Tag: Germany

This produced a brief but profound silence
What the hell are you doing?
Why is everything I am conjuring up in black-and-white?
For some reason, the background seems to have gone silent
Dead of winter, icy roads, wind blowing sideways across the empty cornfields
These half and quarter truths were the best words he had ever spoken
I stood and looked, I was always looking
Low skies and bare trees, hardly a soul to be seen
We were two sombre boys hunched in our coats, grim winter settling in
Do you really think it will go unnoticed?
At any rate, the Wheel has now turned again
My life has been uneventful by comparison
A smile might have played round my lips
For confusion is a kind of bewitchment
Pay attention, that’s all. Notice things
You could not extract the Philosophic Mercury from gold
And I am not in the mood to be tender and conciliatory just now
Gold and silver will appear in our coffers as if by magic
I have begun thinking like an Alchemist
There are ragged bandit gangs all over the place
I do not know the nature of your involvement with this
I confess that I was observing through the window
Because the next thing you’ll do is melt it down to extract that mystery
The process of abstraction continues
Truly the forkings and wanderings of the Nile are as unknowable as the streets of Cairo
Of course there was much more to it than that
She used to seem so glamorous
He’s proud, can’t keep the smile from creeping in
The pipes hiss and gurgle in the wall near his head
The sun is gone now; it will be dark soon
The responsibility now falls upon you to make it all happen
Well, in any case it is certainly an improvement on your appearance the last time I saw you
Most people assumed it was just a stage-trick
All of it made noise that merged together into a mad grind
Working late hours?
You and I are but earth
But naturally, Cap’n – we’re all in a panic, don’t you see?
Damn me, I’d almost forgotten about that old thing
It was a sincere request for information
What if Newton was right, and all the others wrong?
Nothing here is going according to plan
Do you have any idea why I’m different?
As he kept reminding me, he was twelve years older than I was
My despair cannot be described
The boy with the long arms was never seen again
My dad thought it would be educational
They were never going to like me anyway
It was as if I wasn’t there. In fact often I wasn’t
Somehow the moment never seemed right to ask
Tell me this is just a bad, bad dream