Paco De Renaldo's Dream

歌詞

It was a dream I had This room was in the middle of a sandy plain The walls were gone but the doors and windows remained At the side of the bed were soft cushions Two-dimensional ships like ocean liners sailed across this desert As they passed, their huge bulks disappearing into a thin line These ships were always full of people facing windows And sometimes find their problems seem like a day's work Following deep tracks, the boats kept passing by Came to an unmanned sort of harbour Stood on the sand in no water ( ? ) lowered it's doors And one by one the ships descended to the sand And sailed off in different directions across the desert The carrier was then refilled with ships arriving in perfect time I watched seven or eight of these drop-offs And realised the process, the ships and the people within them never differed I thought about following any of these ships to the end of their journey But suspected I would end up back here Or a place so similar that I wouldn't be able to tell the difference I can't sleep in this bed anymore It's like a padded cell The sheets are too tight ( ? ) A man of your success I'm tired of it ( ? ) Walked over to the window Climbed on the window-ledge And jumped out I wasn't scared I know I can fly A quiff, a whiff of smoke, an empty egg Roses north (I don't know how long we'd been waiting) A front room (endless hours, weeks, years even) Lino, yellow formica (we didn't know) Lots of milky tea (only onward, forward, inward, in, over a field) (I don't want to do this) Unmatched to match the unmatched plates (the sun sets in the west) (I really really really don't want to do this) Straight-backed chairs (this is where we started each night) (you made me do it) Steamy glass-pane window (we could only travel at night) (bang bang bang on the door) Warped door, embassy no. 6 ashtray (we would conceal ourselves in the missing light 'till darkness fell) (I awoke, ran downstairs) Chewy chop (nobody knew where we were) (a letter dropped to the floor) Toasted cob, mustard (where we were going) (I bent, reached) Crinkly-cut chips, bendy fork (a vague sense of direction) (swang open) Polyester, pink gingham (( ? )) (cracked my head) (nothing told us where we were) (unconscious fell) (we always somehow managed to keep a straight line) (I awoke, the dog) (licking my dick)