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Code of light. The eye is sick. Pluck it out. The doctor removes the eye to save the body. To do this, he must sever the optic nerve connecting the eye with the brain. Before anesthesia, it was often reported that the pass of the scalpel created light instead of pain.

Gradually, objects are constructed outside the body.

Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's
claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
& loose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant family

Riders on the storm, riders on the storm,
into this house we're born, into this world we're thrown
like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan
Riders on the storm.

There's a killer on the road, his brain is squiming like a toad.
Take a long holiday, let your children play.
If you give this man a ride, sweet family will die.
Killer on the road ...

(...)

For seven years I dwelt
In the loose palace of exile.
Playing strange games
With the girls of the island.
Now I have come again
To the land of the fair & the strong & the wise.
Brothers & sisters of the pale forest
O children of Night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
Now Night arrives with her purple legion.
Retire now to your tents & to your dreams.
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth.
I want to be ready.

Miss Maggie M'Gill she lived on a hill,
her daddy got drunk and left her no will.
So she went down to Tangie Town,
people down there
really like to get it on.

Now, if you're sad and you're feelin' blue,
go out and buy a brand-new pair of shoes
And you go down, down to Tangie Town,
the people down there
really like to get it on,
get it on.

Well my room is so cold
you know you don't have to go my babe
and if you warm it up right
I'm gonna love you tonight, my love.

Well, I'm glad that we came
I hope you're feeling the same
Who scared you
and why were you born - Please stay.

I see your rider coming down the road
got a virgin carrying a heavy load
one sack of silver and one bag of gold.

Your ballroom days are over, baby, night is drawing near,
shadows of the evening grow across the year.
You walk across the floor with a flower in your hand,
trying to tell me no one understands
trading your house for a handful of dimes.
Gonna make it, baby, in our prime,
get together one more time,
get together one more time,
get together one more time,
get together one more time.

This is the end, beautiful friend.
This is the end, my only friend, the end.
It hurts to set you free, but you'll
never follow me.
The end of laughter and soft lies,
the end of nights, we tried to die,
this is the end.