(I'm) The End Of The Family Line
Valerie you put me on the rack
Valerie you'll give me a heart attack
You say that I'm history
You say I'm no good
Then you want to be like two babes in the wood
That's what I wouldn't call playing to the gallery
I keep waiting, waiting, waiting for Valerie
Valerie why don't you put that down
Valerie you're gonna choke and drown
If you don't give up off this junk food jag
They're gonna take you home in a body bag
I can't stand to see one more calorie
I keep waiting, waiting, waiting for valerie
Well I'm soft in
Lotto karamba Octopus
(Hammill)
I want to paint you long poems full of fire,
you who I do not know.
Now my mind is tested with love which
twists and wavers from side to side and which
some day soon you may see...
I want you to cascade
through ten thousand rainbows with me
and dredge mountains from the sea:
you who I now begin to know.
But emotion is pent up inside,
too scared of dying again to live
and meanwhile I must endure your
red-copper hair screaming like a water-baby.
Black eyes stare from my ceiling...
you who I now truly know.
Now I cannot see too clearly
and already my trellis stands bare.
How can I break free of these overclinging arms
which entwine and enfold me
and reach to the clear blue sea?
I want you to know, but how can I tell you?
I want you to see but my own eyes are blind.
The Octopus now enfolds me,
I know you too well....