Imaginos
Album - 1988 - Debaser id 11215

The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Like acid and oil on a madman's face
His reason tends to fly away
Like lesser birds on the four winds
Like silver scrapes in May
And now the sand's become a crust
And most of you have gone away

Come Susie dear, let's take a walk
Just out there upon the beach
I know you'll soon be married
And you'll want to know where winds come from
Well it's never said at all
On the map that Carrie reads
Behind the clock back there you know
At the Four Winds Bar

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Four doors at the Four Winds Bar
Two doors locked and windows barred
One door to let to take you in
The other one just mirrors it

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hellish glare and inference
The other one's a duplicate
The Queenly flux, eternal light
Or the light that never warms
Or the light that never, never warms
Or the light that never
Never warms
Never warms
Never warms

The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Miss Carrie nurse and Susie dear
Would find themselves at Four Winds Bar

It's the nexus of the crisis
And the origin of storms
Just the place to hopelessly
Encounter time and then came me

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Call me Desdinova
Eternal light
These gravely digs of mine
Will surely prove a sight
And don't forget my dog
Fixed and consequent

Astronomy...a star (repeats)

Cornwall and the harbor
Where witches went mad more than once and
Until this day
In dreams at least
The lighthouse at Lost Christabel
Squat and hugely tilts
Upon the strand where Grandad's house was built
And having stood the test of time
The starry gale the bloody tide
Grandad's house though gaped with hooks
And filled with books
Could stand no more until
A certain prophecy
Once read - now stood
Before the world fulfilled

Now of these books in Grandad's keep
Some of them were new but mostly they were old
And the oldest was a scroll
A prophecy that read
When the riddle begins
The story will end

August the First 1892
And in the guise of destiny
Grandad quit Cornwall
"I'm a captain of a ship
My ship is charmed, and called Plutonia."

Stories on land, storms at sea
'Tween 1892 and '93
When Grandad sailed for Mexico

Ships charmed and ordinary
Sailed the glidepath to the sun
And when the sun proved false
As it always does
Some of them would be lost
And some would sail back home
It was no star
But a magna of illusion
I mean by that
The mirror found
In the chamber of jade grown like a seed
Deep within the ground
The mirror found
By one man
So on and off again
He sailed the Europe's rim
On and off, off and on
Until his time had come

Through tears and smiles
The last domain
The rods of broken crystal
On and off, and off again
Until his time had come
Late to the story that had been
But early to the riddle not yet begun

August the First 1893
The charmed ship Plutonia
Sailed like a ray into Cornwall
And none too soon it seems

That night the Captain's granddaughter
Would celebrate her birthday
"I've come a long way," said the Captain
"From Lost Christabel this night
Accompanied by my dog familiar
To blast your rafters with my surprise!
Granddaughter, it's a foreign mirror
Taken from the jungle by crime!"

Stories on land, storms at sea
'Tween 1892 and '93
When Grandad sailed for Mexico

When tables collapse
And floors have filled
And the party's over, it's all over
Sea-dogs and rockers will dwell on doom
I've warped the stuff of ground
What seems to be is not
Behind closed eyes
Realize your sight
Mine, granddaughter, proves a surprise
More light than sun
More dark than night then
More a snare than lust

Imaginos
Approached the sun
In August in New Hapshire
Singing songs
Nobody knew
And stories left undone

See this fish
His scales turned green
Under such a sun
Such a sun...............such a sun
such a sun...............such a sun
such a sun

A tongue and pale
Of Texas light
Descended on the border
While the bird
Called Buzzardo
Rattled the bones
He picked the flesh from

See this fish
His scales turned green
Under such a sun
Such a sun...............such a sun
such a sun...............such a sun
such a sun

Checking the sign of the Moonfleet
Roll your wheel with mine
Sometimes in the light of day
The truth proves hard to find
Actually this Buzzardo
Was Imaginos in disguise

In disguise

Ooo Imaginos
Ooo Imaginos
Ooo Ooo Ooo Imaginos
Ooo Imaginos
Ooo Imaginos
Ooo Ooo Ooo

Imaginos
Approached the sun
In August in New Hapshire
Singing songs
Nobody knew
And stories left undone

See this fish
His scales turned green
Under such a sun
Such a sun...............such a sun
such a sun...............such a sun
such a sun


I'm Buzzardo in Texas............Last chance
I'm a pinwheel in Vermont........Last chance
And gorge the Bungo Pony.........Last chance Laaast chance Last chance
I'm a rocker a roller and a spinner, too
Below that scene of subterfuge...Last chance Laaast chance Last chance
Which is
The last chance border...........Last chance Laaast chance Last chance
.................................Last chance Laaast chance Last chance
On the border....................Last chance Laaast chance Last chance
.................................Last chance Laaast chance Last chance
On the border....................Last chance Laaast chance Last chance
.................................Last chance Last chance
The last exit to Texas