Peepholes

The monk of chaos said he’ll play us a cassette*
That he made with Amadeus but we haven’t heard it yet
I suspect that he’s mad-wrecked on that stuff that I wrote him
Now it’ll take at least all week to unfold him
I told him
Slow down you’re burning more than nitro-glycerine
He wasn’t listening so now he’s stoned magnificent
See he went at it like an addict mad manic
Amsterdamic, don’t know what it is but he’s looking at it
We just come & go
Like reindeers in the snow
But they don’t see us though
We’re one & two like stereo
The sister of the lord she’s on her skateboard I see her
Flying down the corridors as she does her chores
360 degrees off the railings, she’s abseiling
She meta-morphs into an alien
And now she’s down in St. Martin’s crypt
She’s putting words to Beethoven’s 5th in the style of Patti Smith
I can still see were we used to live
We haven’t gone far enough
We just come & go
Like reindeers in the snow
But they don’t see us though
We’re one & two like stereo
We just come & go
Like peepholes in the snow
But they don’t see us though
We’re one & two like stereo