[01:48.30]Anyway murder they say
[02:06.12]Please murder
[02:06.42]My face was watching braille dogs
[02:07.05]Hammering out belonging to the sky
[02:08.91]Their wings form shutters
[02:16.14]From Alan's window
[02:32.04]The incense drifts past the skins and shells
[02:41.19]Ruby waves goodbye
[02:42.48]And runs to the valleys
[02:42.96]That are beautiful
[02:43.41]And drenched with rain and colours
[02:45.06]And green was that blood then
[02:45.72]The sap of monsoons and butterflies
[02:48.57]When I was small the red flowers opened
[02:49.92]And I broke letters and dreamed
[02:50.82]Or murder and nations and Crowley's jazz
[02:52.59]4 or 5 decades later
[02:57.72]I am some Egyptian face
[02:58.20]Was I in Luxor carving my name?
[02:58.89]Was I binding cats with kindness and saws?
[03:03.24]The green glass stinks with ash
[03:03.87]In the broken windows
[03:04.35]Remembered bodies
[03:04.86]Fill the streets with novels
[03:07.50]And the brave boys pass by
[03:08.01]In brave pontoons
[03:14.01]And mark graves
[03:14.37]With pebbles that sink and shriek jingles
[03:17.25]What was the lie in your showboat?
[03:19.11]Or your slowboat? Were the paperweights
[03:19.86]Calling you to statis? Or murder?
[03:20.55]Was your soul at KostKutters or Kwiksavers?
[03:21.54]The cats lie under pink lights
[03:33.15]And see themselves as ponies with fur
[03:40.32]Whilst Judas arises 4 centuries too late
[03:41.40]And says ecce homo an
[03:41.97]I was not the creator at the dawn or evening
[03:49.74]But the trains walk by to Toytown
[03:50.40]And call for fares from the wooden front
[03:51.27]You and I were walking the calypso
[03:51.96]Howling for teatime
[03:52.35]At teatime the conquistadors and matadors
[03:53.37]Are salvators and astronauts
[03:55.17]The sea was bloody red and coupled with fury
[03:56.46]Anyway murder they say
[04:16.98]Anyway murder