Tonalité : B minor
Verse 1
Bm
Windowless. Mah shack
is windowless.
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Bm
Once there was a window
– three, in fact –
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but ah sealed them up with planks.
Bm
Ah cemented the ledges in broken
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Bm
bottles, just in case .
A#
Bm
With the trapdoor in the ceiling
A#
shut and the front door
Bm
closed and the padlocks,
bolts and chains checked,
ah could render the panting interior
D
almost void of light,
C
penetrated only by the steam
Bm
ing needles and fast fins,
the guillotines and steak knives of leaked
light – sun- silver lances,
like ah was the bikini- clad assistant
in some
G
A#
magician's trick gone horribly wrong.
Bm
Yes! Sometimes ah would watch steely sunlight,
ragged,
serrated, saw me in half.
Ah spent an afternoon plugging the major leaks
with plaster but the
minor clefts, pocks and crannies,
G
the sly seeps and trickles,
Bm
the countless chinks in mah castellated armour,
ah left unhindered.
Perforations. Air holes hammered in the lid of mah
coop. Of mah coffin.
If the beasts were up to it
D
we would talk.
Bm
In this hushed, sepulchral stillness,
with the air putrid, septic,
heady and receptive,
a lot of thought waves got moved around.
Rat chat, crackling cat shriek, snake
hissance and lizard fizz,
G
chipping rabbit blather,
Bm
G
Bm
hare air, bug thrum –
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beast din, muzzled, telepathic.
Bm
A#
Bm
O but the drooling dog thoughts – dull,
belligerent, doped,
full of mean transmission – blood, meat,
G
sex and so on.
Bm
G
Lame, cock- eyed hill- bitches, agitated in
Bm
to a perpetual state of oestrus,
turning mean,
D
nasty, as they frot and butt and rut and
Bm
G
hump in the ordure and straw,
D
G
gnash and grabble in their squatting capsules
Bm
on the floor.
When their murgeoning got out of hand,
ah would give them a goofball.
G
Bm
A calmative. OK – a comative.
One part water. One part White Jesus.
Half to one powdered sedative.
Never failed.
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Bm
A bowl or two of that – they lapped
it up – and they'd be goo- gooing
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like sucklings, all pooped out.
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Bm
All the mad air slaked.
The feral static,
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Bm
the hate waves abated.
G
Ah would sit and nod and nanny these
Bm
lumpen fadges of incumbent dun g.
There were no in- between moods.
No slippers brought to the bedside.
No hobble around the block.
Either those brutes were
in a state of high coma
or they were coming at your face.
G
But that's the way they had
to be.
Bm
That's the way ah wanted it.
G
Bm
It's the way God had it organized.
G
That pack of riggish bitches
Bm
and low bloods –
O they will get their chance
to make good.
Like me. They will have
G
their moment of Glory too.
Bm
And very soon,
ah think, and very soon.
G
Let the sleeping dogs lie. But don't
Bm
be lieve a word they say.
Ah am the Truth. Ah am the Light.
Every dog has its day.
G
Ah am having mine
Verse 2
Bm
now.
G
Mah time is nigh.
Bm
G
Bm
You're too late, Mister Hay- Rake,
Mister Spade.
Ah said, hey boss, take up that cross
and put on your walking shoes.
G
Yes, you lose, Mister Noose.
Today belongs to me! Not thee!
Bm
Me! Me! This day is mine!
D
Bm
Into the ranks of the elite ah climb,
saying,
Bm
'This is the last day! This is the last
day! The last day is mine!'
There are plenny others, brothers.
Bm
G
Take your pick. Take your hoe.
Bm
Take your god damn gallow.
Leave this day alone. Sift
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through all your yesterdays.
Bm
Don't count on your tomorrows.
Bm
Ah can see them coming and it's
not a pretty sight.
The fear is here. The fright. Here is the night.
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