Kayo Dot - Vision Adjustment To Another Wavelength Lyrics
Oh, the dust and the dust and the dustThe ages of neglect by theCover of rustThe stone was alive, he could feel itBreathing beneath his handsOn the table in the kitchenBy the light from the lampBurning high with olive oilHe touched the stone, like ice from the skyLike ice from the eyes of the hangmanHe touched the stone and wondered at itCaressed the coarse rock and was humbled by itAnd he knew not whyWhy the others hated the stone from the skyThis gem that felt warm amidst all the coldThe breathing and pulsing of life in the stoneAnd he put out the lamp and crawled into bedAnd dreamt of the stone and a treeAnd the tree grew up from the stoneWatered with blood in a watering canThe blood of the penThe pride of the poet lashed to his miseryAnd up into heaven, a fathomless treeWhere it bore forth wonderful fruitThe fruit of the stars from the womb of the EarthAnd he awoke amidst the shudders and sighsThe tears that drip-drip from a faucet of eyesAnd he saw the poem written before himBy the olive oil lamp in the kitchenOf a seed blown far by the winds of the spacesTo the far-off planet and its secret placesTo the home of the anguished and longingThe hope of the hopeless, the name of the nameless