letra de the cut - peter hammill
everything out of order
everything too well produced
from the conjuror’s hat –
let’s turn on the juice
to grind the cutting plane, the blade that gives an edge,
to scale the mountain; to fail upon the mountain ledge.
half-way up is half-way peaking,
the stroboscope locks the lathe;
i look around for a switch in phase…
the disco boom stands firm, the eight-track’s in, the rage
licks the present, quickly flips the future page.
check the deck: no marked cards,
no sequentialled straight or flush…
the dice won’t still the blood-line rush.
run the star-flood night, the cut-throat blade is stropped;
race your shadow… race in case your shadow stops.
everything so out of order
no bias on the playback head;
papers for the border –
all the tape is read,
the future burns my tongue, the noise-gates all are shut,
breathe the vacuum, believe there’s reason in the cut.
incipient white noise,
the stylus barely tracks,
the air controllers feed the stereo sonic smack.
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