时间：2005-01-01
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The Siren Song (2005 Digital Remaster) - Van Der Graaf Generator
Letters in pencil
Some of them
As heavy as lead
As dated as carbon
As black
As coal but burning as red
Clues faintly stencilled
The message though leeched is unbled
As secret as marble
As young
As old as living
As dead
And always that laugh
That comes as though it's from pain
Though I'm lashed to the mast
Still it hammers round my brain
Laughter
In the backbone
Laughter
Impossibly wise
That same laughter that comes
Every time I flash on that look in your eyes
Whispers
Of a black zone
Which'll mock all my credos as lies
Where all logic is done
And time will smash every theory I devise
And the hour glass is shattered
Only by the magic of your touch
Where nothing really matters
No nothing matters very much
So the siren song runs through the ages
And it courses through my veins like champagne
And with all the sweet kisses of addiction
It's calling me to break my bonds again
Future memory exploding like shrapnel
Some splinters escape on my tongue
Some of them scar comprehension
Beneath the scab they burn but the wound becomes numb
And always the song draws me forward
Rejoicing in the search and the prayer
Bored with all but the mad
The strange
The freak the impossible dare
Still your laugh chills my marrow
Till I embrace it on my knees
When the mast becomes a flagpole
What becomes of me
What becomes oh what becomes of me
