Lamia

It's William Morris on my duvet cover
I look into the closed eyes of my lover
Every morning of my life, I wait to feel alive
When it comes, when it comes, it never does arrive
Wandering the town that'll be there forever
With a deep sulk on, endeavour to endeavour
Light fades, night comes, one, two, three
Oh tell me what to be, what to be, what to be
I make another tea, one of ten varieties
And I open up the drawer and examine all the keys
Of the tenants who are gone, when they had to change the locks
For crazy ex-partners who came to a stop
I go back to bed in a sea of flowers
It must be what I ate 'cause I've lost all my powers
I'll get them back on the morrow from Pan
But don't go testing me in the meantime, man

Honesty rides saddle backwards
When I dreamt we kissed and trembled
Silver planet of eve and morning
Please yourself in sad forlorning

I didn't like my job so I took drugs
With my old school mates who I used to give hugs
Made my own bread but it very rarely rose
I will never be a baker and that's the way it goes
In the morning I'm blind without a Nurofen Plus
Or an equivalent un-branded one that's not suss
Made my own drum from a flat pack kit
But spent a fucking fortune on all the other bits
Like an f-clamp, drill heads, wood glue, nails
I got myself a way into economies of scale
If it all falls through I will be a drum man
With a flat full of shit but at least I'll have a plan
I copied this from Martha My Dear
Which I listen to a lot but I barely got near
To the magic melody of the famous song
Shame it's not as cool as Long Long Long

Honesty rides saddle backwards
When I dreamt we kissed and trembled
Silver planet of eve and morning
Please yourself in sad forlorning

Of all the Gods, whose dreadful images
Here represent their shadowy presences
May pierce them on the sudden with the thorn
Of painful blindness, leaving thee forlorn
In trembling dotage to the feeblest fright
Of conscience, for their long offended might
For all thine impious proud-heart sophistries
Unlawful magic, and enticing lies
Corinthians! Look upon that grey-beard wretch
Mark how possessed his lashless eyelids stretch
Around his demon eyes. Corinthians see!
My sweet bride withers at their potency
Fool! Said the sophist in an undertone
Gruff with contempt, with a death-nighing moan
From Lycius answered, as heart-struck and lost
He sank suppine beneath the aching ghost
Fool! Fool! Repeated he, while his eyes still
Relented not, nor moved, from every ill
Of life I have preserved thee to this day
And shall I see thee made a serpent's prey?
Lamia breathed death breath, the sophist's eyes
Like a sharp spear, went through her utterly
Keen, cruel, perceant, stinging. She as well
As her weak hand could any meaning tell
Motioned him to silence, vainly so
He looked, and looked again a level. No!
A serpent echoed he. No sooner said
With a frightful scream, she vanished
Lycius' arms were empty of delight
As were his limbs of life that same night
On the night couch he lay, his friends came 'round
Supported him. No pulse or breath they found

Honesty rides saddle backwards
When I dreamt we kissed and trembled
Silver planet of eve and morning
Please yourself in sad forlorning