Pram Lyrics

The Stars Are So Big, The Earth Is So Small... Stay As You Are

Loco

The train howls like a wolf in the night
The steel tracks are steel-traps
Snap, jawhinge shut on its wheels
Bleeding sparks as it screams

This is the train to your dreams
Travelling through your brain

Like insects, people scratch on the glass
Their pale skin and their faces changing
They hop from foot to foot trying to remain
Holding the straws of time in their fingers

Radio Freak In A Storm

When you speak your voice goes to outer space
My words a typhoon could suck the light out of a star
And all the satellites are Russian spies in 50's suits
Tampering my codes and interfering

With bleeps and hiss the sky eyes talk to themselves
Too many screens flicker and I'm blacked out
A radio freak in a storm at the edge of the dials
The burnt out smell of my selves disconnecting

At the small end of the telescope I squirm like a bug
Under scrutiny under glass that's thick for shortsighted distant objects
Swirling on my spinning chair, I can defy gravity
The centre of the Universe in my solar plexus

Loredo Venus

Guess he just walked out of the flames
Fringes on his jacket set alight from the spilled fuel from his ship
Embers of leather fell around his feet
Cast him in iron shadows cutting over the grass

And he held me in his arms and
Threw me hight up where he could show me
All of the stars, all of the planets
In a big whirl of air

Nobody saw him here but me
Lost in my throbbing brain caught like a startled bird
Gravity killed him very slow
Started at his feet and ran like ivy round his limbs

Milky

I'm shutdown
Waiting for red waves to crash over me
What I am is your worst fear
And in the shadows stands a giantess
Whose hands would caress you

A malignant tower
Could poison or comfort you
Just when I've learned to like my own voice
You frown
And I'm back with her menace

Dorothy

Come down in a windhouse
No sail and no mast
No rope they would only have hung me for
The disorder of the roof around my feet

Hole in my head for the chinook
A nail pierces my skull
And all the pans are mangled
You could only make misshapen food

Don't cry children
Mothers gone to Heaven

In Dreams You Too Can Fly

I spread my arms
In the sun
Dry the raindrops from my skin
But I'm flightless
Flightless

The Ray

She is a husk, could be blown away by the wind
Has no roots, no escape routes
Mould her with your calloused hands
And give her a magic seed
Something to call her very own

Make her a conjuror
Make her a God of someone's world

Her brain is a web of chains
Put there to hold her down
Each heartbeat spools the sticky thread out

A negative of every life
That throws its light into her shade
She's spinning it for Daddy

Cape St Vincent

The veins in his arms
Carry the light to the flickering screens of his eyes
If I could I would have the power of him
Light up my belly that´s hollow inside

If I could see
Where you see
I could do what you do
With the world
Spread at my feet
I could plan where to go

If I could stand and face the sea and not
be afraid of the sting of the salt
I would let the snakes crawl over my skin and
not fear the poison that other tongues talk