Nightman

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Peter Hammill - Pop, UK Folk

Nightman

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[Verse 1] At the dead of night, I woke With the sense that my dreams were escaping All uncannily unspoken Like words at the tip of a foreign tongue.... [Verse 2] As for language, I have none To express quite what strangeness overwhelms me: Something's changed and something tells me To be still in the roar of the distant stars The night's full of fire, ice and water; By day I'll have clay in my hands [Bridge] The book is open at a well-thumbed mark The odds are stacked that I'm facing Eyes grown accustomed to light and dark Can't catch the shadows they're chasing Open, my heart, to the vital spark – A disordered rhythm is racing It's a danse macabre I'm tracing [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] As the fire feeds the flame As the tongue finds expression in its flickering Does each breath inform a name To be dispersed just as soon as it's exhaled? Was it to myself I came Or to some other strange and parallel existence? Oh, will I ever see tomorrow To wake and begin it again? [Bridge] Open, the book at a well-read page Hope triumphs over expectation; Open, the secrets of seer and sage In awe-inspired anticipation.... [Bridge] Open, my mind in the body's cage Unchained in consecration; Open, my eyes, to the wider stage The firestorm of liberation – The night in conflagration The night in conflagration [Verse 4] With a shiver down my spine I come back to the place where I started; The sea of consciousness has parted But stranded is all that I feel for sure As nightsight declines into darkness By day there'll be clay in my hands I may feel the clay in my hands

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  • Peter Hammill