[00:00.00]Sometimes it's very scary here,
[00:11.68]Sometimes it's very sad,
[00:23.22]Sometimes I think I'll disappear;
[00:33.96]Betimes I think I have.
[00:45.04]There's a line snaking down my mirror,
[00:55.02]splintered glass distorts my face
[01:05.11]and though the light is strong and strange
[01:15.33]it can't illuminate the musty corners of this place.
[01:27.69]There is a lofty, lonely, Lohengrenic castle in the clouds;
[01:37.80]I draw my murky meanings there
[01:48.08]but seven years' dark luck is just around the corner
[01:57.69]and in the shadows lurks the spectre of Despair.
[02:12.24]A cracked mirror 'mid the drapes of the landing:
[02:20.24]split image, labored understanding...
[02:28.55]I'm only trying to find a place to hide my home.
[03:15.39]I've lived in houses composed of glass
[03:17.41]where every movement is charted
[03:19.23]but now the monitor screens are dark
[03:21.17]and I can't tell if silent eyes are there.
[03:23.74]My words are spiders upon the page,
[03:25.73]they spin out faith, hope and reason -
[03:27.76]but are they meet and just, or only dust
[03:30.10]gathering about my chair?
[03:33.34]Sometimes I get the feeling
[03:35.10]that there's someone else there:
[03:37.69]the faceless watcher makes me uneasy;
[03:41.38]I can feel him through the floorboards,
[03:43.17]and His presence is creepy.
[03:45.36]He informs me that I shall be expelled.
[03:49.74]What is that but out of and into?
[03:53.03]I don't know the nature of the door that I'd go through,
[03:56.92]I don't know the nature of the nature
[03:58.74]that I am inside ....
[04:07.72]I've lived in houses of brick and lead
[04:09.99]where all emotion is sacred
[04:11.71]and if you want to devour the fruit
[04:13.90]you must first sniff at the fragrance
[04:16.23]and lay your body before the shrine
[04:18.25]with poems and posies and papers
[04:20.17]or, if you catch the ruse, you'll have to choose
[04:22.37]to stay, a monk, or leave, a vagrant.
[04:25.70]What is this place you call home?
[04:29.51]Is it a sermon or a confession?
[04:32.70]Is it the chalice that you use for protection?
[04:36.10]Is it really only somewhere you can stay?
[04:39.31]Is it a rule-book or a lecture?
[04:42.67]Is it a beating at the hands of your Protector?
[04:46.52]Does the idol have feet of clay?
[04:50.37]Home is what you make it,
[04:52.78]so my friends all say,
[04:58.49]but I rarely see their homes in these dark days.
[05:06.32]Some of them are snails
[05:08.75]and carry houses on their backs;
[05:16.41]others live in monuments
[05:19.67]which, one day, will be racks.
[05:25.68]I keep my home in place
[05:27.91]with sellotape and tin-tacks;
[05:33.50]but I still feel there's some other Force here....
[05:42.15]He who cracks the mirrors and moves the walls
[05:49.23]keeps staring through
[05:51.30]the eye-slits of the portraits in my hall.
[05:57.32]He ravages my library and taps the telephone.
[06:06.78]I've never actually seen Him,
[06:08.92]but I know He's in my home
[06:16.16]and if he goes away,
[06:21.16]I can't stay here either.
[06:28.98]I believe...er ...I think...
[06:39.34]well, I don't know ......
[07:42.31]I only live in one room at a time,
[07:47.20]but all of the walls are ears and all the windows, eyes.
[07:52.26]Everything else is foreign,
[07:54.48]'Home' is my wordless chant :
[07:57.08]mmmmmaah!
[07:59.02]Give it a chance!
[08:38.62]I am surrounded by flesh and bone,
[08:40.51]I am a temple of living,
[08:42.65]I am a hermit, I am a drone,
[08:44.63]and I am boring out a place to be.
[08:47.67]With secret garlands about my head
[08:49.56]unearthly silence is broke,
[08:51.44]the room is growing dark, and in the stark light
[08:54.64]I see a face I know.
[08:57.19]Could this be the guy who never shows
[09:00.62]the cracked mirror what he's feeling,
[09:03.61]merely mumbles prayers to the ground where
[09:06.29]he's kneeling:
[09:07.62]"Home is home is home is home is home is home is me!"?
[09:11.51]All you people looking for your houses,
[09:14.32]don't throw your weight around,
[09:15.86]you might break your glasses
[09:18.22]and if you do, you know you just can't see,
[09:22.26]and then how are you to find
[09:25.23]the dawning of the day?
[09:30.57]Day is just a word I use
[09:34.62]to keep the dark at bay
[09:39.09]and people are imaginary, nothing else exists
[09:48.03]except the room I'm sitting in,
[09:50.02]and, of course, the all pervading mist
[09:55.06]sometimes I wonder if even that's real.
[10:10.27]Maybe I should de-louse this place,
[10:21.22]Maybe I should de-place this louse,
[10:31.80]Maybe I'll maybe my life away
[10:42.98]In the confines of this silent house.
[10:53.91]Sometimes it's very scary here,
[11:04.37]Sometimes it's very sad,
[11:14.39]Sometimes I think I'll disappear,
[11:25.37]Sometimes I think ..... I....