The Cut

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Everything out of order Everything too well produced From the conjuror's hat – Let's turn on the juice To grind the cutting plane, the blade that gives an edge To scale the mountain; to fail upon the mountain ledge [Verse 2] Half-way up is half-way peaking The stroboscope locks the lathe; I look around for a switch in phase... The disco boom stands firm, the eight-track's in, the rage Licks the present, quickly flips the future page [Verse 3] Check the deck: no marked cards No sequentialled straight or flush... The dice won't still the blood-line rush Run the star-flood night, the cut-throat blade is stropped; Race your shadow... race in case your shadow stops [Verse 4] Everything so out of order No bias on the playback head; Papers for the border – All the tape is read The future burns my tongue, the noise-gates all are shut Breathe the vacuum, believe there's reason in the cut [Verse 5] Incipient white noise The stylus barely tracks The air controllers feed the stereo sonic smack [Instrumental]
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Credits
- Writers
- Peter Hammill