{"id":885,"date":"2013-04-21T00:00:49","date_gmt":"2013-04-20T22:00:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/vdgg.art.pl\/portal\/?page_id=885"},"modified":"2013-05-03T02:31:22","modified_gmt":"2013-05-03T00:31:22","slug":"30-thin-air","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/vdgg.art.pl\/portal\/teksty\/teksty-oryginalne\/teksty-ph-solo\/30-thin-air\/","title":{"rendered":"30. Thin Air"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/a>
\nThe Mercy<\/strong><\/p>\n

What I once thought was everlasting
\nall of a sudden been and gone.
\nIt is finished, it is finished but mercy’s moving us along.
\nWhat can you carry for your brother
\nwhen you can’t stand up on your own?
\nIt’s hard to keep up, it’s hard to keep up,
\nthis part you have to do alone.<\/p>\n

Each time you make a resolution \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 (I get no sense<\/em>
\nwho knows what lies in your intent. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 of what you meant to say<\/em>
\nThere goes the story, there goes the story \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 by way of a defence.)<\/em>
\nhere comes the circular descent.<\/p>\n

If I say „good night and god bless”
\nI might yet confess I’m hoping to see
\nthat when daylight breaks
\nI will face a fait accompli.<\/p>\n

When the time comes I hope I’ll say
\nthis is the moment I must stay
\nmy hand in mercy.
\nI don’t intend to let you go,
\nI never meant to leave you lonely.
\nThis is the moment I must show
\nmy hand in mercy.<\/p>\n

What I perceived as everlasting \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 (I might be wrong…<\/em>
\nnow I just see as overlong. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 you still belong among those<\/em>
\nBeyond endurance, beyond endurance, \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 hungry to press on.)<\/em>
\nbeyond this point you can’t carry on.
\nBut I believe what someone told me:
\nwhen we are pushed right to the edge,
\nright to the limit, when it is finished
\nit is the mercy.<\/p>\n

So I say „Good night and god bless, sleep tight”.
\nCounting sheep and closing my eyes
\nI will drift away from the livelong day,
\nup the wooden hill slowly climb.
\nSo I say „Good night and god bless, sleep tight”.
\nI must go outside and I might be some time.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Your Face on the Street<\/strong><\/p>\n

I’d see your face on the street
\noften times as I went on my day to day.
\nWe were never to meet
\nbut a nodding acquaintance had come our way.<\/p>\n

I never paid it much mind,
\nalways assumed I’d continue to see you there.
\nBut of the mysteries behind,
\nall the shadows before us we’re unaware.<\/p>\n

Don’t swim out too far, for Christ’s sake
\ndon’t go in the bar, for Christ’s sake
\ndon’t get in the car….<\/p>\n

My heart skipped a beat \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Don’t let down your guard,<\/em>
\nwhen I chanced on a headline that featured you. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 don’t swim out too far,<\/em>
\nAnd here’s your face on the street, \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 don’t go in the bar,<\/em>
\non a poster appealing for any clue…. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 don’t get in the car….<\/em><\/p>\n

You let down your guard for Christ’s sake,
\nYou went in the bar for Christ’s sake,
\nYou got in the car for Christ’s sake.<\/p>\n

What happened? \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 You swam out too far for Christ’s sake,<\/em>
\nWhere’d it go wrong? \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 you went in the bar for Christ’s sake,<\/em>
\nYou’re there one moment, \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 you got in the car….<\/em>
\nthe next you’re gone.<\/p>\n

I see your face on the street now
\nas a ghost apparition, you’ll not come home.
\nSo much in life’s incomplete –
\nsomehow in your disappearance I felt my own.<\/p>\n

You swam out too far for comfort<\/em>
\n you let down your guard forever,<\/em><\/p>\n

What happened? \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 you went in the bar, for Christ’s sake,<\/em>
\nWhere’d it go wrong? \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 you got in the car for Christ’s sake,<\/em>
\nYou’re there one moment \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 you let down your guard forever,<\/em>
\nand there you’re gone, \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 you let down your guard.<\/em>
\ngone forever just like that
\nand all the future’s fallen flat.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Stumbled<\/strong><\/p>\n

Wash your hands clean,
\ndon’t let anybody see the dirty work.
\nKeep those secrets
\nlocked away from sight forever,
\nhidden safely where your darker side still runs berserk.<\/p>\n

So much stored-up resentment,
\nall that background fallout from so long ago,
\nit’s still here to haunt you.
\nIn a trunk locked in the attic
\nare the clothes that dressed the actions
\nyou discarded but you can’t outgrow.
\nThere’s a false wall in the basement
\nwhere you hide away the history you dare not put on show.<\/p>\n

And when the hammer hits the nail upon the thumb
\nthen the unvarnished truth is what you stumble on.<\/p>\n

On your best behaviour,
\nkeep on playing out the lily-white,
\nbut you’ll always be stuck there,
\ngoing round and round in circles,
\nthe mistakes which you repeat form up the framework
\nwhich defines your life.<\/p>\n

You couldn’t quantify the depths you’d have to plumb
\nor the damage you’ve collaterally done…
\nstill your own footprints are the tracks you stumble on.<\/p>\n

And it’s less by design than by random occurrence
\nthat you filled up your timer, that you built up the current
\nto spark the life you’ve led, the person you’ve become.
\nWith the end in sight the excuses are all gone.<\/p>\n

