Roy Harper Legend
I heard the song birds singing in the trees above my
bed
In the valley of the shadow of the sea of living dead
I see the same old smells aboard my ship of
shapelessness
Meandering suspended in amorphous tastelessness
I hear the happy people striking down their matchless
road
The false teeth and the cologne partly sharing half the
load
I know I cannot ask them so I leave their eyes to say
I know the way to Mount Street, but I just don't know
the way
I see the hollow buildings hanging in the winter sun
Throwing empty shadows that hide the hollow men
The world just isn't real it's built on endless
timeless time
on land marks in the desert wastes of multicoloured
crime
The maps stuck in the tube trains will tell you
where're you going
They'll also tell you pratically everything worth
knowing
So if anybody asks me I'd say "take a few salt sodas"
If you don't you stand the dirty change of dying stone
cold sober
And as I hear you breathing life's last distant
compliment
I know I can't have said much of what I really ment
The sky desolates the sky and the snowflakes face to
face
And everything is just everything because everything
just is
