1.
life is but a dream
life is but a dream
life is but a dream
life is but a dream
life is but a dream
life is but a dream
life is but a dream
life is but a dream
life is but a dream
life is but a dream
2.
I make the air fall apart
around me
now as the petals are no nore
a corroding, shrinking stalk remains
bereft of his blooms
and the ultimate cruelty of loves pinions
beset his appearance
beset his appearance
no king could replenish his state
now browning, sinking, dying
a thousands deaths
a thousands deaths
a thousands deaths
3.
terry sat up
and hugged the army surplus bag
around his skinny waist
it was cold
and the person beside himhad faded badly
legs apart his eyes lit up
the sky's gone out- the sky, the sky-
the sky's gone out
4. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
5. The Sky's Gone Out
The snoring and the 'Baby' poem is my Dad - Derek Tompkins, who was the recording engineer. Apparently he kept falling asleep in the studio, so Bauhaus turned the microphone on him!