The Last of Eternity Songtext
von Cathal Coughlan

And the valleys will boil
smog-blur brown is the sea
bitter odours arise
in a cheap wooden kitchen.

And the bed′s in the yard
and the stove's there as well
Price-tags wave in the breeze
as he tells her, ′just listen,

Didn't you yearn for the permanent sunshine,
beautiful neighbours, high wages and cheap wine?
Pharmacy open 24 hours, credit of course, ma'am,
sweet in the sunshine, sour in the shade,
no human shell that can′t be bettered with a surgeon′s blade,

Numb with full elasticity
it's the Last of Eternity ′.


So she straightens and smiles
'I must go sell the car
′if it rains...?' he begins
she says, ′it doesn't'

Now he sits in the fog
on the steps of that home
shards of glass in his knuckles
so far, no further.

The guidebooks would term him ′ideally-placed′ here
for nightclubs, museums, colloquial Shakespeare.
There's an old Spanish graveyard, ten major pawnshops,
beaches and yacht clubs
and firing-ranges, protected by law,
where you can scale the barrier and sportsmen help you end it all

Range war in extremity
it′s the last of eternity...
Hope gets buried by the certainties
here at the last of eternity.