{"id":798,"date":"2013-04-19T03:31:47","date_gmt":"2013-04-19T01:31:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/vdgg.art.pl\/portal\/?page_id=798"},"modified":"2013-05-03T02:14:23","modified_gmt":"2013-05-03T00:14:23","slug":"10-sitting-targets","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/vdgg.art.pl\/portal\/teksty\/teksty-oryginalne\/teksty-ph-solo\/10-sitting-targets\/","title":{"rendered":"10. Sitting Targets"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/a>
\nBreakthrough<\/strong><\/p>\n

The visitors find the children gone from school:
\naged relations sling their guns across the desks…
\nthere’ll be no break-time for them unless
\nthey talk about tomorrow
\nas though it’s already on its way.
\nAmen, oh yes, they’re
\nwaiting for the breakthrough in time.<\/p>\n

The visitors hide no aces up their sleeves
\nand the classroom pulses to many different drums.
\nIf only a breakthrough in time would come
\nthere’d be some chance for the visited ones.
\nWe could talk about tomorrow
\nas though we believed in that.
\nWe could talk about it right now
\nand it would come as a shock
\nto feel the fingernail grow on the trigger finger –
\nstill the visitors clock us
\nwaiting for the breakthrough,
\nwaiting for the breakthrough
\nwith time on our hands.<\/p>\n

(It’s there all the time.)<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nMy Experience<\/strong><\/p>\n

It was nothing, it came from nowhere at all,
\nit was a casual remark, not a curtain-call.
\nLate for breakfast – black coffee, brandy-laced…
\nthat look on your face.
\nI’ll remember last night,
\nI’ll look out for the signs:
\nyou were caught in the light….<\/p>\n

Time after time
\nit’s been my experience
\nthat when the row gets serious
\na certain silence will fall….<\/p>\n

But I just can’t stop it,
\nwhy don’t you tell me what’s wrong?
\nMy heart goes like a rocket, the feeling’s so strong.
\nI just can’t stop it, why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?
\nDon’t think about it too long.<\/p>\n

I could argue this another way,
\nbut on another day I might have to shout.
\nYou keep your mouth shut,
\nbut it’s too late for that now:
\nthe word got out.
\nIn translation it’s lost, in desperation it’s mimed;
\nis this Paradise lost, or Paradise time after time?<\/p>\n

It’s been my experience
\nthat when the row gets serious
\na certain silence will fall….<\/p>\n

But I just can’t stop it,
\nwhy don’t you tell me what’s wrong?
\nMy heart goes like a rocket, the feeling’s so strong.
\nI just can’t stop it, why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?
\nDon’t think about it too long.<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nOphelia\u00a0<\/strong> \"Przek\u0142ad\"<\/a><\/p>\n

That token drag on your cigarette,
\nthat well-known face in the fire…
\nit could be someone you can’t forget,
\nsomeone you’ve learnt to admire.
\nAnd it’s strange how the feeling goes.
\nAll change –
\ndown the river Ophelia goes.<\/p>\n

You’re treading water, the price is steep,
\nyou say you’ll cope with it all;
\nyou’ve made some promises you can’t keep,
\nyou throw yourself against the wall,
\nyou throw yourself against the wall.
\nAnd it’s strange…<\/p>\n

You heard a noise in the firegrate,
\nyou look to see who goes there –
\nit’s just the stranger, he’s come too late
\nand even he’s unprepared
\nto find the cupboard so bare
\nAnd it’s strange…
\ndown the river Ophelia goes.<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nEmpress’s Clothes<\/strong><\/p>\n

She’s here now, perfume coiled like a thuggee scarf,
\nsuch a powerful drug to make you so naked and clean.
\nAnd you want to tell her,
\nthere’s so much to disclose,
\nthis idea you’ve got to sell her:
\na new set of empress’s clothes.<\/p>\n

Who was that woman in the masquerade,
\ndo those eyes still give you fever?
\nWho was that woman in the mystery-play,
\ndo you still want to please her?
\nWhere is the woman who can offer escape,
\ndo you look for your freedom?
\nYou see her
\nand you want….<\/p>\n

You want her to wear that finery,
\nthe style that’s never seen;
\nyou’re trying to break the deadlock
\nof this strangleholding scene…
\noh, look,
\na new set of empress’s clothes!<\/p>\n

The here and now stands in your way;
\nyou carry the bell, book and candle…
\nshe won’t make you go
\nbut she won’t let you stay.
\nAnd you want….<\/p>\n

