Fragments [song lyric]
there’s a fire in the attic
there’s a furnace in the hall
and the restless heart within you
is a stone’s throw from the wall
there’s a hailstorm in the window,
there’s a torrent in your soul
and the fat cats in the corridor
are looking for the hole
there’s thunder in the chimney
there’s a desert in the bed
and all the strength has drained from you
through something that you said
there’s a typhoon in the windmill
and an iceflow in the bay
with a plot to tie your laces up
and take your toys away
Searching for the answer and finding what you asked
Is only making waves for you and vipers in the grass
Heartache on the inside — shattered hope without,
Keeping all the parts in one is what it’s all about
there are mirrors in the woodwork
reflecting all that’s been
encrusted gleam tiaras give
a glint of what it means
when a voice begins to venture
through the cloak around your face
of your fears and obligations
there will no more be a trace
then you long for incandescence
burning brightly in between
the sheets, the bed you lie in
has a pillow bitter green
when the phantom fast approaching
puts his finger on your tongue
you can taste the tribulation
where your hopefulness was hung
Searching for the answer and finding what you asked
Is only making waves for you and vipers in the grass
Heartache on the inside — shattered hope without,
Keeping all the parts in one is what it’s all about
[Underneath the foggy darkened sky
Live and breathe the centre of the sun
Purple wreath is just another why
Just another cobweb to be spun]
so you tell the captain seriously
to walk you from the plank,
but someone threw some poison in
the well from which you drank
you can see yourself in aspic
as you fight against the sound
of the leeches making headway
in the portals underground
as you journey through the basement,
so startled by the light
a voice appears to say to you
it’s time to quit the fight
then you try to piece the jigsaw
and grasp the truth at last,
but it’s only in the moving on
that you understand what’s past
Searching for the answer and finding what you asked
Is only making waves for you and vipers in the grass
Heartache on the inside — shattered hope without,
Keeping all the parts in one is what it’s all about
© 2011, Alan Morrison
The Naked Troubadour 