paroles de chanson Perfect Pose - Peter Hammill
Upon
Charles
Bridge
he's
frozen
in
a
gesture,
Looks
like
he's
waiting
for
a
moment
to
arrive,
Some
special
currency
to
connect
him
to
the
zeitgeist...
Snakes
alive!
He's
traipsed
around
the
towns,
the
landmarks
of
Old
Europe,
Looking
to
link
between
the
present
and
the
past
And
here
at
last
he
feels
ghosts
crowding
in
around
him
For
the
photograph.
All
that
he
wants
to
be
An
image
of
mystery;
A
backdrop,
a
profile,
a
choice
location,
Feeding
his
imagination.
Instead
of
memories
to
hold
him
in
the
game
He'd
rather
wrap
time's
frame
around
him.
No
need
for
memories,
they
all
feel
much
the
same,
He'd
rather
stay
in
character.
A
centre
spread
in
a
paper,
An
unpicked
thread
in
a
magazine.
He's
lost
himself
in
being
here
so
often.
Though
life's
got
harder
as
the
focus
softened.
He's
made
his
only
purpose
the
pursuit
Of
posing
for
the
perfect
photograph.
Out
of
shot
the
light's
bleeding
And
time
comes
apart
at
the
seams.
He'll
disappear,
it's
nearly
time,
The
shutter's
opening.
And
now
exposure's
come,
Chiaroscuro
And
he's
all
transparency
in
the
aperture,
Gone
to
the
ghosts.
They'll
hold
him
close,
Metamorphosed
In
the
perfect
pose.
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