Peter Hammill: Unrehearshed

Time for the unrehearsed entrance. show show a leg you can break, down the cocktail while it's laughing at you for heaven's sake... I can't be your protector from these deliberate mistakes. Between the "can't" and the "maybe" a lifetime's hovering in the wings: grasp the nettle, bite the bullet push your own buttons and pull your own strings. Name your poison while you've got the power, 100 proof. I can't be your protector from self-neglect or abuse. This is not a rehearsal and fear is not an excuse. And if you won't step out on the boards you'll find your place already on the shelf - you can only find the sum of your parts yourself. Unprepared and unready, is that an excuse or point of view? You can block out the words in anagrammatical sword play but it's your own life you'll be running though. Time to drink a cocktail of your own invention for pity's sake. I can't be your protector, I won't be there when you wake to honour all the hidden intentions in your deliberate mistakes, behind your deliberate mistakes. Deliberation could be mistaken for coldness of the heart; Procrastination won't get you anywhere except aloof and apart; what's the golden opportunity on here for - isn't it just this? Go! Start! Unrehearsed and unready that's what we are, what we've all been cast into... It's not four square, the beat's unsteady but this is this and making something of it's up to you. An unexpected exit's always waiting although you think it's something you'll bluff your way through. Spit that wooden spoon out of your mouth and eat up - the moment's long overdue. Take your medicine and face whatever the future brings I can't be your protector, can't keep you under my wing. This is not a rehearsal, this is the real thing this is the real thing. This is for real.