the Sphinx int和face

(Hammill)
I remember what it felt like at seventeen:
I was a cat, a snake, a lizard, a mouse.
Still got an interest in the limousine and a spouse and a brat, country house,
London flat.
Im gonna head for the island when the summers out,
Im gonna do all the stuff that
I can, drink like a fish in a waterspout -
Im a fan of the flow it began long ago
Im a man who should know it doesnt stop.
Theres so much to remember, so much to forget: were all in the possession of the future tense, but dont know it yet.
The flesh comes through the spirit, the spirit through the flesh... we look the
Sphinx in the face for answers and of course were really not impressed.
Were caught between age and beauty, experience and youth so we feel the need acutely for any kind of
Truth. Oh but we get copped some days, caught between options weve failed to play, such wasted chance.
So I join the wastrels dance: it has slow as well as fast movement and any change must be an improvement on simply fossilising, standing still.
I got a steady vocation for the
Quiet Zone,
I just cant wait for the song to be sung,
Im still possessed by the promise of the
Pleasure Dome
Youre so young, so oldd, such a drag to be told.
Youre so here, so gone, so near, so wrong, so queer, so strong
Such a drag to be told....