
A Louse is Not a Home (Live at L’Altro Mondo, Rimini, Italy/ 1975) Van der Graaf Generator
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[Verse 1]
Sometimes it's very scary here, sometimes gets very sad
Sometimes I think I'll disappear; betimes I think I have
There's a line snaking down my mirror
Splintered glass distorts my face
And though the light is strong and strange
It can't illuminate the musty corners of this
There is a lofty, lonely, Lohengrenic castle in the clouds;
I draw my murky meanings there
And seven years' dark luck is just around the corner
And in the shadows lurks the spectre of Despair
[Bridge 1]
A cracked mirror 'mid the drapes of the landing:
Split image, labored understanding...
I'm only trying to find a place to hide my home
[Break]
[Chorus 1]
I've lived in houses composed of glass
Where every movement is charted
But now the monitor screens are dark
And I can't tell if silent eyes are there
My words are spiders upon the page
They spin out faith, hope and reason -
But are they meet and just, or only dust
Gathering about my chair?
Sometimes it's very scary here, sometimes gets very sad
Sometimes I think I'll disappear; betimes I think I have
There's a line snaking down my mirror
Splintered glass distorts my face
And though the light is strong and strange
It can't illuminate the musty corners of this
There is a lofty, lonely, Lohengrenic castle in the clouds;
I draw my murky meanings there
And seven years' dark luck is just around the corner
And in the shadows lurks the spectre of Despair
[Bridge 1]
A cracked mirror 'mid the drapes of the landing:
Split image, labored understanding...
I'm only trying to find a place to hide my home
[Break]
[Chorus 1]
I've lived in houses composed of glass
Where every movement is charted
But now the monitor screens are dark
And I can't tell if silent eyes are there
My words are spiders upon the page
They spin out faith, hope and reason -
But are they meet and just, or only dust
Gathering about my chair?
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