Текст песни The Great Elsewhere - Owen Pallett
Talking,
what's
it
good
for?
Absolutely
nothing.
Wrestle,
let's
wrestle.
You
can
pin
me
to
anything.
Thought
I
saw
you
in
the
seaweed.
Thought
I
saw
you
in
a
forest
flame.
I'll
fill
up
the
silence
with
the
sound
of
your
holy
name.
Knowledge
of
the
sea-ways,
knowledge
of
how
the
water
flows.
Whoever
coined
the
phrase
has
never
had
to
brave
the
snow.
I
climbed
the
shroud
to
the
top-sail
and
I
peeked
through
the
glass.
The
curvature
bisected
by
the
wintry
mizzen
mast.
The
scar
upon
my
stomach,
I
call
it
my
Flying
V.
And
every
time
I
show
it,
I
can
feel
your
eyes
on
me.
How
many
islands
will
surrender
to
the
blunderbuss?
And,
how
long
must
we
sail
before
you
show
your
face
to
us?
Followed
him
out
to
the
end
of
the
pier.
"Don't
come
any
closer,"
he
cried,
"I
am
afraid
Of
the
man
I'll
become
if
I
lay
my
Life
down
for
a
people
that
I
don't
even
care
for."
Face
to
his
face,
I
put
my
Hand
into
his
and
I
tried
to
tell
him,
"No,
I've
seen
his
work
upon
the
panes
of
cathedrals,
In
the
sweat
of
the
workers
and
the
flight
of
the
seagulls."
My
words
were
drowned
out
by
the
sound
Of
the
motors
and
rowers,
the
ship
as
it
ran
aground
And
from
the
trees
came
a
thousand
soldiers.
I
went
down
on
my
knees
with
a
spear
in
my
shoulder.
About
face,
about
face,
I
swam
back
To
the
Victoria.
I
shiver
with
the
Memory,
memory
of
the
island
dwellers
And
the
indifferences
of
the
Storyteller.
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