there's a well of love in this private Eden,
but the flesh is gone,
my wits have sunken,
and I can't scratch through ...
cause I'm wired in the fat
and the beef
and the glory
of this ...
MUSCULATURE
MUSCULATURE, sure
in a suit of meat
in a shell of iron
I'm a shrivelled saint
I'm a shrunken athlete -
and I'm wired in the fat
and the beef
and the glory
of this ...
*
I follow her as a deaf subaltern.
at her beck and call I do the dumb dance -
and it goes like this ...
it goes around and around.
in circles.
they made me kneel on dried beans ...
they made me call The Gymnast God ...
they made me dig for yams ...
they made me bite the hairs off dirty tubers
no, I won't forget
I won't remember
o, no.
*
suit of meat
shell of iron
who will evict you now?
suit of meat
shell of iron
who will undress tomorrow.
suit of meat
shell of iron
who will entreat you now?
suit of meat
shell of iron
your eyes undress tomorrow.
40 years ago I found them or they found me. Since their music caught me more and more: It's the sound, the atmosphere, their uniqueness. Many unforgettable songs here: Belief, Heaven is Waiting, Hide, Hold on, Red Light, Somewhere, The Hurt (and I love the Album VI), but my favourite is Clock. Wonder what Steve R. is doing... Thank you for having been/being The Danse Society. cryptie66
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