Wounded Lands: House of Fractured Poses

House of Fractured Poses

(Chorus)
The moon’s a mirror shining daylight
Into the morbid gallery
Of a house of fractured poses
Where joy’s become an absentee

The cars are parking and guest arriving
In garters you still lie in bed
The powder thick upon your face now
In portrait we’re already dead
Laughing at wine spilt on the table
Over china and silver and flesh
We dip are eyes into the crystal bent lights
To thoughts of what is really left

A wolf is pacing in the vineyard
With a thirst to hear you play
Your harpsichord in these lonely hours
The restless nights, the endless days
By your bed there lay a novella
A Spanish tail of longing lust
And as the maimed pups return from battle
Your words of comfort fall like dust

(Repeat chorus)

When you were swimming in the river
Did you believe you were not seen?
Or was it the thrill of his eyes so young?
The thought of haunting all his dreams?
With your skin like smooth sun dried stones
White marble carved with father’s care
Your eyes drink the emerald canopy
While he drinks till drunken and impaired

Who were you chasing in that black coach
Down through the foggy cobble streets
With a fever in your features
That would soak that evening’s sheets?
What were those papers you were burning?
Who is the name you call in sleep?
When you go down to the old cypress
Tell me, why do you always weep?

(Repeat chorus)

I hear a thunder in the darkness
The city lights have a new glow
There’s a black tower in the night sky
And oh, the howling, how it grows
Laughing at wine spilt on the table
Over china and silver and flesh
I can’t see need now to sign up for war
I feel one’s already at my doorstep