Jim Caroll - Work, Not Play Lyrics
The bell rings . . .It's a decade past my decadenceMy beast wears rings and he's waitingIn the shadows of my hesitations, my silentHesitations . . . each image is so clear;It seems i have no handsThe gestures of the air confuse all my demandsAnd the beast hears the bell; he comesOut of the shadows. he rips apart the shadows . . .And he says:"this is work and not play"And he says:"there's always more than one way . . .This is work not play"Refrain:I see the ghosts of my childhood . . .Dressed in blue, they trail me in the nightThey drive these cars with real upholsteryThey trail me until . . . here comes the nightShe was standing, standing on the balconyHer black, black eyes folded over her eyelidsLike sheets on motel beds . . .She must be eatin' redsThis place is filled with mirrorsIt echoes what she saidAnd she said:"i need a judgement day"and she said:"i know there's more than one way,But i want my judgement day . . ."Repeat refrainTo sleep without dreamsSo distant from the mirrorImitating clarity, disguisingAll the terror . . . i heard a thousand bellsFrom a thousand old cathedralsThey rang . . . i haven't heard them sinceA decade past my decadenceThe beast hears the bellI'm cursed to be a singerA singer of the flamesA thinker of a fireAnd a son without a name
