(I woke up thinking about Turkish drummers It didn't take long -- I don't know much about Turkish drummers -- But it made me think of Germany and the guy who sold me cigarettes Who'd been in the Afghan secret police Who made the observation that it's hard to live
Then I was reminded of the proprietor of a Vietnamese restaurant in Quebec who used to be head of the secret police in Da Nang -- And it occurred to me that I was thinking all this stuff to keep from thinking about something else... Isn't that just what secret police are all about???)
Somebody stands in a window
Watches the river roll
Trains rumble in the foreground
With the weight of approaching dawn
Flames from the refinery
Rise broken, red and riveting
And the high vault of heaven
Looks far away and cold
There's howling in the factory yard
There's pounding in my head
I'm swollen up with unshed tears
Bloated like the dead.........
Blood and ashes--time burning
On the skyline dark against the stars
A solitary horseman--waiting
Lashed to the wheel
Whipping into the storm
Get up Jonah
It's your time to be born
Then I was reminded of the proprietor of a Vietnamese restaurant in Quebec who used to be head of the secret police in Da Nang -- And it occurred to me that I was thinking all this stuff to keep from thinking about something else... Isn't that just what secret police are all about???)
Somebody stands in a window
Watches the river roll
Trains rumble in the foreground
With the weight of approaching dawn
Flames from the refinery
Rise broken, red and riveting
And the high vault of heaven
Looks far away and cold
There's howling in the factory yard
There's pounding in my head
I'm swollen up with unshed tears
Bloated like the dead.........
Blood and ashes--time burning
On the skyline dark against the stars
A solitary horseman--waiting
Lashed to the wheel
Whipping into the storm
Get up Jonah
It's your time to be born