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Peter Hammill
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The Cut
Everything out of order* Everything too well produced From the conjuror's hat - Let's turn on the juice To grind the cutting plane, the blade that gives an edge, To scale the mountain; to fail upon the mountain ledge.
Half-way up is half-way peaking, The stroboscope locks the lathe; I look around for a switch in phase... The disco boom stands firm, the eight-track's in, the rage Licks the present, quickly flips the future page.
Check the deck: no marked cards, No sequentialled straight or flush... The dice won't still the blood-line rush. もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Run the star-flood night, the cut-throat blade is stropped; Race your shadow... race in case your shadow stops.
Everything so out of order No bias on the playback head; Papers for the border - All the tape is read, The future burns my tongue, the noise-gates all are shut, Breathe the vacuum, believe there's reason in the cut.
Incipient white noise, The stylus barely tracks, The air controllers feed the stereo sonic smack.
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