You want her to wear that finery,
\nthe style that’s never seen;
\nYou’re trying to break the deadlock
\nof this strangleholding scene;
\nshe makes you want to confess it all –
\nyou don’t know what it means,
\nbut she makes you see
\nEmpress’s clothes.<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nGlue<\/strong><\/p>\n

Halfway between the zoo
\nand the temple of your Art…
\nbut what do you do
\nwith this motion of the heart?
\nWho’ll be looking for you
\nwhen it all falls apart?<\/p>\n

Oh, but what do you do,
\nand where do you start
\nwhen people are the glue,
\nwhen it all falls apart?<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nHesitation<\/strong><\/p>\n

This is no time to hesitate,
\nthe line slips into overload;
\nthe mixture too thick,
\nthe touch too close to the motherlode.<\/p>\n

Time – there’s so little time
\nto do anything that’s not useless…
\nyou tried for a little while
\nto hide your face from the future.
\nNow you thought it was released –
\nyou find that it’s captured,
\nit sticks to your hand, you can’t let it go.
\nWhat you knew as pain has turned into rapture,
\nbut nothing goes away, it just changes.
\nYou know it’s the right tempo, right place,
\nbut something’s gone wrong with the cardiograph.
\nOh, your day shadow and your night face,
\nyou thought it was forever
\nbut it doesn’t last.<\/p>\n

Time, there’s so little time
\nto do away with the tension.
\nI try for a little while
\nto put it all in suspension.<\/p>\n

I thought I was released,
\nI find that I’m captured,
\nthe groove sticks, it won’t let me go.
\nThe glass stain is now seen as fractured
\nand try as I may I can’t change
\nbut I know it’s the
\nwrong tempo, wrong place
\nand something’s gone wrong with the autograph.
\nOh, the day shadow and the night face
\nconspire into prophecy….<\/p>\n

This is no time for hesitation.<\/p>\n

This is no time to hesitate,
\nit’s no time to look for another road;
\nthe shiver begins,
\nthe touch too cold on the motherlode<\/p>\n

This is no time for hesitation.<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nSitting Targets<\/strong><\/p>\n

We can talk about it in the car,
\nwe can talk about it with the drive.
\nKeep your eyes on the road up ahead,
\n(don’t forget what we said about)
\nstaying alive.
\nIf we’d been stuck there
\njust a few hours more
\nI’d have cracked up, I’d say.<\/p>\n

No, you never can tell when it’s coming.
\nIt’s so hard getting out of the way…
\nto be sitting targets is surely
\nno better than running away.
\nSitting targets in the car:
\nI’ll be thinking about it –
\nnot so far, no so far to drive.<\/p>\n

This time we made our getaway,
\nwe’d been stalling for too long.
\nKeep your eyes on the road up ahead
\nwhile I try to forget what’s been going wrong.
\n(What’s been going on…)
\nYou’d better check up on the CB,
\nsee what Tail-End Charlie say:
\n„Oh, you never can tell how it’s going,
\nno, you never can see how it’s been,
\nbut to stay sitting targets is surely
\nno better than living a dream.”<\/p>\n

Sitting targets in the car…
\nI’ve been thinking it over,
\nit’s not so far, not so far to drive.<\/p>\n

In the car….<\/p>\n

We can talk about it in the car,
\nsurely we can talk about it some other time.
\nKeep your eyes on the road up ahead,
\nI don’t seem to be able to use mine
\nand I’m losing control of my body
\nand I’m running scared.
\nOh, we’re left with a black-and-white movie,
\na positional state of affairs,
\nan obsessional interest in moving
\njust to prove that we’re there,
\nsitting targets in the car.
\nI’ll be thinking about it,
\nnot so far to drive…
\nsitting targets in the car,
\nI’ve been thinking it over,
\nit’s not so far, not so far,
\nnot too far to drive.<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nStranger Still<\/strong><\/p>\n

Stranger still in another town,
\nhow normal to sit out the dance,
\neating the good meal by myself,
\ntoasting the empty glass
\nand they’re already setting out the next place,
\nalready forgetting about the last.
\nNo, nothing could be less strange:
\nin entropy
\nno change, no change, no change.<\/p>\n

No danger in a normal life,
\nbetter steady down the adrenalin pump.
\nExcess refraction in the mirror
\nonly leads to the quantum jump….
\nOh, but it leaves me in limbo –
\nhow strange, what a stranger I become.
\nNo, no, nothing could be less strange,
\nin entropy
\nno change, no change, no change.<\/p>\n

