The Noise Peter Hammill

I loved the Noise
Electric breath;
Noise filled the emptiness
Roared in the emptiness

A noise to strip the paper clean off the wall
A noise to crack the masonry like a breaking-ball
The cutting edge of sonic, the wave that never breaks
And the heart and soul are pumping
Me awake, me awake, me awake

I loved the Noise
Shake to the core;
That's what the Noise is for

Nothing came of nothing except what was left behind
In the barrage of the bombard, under organ grind
I'm caught there in the moment, bug-eyed overnight drive
And the heart and soul are pumping
Me alive, me alive, me alive, me alive

And in the rush of the silence with my arms wrapped round me warm
I'm holding breath, impatient for the dark before the dawn...
Just at the crack of daylight that'll be the curtain torn
That'll be the ground in a forewarning murmur
Of the Noise, of the storm