Текст песни Traintime (Live) - Peter Hammill
Along
the
tracks
the
wires
are
humming
In
bursts
of
code
like
far-off
drums...
Fathering
the
message:
Further
up
the
line
Someone's
shouting
Down
the
passage
of
time.
The
corridor
restrains
the
window,
No
view
without
the
eye
within...
Bold
upon
the
threshold
But
holding
on
the
line
We're
shouting
Down
the
passage
of
time.
Relatives
speak
on
the
phone,
on
the
train,
Talking
before
they
have
thought
to
explain;
Voices
pitched
wildly
on
tracks
in
the
night
Can't
pick
the
pace
up
Oh
let
there
be
light!
How
light
becomes
the
soul!
You
know
yourself
the
centre
of
attention,
You
see
yourself
the
locus
of
event...
I'm
sorry
if
it's
painful
quarrying
the
lime,
Stage
centre,
shouting
down
The
passage
of
time.
The
corridor
retains
its
shadows,
Its
secrets
compartmentalised...
Damping
down
on
ambience,
Clamp
the
teeth
and
grind,
Shouting
down
the
passage
of
time!
What's
there
to
see
or
make
clear?
What's
there
to
know
When
the
voice
is
right
here?
What's
there
to
promise
or
vow?
What's
to
believe,
when
the
time
is
right
now?
Relatives
spoke
on
the
phone,
on
the
train,
Talking
before
they
had
sought
to
refrain;
Voices
projected,
spears
in
mid-flight
Frozen
forever...
oh
let
there
be
light!
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