Hey everybody, here are the lyrics to "Walked Out On a Line," the B-Side to the "Mermaid" 12 inch.
Walked Out On a Line
From the back of my brain
the confetti-burst came,
and it blew through the balls of my eyes.
In a midnight as loud as a cloud of cocaine
and horrendously swollen in size,
I saw the pen press the text through the flesh of your neck –
and the first line ‘twas writ there was:
“Christ’s a spun-silver machine,
or a high wall of white waving cream.
The sun streams from his side,
because he’s out on a razor line.”
In dark and dirty streams,
the decay from our dreams leaves a black trail
of grease through the snow.
And is there a hotel there?
Or is there a hole where our bodies,
all aching and aging, can go?
I leapt from the mountain and, mid-falling-down,
I ran my trembling hands down your spine.
Because you have been and are currently holy to me,
and will hopefully always be mine,
and because you’re out on a razor line.
In the storm’s scream and swirl is where I saw my girl.
I was pinning her straight to my side when the devil,
all dinged-up and dragonfly-winged,
dropped his head in my lap and he cried:
“NOW WE’RE RIGHT OUT ON THAT LINE!”
Once, I spotted my man swooping over the sand.
In the ambulance lamps of his eyes
and the smell of black blood on the backs of his hands
I could tell that his world can’t be mine.
But he said, “The earth seems to spin just fine.
All through space,
all through blameless night
on the blade of a razor line.”