The truth is, this conclusion’s what you’ve stumbled on:
\nbehind you lies the wreckage that you’ve stumbled from.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Ghosts of Planes<\/strong><\/p>\n

The air is thin, the air is thin,
\nthe Top of the World Club’s what we’re in.
\nHow thin the air, how thin the air,
\nthe Top of the World Club isn’t there.<\/p>\n

With easy grace they crawl
\nacross the shadow-shifting city sky,
\nan aerial flotilla,
\nthe ghosts of planes pass by.<\/p>\n

Their gravid bellies bursting,
\ngravity distended out of shape;
\nfrom the consequence of action
\nhistory offers no escape.<\/p>\n

Arrival and departure,
\nall points in between now coincide.
\nHere’s a ticket to oblivion.
\nOnward passage is denied.<\/p>\n

The air is thin, the air is thin,
\nthe Top of the World Club’s what we’re in.
\nHow thin the air, how thin the air,
\nthe Top of the World Club isn’t there any more.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

If We Must Part Like This<\/strong><\/p>\n

Already there’s no case for special pleading,
\nno points to score, no blow by blow.
\nI look around the room that we’ll be leaving.
\nEven while you’re here beside me I already know
\nI miss you so.<\/p>\n

How soon we make our move towards hereafter
\nwhere we will reap what has been sown.
\nA shadow chills the music, stills the laughter.
\nPromise that you’ll stay forever, say you’ll never go.
\nI miss you so.<\/p>\n

I turn my eyes, stare into the distance,
\nthe light that dies, the door that’s closed.
\nNo last goodbye, if we must part like this
\nI miss you so.<\/p>\n

I feel so strange and restless, dislocated,
\nI’m homesick even though I’m here at home.
\nNostalgic for the future, I have waited…
\nmy shaking hands, the lump that’s in my throat.
\nEven while I’m here beside you
\nI still miss you so.<\/p>\n

And it’s too late to make it any different;
\nthe wave that breaks, the tide that flows
\noutrageous fate is tearing us apart –
\nI miss you so.
\nI turn my eyes, stare into the distance.
\nThe light that dies, the door that’s closed.
\nNo last goodbye, if we must part like this
\nI miss you so, so much.
\nIt won’t make any difference
\nto say how much it hurts, I know.
\nNo last goodbye, if we must part like this,
\nI miss you so,
\nI miss you so,
\nI miss you so.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Undone<\/strong><\/p>\n

I mark the high days and the holidays
\nred-letter on the page;
\nfast-forward into memory,
\nprepare to be upstaged.
\nThe envelopes I push against
\nso rapidly become
\na wrap to keep me safe and warm
\nbut soon enough I’ll be undone.<\/p>\n

And if, for instance, I had spent a lifetime
\nin the service of cleanliness and godliness
\nI’d still be washed up now.<\/p>\n

My history doesn’t make much sense,
\nno corner has been turned.
\nThe future’s brooding and immense
\nand everything I’ve learned
\nseems tiny in the scheme of things,
\nthe reckoning’s begun –
\nI hold together what I can,
\nthe stitches bound to come undone.<\/p>\n

And, for example, if I’d spent a lifetime
\nin pursuit of miraculously common sense
\nI’d still feel stupid now.
\nI’m waiting on a final clue,
\na final validation
\nof what I did,of what I hid,
\nof all I called my own.<\/p>\n

Our high days and our holidays
\nare numbered, every one.
\nSo quick the hours rush away
\nand everything we’ve left’s undone.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Diminished<\/strong><\/p>\n

Was it only my imagination
\nor were we once agreed, in full accord,
\nthat we would meet in time for reconciliation,
\nfor the scratching of old debts
\nand the settling of old scores?<\/p>\n

Once upon a time you think you’ll live forever –
\nonly goes to show, in truth, that you
\ndon’t even know you’re born.<\/p>\n

Round and round we trod our drilled, diminished circles,
\nmeasured out our days in pleasantries –
\nwhat treasures we forswore.<\/p>\n

It was only my imagination,
\nI thought I’d got away with what I’d done before.
\nI’m unprepared for this investigation.<\/p>\n

I’m so scared of what’s in store.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

The Top of the World Club<\/strong><\/p>\n

And the future spread before us like a feast,
\nwe saw clearly to the curve of the horizon,
\nfelt like everything we’d wanted was in reach,
\nall we so eagerly awaited
\nAnd the perfume on the air,
\noh, I could taste it….<\/p>\n

(Decline and fall, decline and fall
\nis coming to us….<\/p>\n

And when the fall comes it will hit you pretty hard
\nwhen the fortified castle proves a house of cards
\nand the sweet cup of plenty’s shattered into a million shards.<\/p>\n

Your Weltanschauung is now cut down at the core
\nand your self-estimation’s falling through the floor
\nnow there’s not much still standing of the edifice by which you once swore
\nand which you used to adore.)<\/p>\n

The air is thin, the air is thin,
\nthe top of the world club’s what we’re in;
\nhow thin the air, how thin the air,
\nthe top of the world club isn’t there any more.
\nMy crawling skin, my crawling skin,
\nwhat circle of hell are we fallen in,
\nso dread and drear, so dread and drear,
\nthe pressure above an atmosphere, open-jawed.
\nAll the stars are darkening,
\nall the stars extinguishing one by one.<\/p>\n

Worlds we thought were ours to own
\ndisappeared and gone,
\ndisappeared,
\ndisappeared.<\/p>\n

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