Rags Mountsandel Songtext
von Aaron McMullan

In something like silence
Passing like ash in the wheeze of the breeze brushing through
The half dozen scrawls on the black harbour walls
The gon′ miss me, oh miss me, won't you?
And you in the swoon of a suffering gestures to all things and no things in turn
And all around, the hum of dawn light′s dreaming

And what's this he calls her, what's this she mouths to him
What′s this she cites ′fore she sings?
The breath that's in all that she says shooed away
Just cliché crashing through everything
Now empty, exhausted, and fumbling at chords
Pacing now this way, that way, now done
And oh Peggy Gordon, and oh sad misfortune came o′er me

Some stuff only makes sense in reverse
Here the wings of the last take
Take flight with the first
And things shapeless and senseless and gone
Find something like form
Something like form


Fall now in fire the one round the other
The flesh billowing 'bout their bones
The hope and the healing, all wild eyed and reeling
Now love me, now leave me alone
And choruses clattering, verses in bits
Now he sits gazing drunken and dumb
Touching the tongues of ones wore him once and wilted

Tramping Mountsandel Fort in the rain
Now there′s nothing has changed
But you're clarried and clabbered
And none of these sad songs is any the sadder
And nothing rings with the right kind of blue
Or means fuck all to anyone, even to you
Even to you

I followed the peal of my footfalls
Through cities where nobody knew me nor cared
Picking at pavings
Knowing that here where I am I can be anywhere
And I′m choosing to tilt to the tugging of times torn in terrible rage
Now in silence whip on
Whipping awake now, thankful for the waking
Whipping awake now, thankful for the waking
Whipping awake now
Thankful
For the waking