that way
were never meant to stay
anyway
and I will wear away
piece by piece
until I'm only a memory
and my body is released
existing only in the wow and flutter
in the stutter
of this song

and slowly
we walk to that park where the city stretches upwards for a mile
but you never smile
and the words stick
things just don't click
thinking makes me sick
and the tick, tick, tick, tick
suddenly
it's past three
and the eventuality
is just me
is just me
it's just me

***

2am
the house is groaning in the night
and i'm gazing out through the window of float III
listening to light of daye
wound down
studio lights out
full moon illuminating me
empty streets below
someone flips the tape over
backwards guitar
played by aurora leigh
awakened from my reverie
and fall into a different kind of dream

where the river blin runs backward
strange birdsong
the like of which has never been heard
caught on tape for your future listening experience
hogweed a mile high
the sun and her sister sun rising in sapphire sky
like I told you earlier
there's something old in the field
so when we finally manage to reach the city
people speak a language unknown to us
"..ghgggsus osaooap daffahg illsausj oosahaoa..."
they stare as we pass by
walls are crooked
corners obtuse
window frames don't fit
skyscrapers sway in the breeze
like the tops of trees
which bend over almost-double in a storm
elevators that wind around and around
in peculiar spirals
I feel nauseous just looking at them
means of travel that none of us could ever comprehend
bump into mark e. smith under the ardwick bridge
tells us he's been there since the eighteen sixties
lends lucy his wings
so she can view the city proper
brix and I
watching her ascend into the low clouds
and then reappear
just above the beetham tower
she finally gets her little black box to work
discovers by thought-transference
that these people have
a series of 16680 pictographs
illustrating the different types and species of clouds
25773 words
whose nearest english equivalent would be 'goodbye'
29261 words
which describe the unusual skin pigmentations
that may occur during daylight hours
and two thousand and four names for their god
three hundred and three of these godnames are exclamations
which must be read aloud from the book of wisdom
some names contain
special characters which if written down
only become visible
when viewed under black light