A Passion Play (Edit #8)

''do you still see me even here

The silver cord lies on the ground

''and so I'm dead the young man said over the hill

Not a wish away

My friends

As one

All stand aligned although their taxis came

Too late

There wasa rush along the fulham road

There wasa hush in the passion play

Such a sense of glowing in the aftermathripe with rich attainments

All imaginedsad misdeeds in disarraythe sore thumb screams aloud

Echoing out of the passion play

All the old familiar choruses come crowding in a different key：

Melodies decaying in sweet dissonance

There was a rushalong the fulham roadinto the ever passion play

And who comes here to wish me well

A sweetly scented angel fell

She laid her head upon my disbelief and bathed me with her ever smile

And with a howl across the sand I go escorted by a band of gentlemen

In leather bound no one

But someone to be found

All along the icy wastes there are faces smiling in the gloom

Roll up roll down

Feeling unwound step into the viewing room

The cameras were all around

We've got you taped you're in the play

Heres your I d

Ideal for identifying one and all

Invest your life in the memory bank ours the interest and we

Thank you

The ice cream lady wet her drawers to see you in the passion play

Take the prize for instant pleasure

Captain of the cricket team

Public speaking in all weathers

A knighthood from a queen

All your best friends telephones never cooled from the heat of your hand

There'sa line in a front page story13 horses that also ran

Climb in your old umbrella

Does it have a nasty tear in the dome

Butthe rain only gets in sometimes andthe sun never leaves you alone

Lover of the black and white its your first night

The passion playgoes all the wayspoils your insight

Tell mehow the babys madehow the ladys laidwhy the old

Dog howls in sadness

And your little sisters immaculate virginity wings away on the bony

Shoulders of a young horse named george who stole surreptitiously

Into her geography revision

The examining body examined her body

Actor of the low high q let's hear your view

Peek at the lines upon your sleeves since your memory won't do

Tell mehow the babys gradedhow the ladys fadedwhy the old dogs

Howl with madness

All of this and some of that's the only way to skin the cat

And now you've lost a skin or two you're for us and we for you

The dressing room is right behind

We've got you taped you're in the play

How does it feel to be in the play

How does it feel to play the play

How does it feel to be the play

Man of passion rise again we won't cross you out for we do love

You like a son of that there's no doubt

Tell usis it you who are here for our good cheer

Orare we herefor the gloryfor the storyfor the gory satisfaction

Of telling you how absolutely awful you really are

There wasa rush along the fulham road

There wasa hush in the passion play