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Everything out of order*
Everything too well produced
From the conjuror's hat -
Let's turn on the juice
To grind the cutting plane, the blade that gives an edge,
To scale the mountain; to fail upon the mountain ledge.
Half-way up is half-way peaking,
The stroboscope locks the lathe;
I look around for a switch in phase...
The disco boom stands firm, the eight-track's in, the rage
Licks the present, quickly flips the future page.
Check the deck: no marked cards,
No sequentialled straight or flush...
The dice won't still the blood-line rush.
Run the star-flood night, the cut-throat blade is stropped;
Race your shadow... race in case your shadow stops.
Everything so out of order
No bias on the playback head;
Papers for the border -
All the tape is read,
The future burns my tongue, the noise-gates all are shut,
Breathe the vacuum, believe there's reason in the cut.
Incipient white noise,
The stylus barely tracks,
The air controllers feed the stereo sonic smack.
- Álbum:
- Peter Hallock: Countertenor Recital (1975)
- Live at Rockpalast, Hamburg 1981
- Other World
- Consequences
- Thin Air
- Miscellaneous
- Fireships
- The Fall Of The House Of Usher
- Out Of Water
- Patience
- Sitting Targets
- A Black Box
- PH7
- The Future Now
- Over
- The Silent Corner And The Empty Stage
- In Camera
- Chameleon in the Shadow of the Night
- The Love Songs
- Refugees: A Charisma Records Anthology 1969-1978