the horrible fanfare / landslide / exoskeleton

ashes of ancients

the nations repainted

the chaingang chatelaine changing the station

the theme song playing

the anthem of normal

the horrible fanfare

the horns get distorted

on a public annoucement

the towns are impounded

where the order resounded

cowards towered around it

powerline buzzards surveilling the night

talons in flight

the fake horizons ignite

banality lives where hysteria kills

civilian jungles with malaria pills

animals bleed to buy a star from the night

avenue kids wear a scar like a stripe

send up a signal to the heavenly rescue

when the poison's coming from the person you're next to

let the voltage of thought pull the plug from the wound

'cause if the soul is a symptom

the condition is you

we know it's a letterbomb hand-me-down

this thought is a perjury blindfold

when she crawls from the himalayan rain

with the birds of prey and weapons on fire

she's ridin' a landslide down to me

cuttin' the shackles off of me

shakin' the dead birds from the trees

she's takin' the only air i breathe

iron lungs and a plate-glass sermon

don't call it death on the installment plan

she's pulling the armour on my back

raking the coals over the tracks

taking the knife out from the stack

she's bringing the blood that i have back

she's coming to see it's all a sin

she's coming to see the sun again

coming to wash it off again

coming to see herself again

coming to see herself again

coming to wash it off again

the weather reports from the bristol radio station for 0400 gmt

nw 4

slight showers

70 minutes

1 thousand and ten falling slowly

storm away

sws 3 resent rain

7 miles

1 thousand and 7 rising while slowly

lowick

west 4 resent showers

16 miles

1 thousand and 2

rising more slowly

i picture like an illuminated manuscript