No, I know how to behave in the restaurant now,
\nI don’t tear at the meat with my hands.
\nIf I’ve become a man of the world somehow
\nthat’s not necessarily to say I’m a worldly man.<\/p>\n

Keep on shuffling the menu
\nand the order never comes on time.
\nNo, there’s only diffraction patterns,
\nno reading between the lines,
\nonly the rate of emission,
\nand reason allows no rime.
\nNothing could be less strange
\nin entropy
\nno change, no change, no change.
\nNo, nothing could be less strange…<\/p>\n

Entropy…
\n… a stranger, a worldly man.<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nSign<\/strong><\/p>\n

Wrong drink to order…
\nsuspicion grows.
\nStrong situation….<\/p>\n

Oh, no-one knows where you’ve gone to in the pagan night
\nand the neon reflections spread cadmium white.
\nYou came here looking for something
\nbut this wasn’t it, quite.
\nHey, take a Polaroid,
\nexit,
\nand well you might.<\/p>\n

Sign the picture, get out of the frame;
\nsign the picture, and throw it away.
\nSign the picture, sign the picture,
\nthrow the picture away.<\/p>\n

Now she turns her attention
\nand her camera on you:
\nthis could be all of the moments
\nthat you’ll ever live through.
\nOh, but your heart beats the rhythmof primeval tattoo…
\nI hear you make your excuses
\nas you usually do.<\/p>\n

Sign the picture, get out of the frame;
\nsign the picture, and throw it away;
\nSign the picture, sign the picture,
\nthrow the picture away…
\n… although it’s going to come back.<\/p>\n

You’ve got a certain knack
\nof making of such things
\nauspicious signs.<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nWhat I Did<\/strong><\/p>\n

A pretty pass in the rear-view mirror,
\nit’s coming on the overtake…
\nI’ve got to stop panicking,
\ngot to stay cool,
\ngot to learn to live with my mistakes.
\nOverdue debt to the taxman,
\nI tried to have and eat my cake.<\/p>\n

I think I must have been crazy in retrospect;
\nall the lines run together
\nbut they just don’t seem to connect.
\nI think I must have been crazy
\nto do all the things I did…
\ntry to keep the pot on a gentle simmer,
\nbut something blows off the lid.
\nI want to update my memory,
\nI want to rewrite my past…
\nOoh, now I found out: no chance.<\/p>\n

I think I must have been crazy
\nto do the stuff I did
\nI think I must have been crazy, crazy, crazy.<\/p>\n

I think I must have been crazy
\nbut that’s the price we pay –
\nevery lucky throw of the dice
\nwill come back to us one of these days
\nI want to update my memory,
\nI want to rewrite my past,
\nI don’t like what it’s telling me,
\nit all floods back so fast;
\nI guess I was my own worst enemy,
\nnow I’ve come to a pretty pass.
\nA pretty pass, a pretty pass,
\nthere’s nothing pretty in the past<\/p>\n

I think I must have been crazy, crazy.
\nCrazy to do what I did.<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nCentral Hotel<\/strong><\/p>\n

I found myself lying on the balcony,
\nstripling terror, naked to the bone;
\nthe secret asteroid jungle nearly done for me –
\nI saw it all just a moment ago.
\nI know I’d better watch out
\nfor the Central Hotel…
\nI’m not going back.<\/p>\n

Repetition, superstition, singularity,
\nthough every cell in the body has changed
\nthe walls move in well-accustomed hilarity –
\nthe circuit changes but the joke stays the same.
\nI know I’d better watch out for the Central Hotel.
\nI think I’d better get out, I’m not feeling so well.
\nAnd I won’t be going back,
\nnot if I can help it.<\/p>\n

I can’t help it, I can’t help it
\nif I still am what I was;
\nI can’t help it, I can’t help it,
\ncan’t stop the therefore because
\nI can’t help it.
\nThe grace of god shows I’ll be going on,
\nI’ll be coming back.<\/p>\n

I know nothing of the miles of the marathon,
\nI hear nothing of the footfall behind,
\nI search for rhythm and I find that I haven’t one…
\nslow motion in the runner’s mind.
\nI know I’d better watch out for the Central Hotel
\nI think I’d better get out, I’m not feeling so well
\nI know I’d better check out, but anyone here can tell
\nI’ll be coming back,
\nI’ll be back.<\/p>\n

I’m the Central Hotel.<\/p>\n

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