God damn Europeans
take me back to beautiful England
and the grey damp filthiness of ages and battered books
and fog rolling down behind the mountains
on the graveyards and dead sea captains
let me walk through the stinking alleys
to the music of drunken beatings
past the Thames river glistening
like gold hastily sold for nothing
nothing
let me watch nightfall on the river
the moon rise up and turn to silver
the sky move, the ocean shimmer
the hedge shake, the last living rose
quiver
I've seen and done things I want to forget
I've seen soldiers fall like lumps of meat
blown and shot out beyond belief
arms and legs were in the trees
I've seen and done things I want to forget
coming from an unearthly place
longing to see a woman's face
instead of the words that gathered pace
the words that maketh murder
these, these, these are the words
murder
I've seen and done things I want to forget
I've seen a corporal whose nerves were shot
climbing behind the fierce, gone sun
I've seen flies swarming everyone
soldiers fell like lumps of meat
these are the words, the words are these
death lingering and stunk
flies swarming everyone
over the whole summit peak
flesh quivering in the heat
this was something else again
our fear cannot explain
the words that make, the words that make
murder
I met a very nice looking girl yesterday. We exchanged a couple of words, and made eye contact for a few seconds, so I'd say it's getting pretty serious.