A Plague Of Lighthouse-keepers:(iv) S.h.m. Lyrics - Van Der Graaf Generator

( Hammill ) 

"Unreal, unreal" ghost helmsmen scream 

and fall in through the sky, 

Not breaking, through my seagull shrieks: 

no breaks until I die. 

The spectres scratch on window-slits 

hollowed faces, and mindless grins 

only intent on destroying what they've lost. 

I crawl the wall till steepness ends 

in the vertical fall; 

My pain has sailed into the sea - 

no joking hopes at dawn! 

White bone shine in the iron-jaw mask 

Lost mastheads pierce the freezing dark 

and parallel my isolated tower... 

no paraffin for the flame - 

no harbour left to gain.