black room

Van Der Graaf Generator

I was thinking about thinking
But it really didn t get me very far
So I thought I d throw a Tarot
But I only got the Priestess and the Star
There s a shadow cast between the future and the past
The room and I agree to buy some time
The cards don t tell truth nor lies
Only options and cusp lines
The furniture in the black room

I ve been thinking about acid
But, it seems, there s not a reason to believe
I don t make a vital breakthrough
And it walks me like a dog upon a lead
It s all unreal and, the way I feel
I d like to try and make it on my own
Going to the feelies is fine
I really have me a good pleasure cruise
But, deep in my mind
I m no better or worse, just open to the walls
Paint peels in the black of my room

I m only talking about myself, ordering the treasure shelf
Documenting these present feelings
as the future sets me reeling
What I ll be is what I am
I m simply trying not to sham or fake
Use vision as sense and not as crutch!
It doesn t matter all that much
Whatever happens we ll all survive
I m only trying not to pawn my life
When I m (maybe) old and strait-laced
Shall I then deny all that I feel?
In words of bitter compromise
Re-smelt the wrath that s in my eyes like steel?
Be a hermit then?
Or be a miser?
Be a man who hasn t managed yet to write his rules?
The Fool?
The future holds my hand in the room

Well, then, my ghosts shall steer down through the years
And lay a hand upon my soul
Like ice

(In the) Black Room... continued

I m feeling like a kid again
I m feeling like I just walked in the door
And with my head on fire
I wrote this song - I don t know who it s for
Hands held fast in camera
I ll swear I heard the Stammerer exclaim
I am a traveller, unraveller
I only live through pain, and shame, and change!
In my room, the secret tomb, I can see
Future forms, space time storms
They re all me
And I ve only got to choose!

In my head I am dead if I fall
In the trap
The subtle lap
Safety s pall
But I m living while I choose