Текст песни hammill peter - In The Black Room
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I was thinking about thinking but it really didn`t get me very far,so I thought I`d throw a Tarot but I only got the Priestess and the Star.There`s a shadow cast between the future and the past:the room and I agree to buy some time...The cards don`t tell truth nor lies,only options and cusp linesthe furniture in the black room.I`ve been thinking abour acid, but, it seem there`s not a reason tobelieve.I don`t make a vital breakthrough and it walks me like a dog upon a lead.It`s all unreal and, the way I feel,I`d like to try and make it on my own...Going to the feeling is find:I really have me a good pleasure cruise.But, deep in my mind,I`m no better or worse, just open to the walls.Paint peels in the black of my roomI`m only talking about myself, ordering my treasure shell,documenting these present feelings as the future sets me reeling...What I`ll be is what I am,I`m simply trying not to sham or fake.Use vision as sense and not as crutch!It doesn`t mateer all that much;whatever happens we`ll all survive.I`m only trying not to pawn my life.When I`m (maybe) old and strait-laced, shall I then deny all that I feel?In words of bitter compromise, re-smelt the wrath that`s in my eyeslike steel?Be a hermit then?Or be a miser?Be a man who hasn`t managed yet to write his rules?The Fool?The future holds my hand in the room...Well, then my ghosts shall steer down through the yearsand lay a hand upon my soullike ice.