From: Dagmar Klein <kleid000@goofy.zdv.Uni-Mainz.de> - Added 6th November 1996
This was transcribed from Peter's own manuscript (he jotted it down for Hugh to play at the Union Chapel), and all mistakes are therefore Peter's own!
C#sus4 C#min
Along the track the wires are humming
C#sus4 C#min
In bursts of code like far-off drums
D C#sus4 D C#sus4
Fathering a message Further up the line
D C#sus4
Someone's shouting down the passage of time
C#sus4 C#min
The corridor restrains the window
C#sus4 C#min
No view without the eye (I?) within
D C#sus4 D C#sus4
Bold upon the threshold But holding on the line
D C#sus4
Shouting down the passage of time
Bbmin A C#min B
Relatives speak on the phone on the train
Abmin Ab B Bbsus4
Talking before they have thought to explain
Bbmin A C#min B
Voices pitched wildly on tracks in the night
Abmin Ab B Bbsus4
Can't pick the pace up, oh let there be light
Ab F# E
How light becomes the soul...
C#sus4 C#min
You know yourself the centre of attention
C#sus4 C#min
You know yourself the locus of event
D C#sus4 D C#sus4
Sorry if it's painful Quarrying the lime, stage centre
D C#sus4
Shouting down the passage of time
C#sus4 C#min
The corridor retains its shadows,
its secrets compartmentalised...
damping down on ambience,
damp the teeth and grind,
shouting down the passage of time!
Bbmin A C#min B
What's there to see or make clear
Abmin Ab B Bbsus4
What's there to know when the voice is right here
Bbmin A C#min B
What's there to promise or vow
Abmin Ab B Bbsus4
What's to believe when the time is right now
Bbmin A C#min B
Relatives speak on the phone on the train
Abmin Ab B Bbsus4
Talking before they have thought to refrain
Bbmin A C#min B
Voices projecting, spears in mid-flight
Abmin Ab H Bbsus4
Frozen forever, oh let there be light!!
(and as you all know, the problem of a final chord is circumvented by a huge dissonance on the piano, at least live!
A few remarks on the chorus: The C#min on the word "phone" has got an Ab as the bass note, and the Bbsus4 at the end is an educated guess of mine at a Hammill scribble. Sounds right to me, though...)