August 3, 2008

• puppets and puppeteers

  When the night shows
  The signals grow on radios
  All the strange things
  They come and go, as early warnings
  Stranded starfish have no place to hide
  Still waiting for the swollen easter tide
  Theres no point in direction we cannot even choose a side.
  
  I took the old track
  The hollow shoulder, across the waters
  On the tall cliffs
  They were getting older, sons and daughters
  The jaded underworld was riding high
  Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky
  And as the nail sunk in the cloud, the rain was warm and soaked the crowd.
  
  Lord, here comes the flood
  Well say goodbye to flesh and blood
  If again the seas are silent
  In any still alive
  Itll be those who gave their island to survive
  Drink up, dreamers, youre running dry.
  
  When the flood calls,
  You have no home, you have no walls
  In the thunder crash
  Youre a thousand minds, within a flash
  Dont be afraid to cry at what you see
  The actors gone, theres only you and me
  And if we break before the dawn, theyll use up what we used to be.
  
  Lord, here comes the flood
  Well say goodbye to flesh and blood
  If again, the seas are silent
  In any still alive
  Itll be those who gave their island to survive
  Drink up, dreamers, youre running dry.

  
  

  Peter Gabriel

  
  

   

  
  

  
  

  THERE SHE WAS THIS LITTLE PUPPET

  
  

  QUIETLY SLEEPING

  
  

  [NO STRINGS ATTACHED]

  
  

  COMES

  
  

  THE PUPPETEER

  
  

  ABRUPTLY SHAKES HER DREAMS

  
  

  WAKING HER UP TO LIVING HELL

  
  

  WASHED

  
  

  DRESSED

  
  

  TRANSPORTED TO HER WHEEL CHAIR

  
  

  [NO STRINGS ATTACHED]

  
  

  NOR THE SCREAMS FOR HELP

  
  

  NOR THE FLOOD OF TEARS

  
  

  IMPRESSED THE PUPPETEER....

  
  

  TIME IS PRECIOUS ....

  
  

  [THERE'S NO TIME FOR CRYING PUPPETS WITHOUT ATTACHED STRINGS]

  
  

  Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

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