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Candle - Peter Hammill

"Look at the candle, as its life is bought, as the wick just rolls over and dies; look at the wax-drops as they cease from their goal and the game they were playing loses its joy and the youth which they"

Happy - Peter Hammill

"How was it that we first met? I forget, all I know is you looked happy. We walked around and talked a while; in your smile I found that I was happy. I want to tell you, it seems the thing"

Mediaevil - Peter Hammill

"God lives in the cathedral, or so the Archbishop states... all fealty to the Church, all power to the state! Gold keys to the cathedral, they go with the bishop's cowl; he lives a spiritual life of material"

A Motor-Bike In Afrika - Peter Hammill

"A motor-bike in Afrika, yeah, he's riding the white line, oblivious of snakes stretched out across the way like trip-wire, shouting "The road is mine!" Tracing the line of the Skeleton Coast, ghost riders"

The Cut - Peter Hammill

"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"

Palinurus (Castaway) - Peter Hammill

"Oh, I'm looking for a white note to consolidate the key, like the pilot of a night boat in a strange, uncharted sea: Palinurus, as unsure as he can be of his direction... hell, this section's all Greek"

My Favourite - Peter Hammill

"In my time I've told a lie or two, I've been a deceiver, but believe me what I now say is true. There's no other way I can express what I'm thinking of: You're my favourite, you're the one that I love. It's"

Confidence - Peter Hammill

"Behind the smile of confidence somewhere you'll find the wanted man blank-faced and wary of conversation with himself. Around the ring of confidence they're dancing to a different tune; the others seem"

Sleep Now - Peter Hammill

"Sleep now: another day in your young lives is done, go to sleep now. Tomorrow brave new worlds will surely come, and trouble deep; you're such a wonder, such a mystery to me. Somewhere your future friends"

Hemlock - Peter Hammill

"Here it comes up on the screen, the propaganda of the military-industrial machine. By now we find there's little choice: when our masters tell us "smile" we rejoice. With the nuclear shield safely in place we're"

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