Psycho Drift - Shriekback

I can only move like this

Or can dream around

Flesh and bone and concrete talk

Never make a sound

Very little sense involved

Very few straight lines

Never any questions asked

Got a map inside

Psycho drift

Psycho drift

Through the parks and alleyways

Hopelessly amazed

Builder’s yards and lavender

Watch the mind at play

Underneath the railway arch

Night and day are one

Found a new world inbetween

The shadow and the sun

Psycho drift

Psycho drift

The hook, the horn, the robin and the worm

The wine, the cheese, the bottle and the barricade

The bride, the groom, the coffin and the nail

The dog, the drain, the paper and the cellophane

The iron, the moon, the railway and the door

The shit, the shop, the roses and the underpass

The coin, the cloth, the carpet and the drum

The rain, the dog, the bonfire and the photograph

Like the swallows in the winter

Like the swarming of the bees

Some blind and sure desire is motivating me

Call it poetry in motion

Call it energy at play

Call it spirit into matter

Makes no difference what they say

Psycho drift

Psycho drift

Psycho drift

Psycho drift

The hook, the horn, the robin and the worm

The wine, the cheese, the bottle and the barricade

The bride, the groom, the coffin and the nail

The dog, the drain, the paper and the cellophane

The iron, the moon, the railway and the door

The shit, the shop, the roses and the underpass

The coin, the cloth, the carpet and the drum

The rain, the dog, the bonfire and the photograph

The hook, the horn, the robin and the worm

The wine, the cheese, the bottle and the barricade

The bride, the groom, the coffin and the nail

The dog, the drain, the paper and the cellophane

The iron, the moon, the railway and the door

The shit, the shop, the roses and the underpass

The coin, the cloth, the carpet and the drum

The rain, the dog, the bonfire and the photograph