Ariel

Solitude in the ivory pool, with oily rags and painted hags

There is no soil in this tired soul

Just the thin breast bone of the invading stone

And out of the way, through the window deep in the clay

With slanted eyes and narrow hands

That gentleman's' face is sombre -caped

Snug and still with his drum and bill

Black as Death, and hot as Hell!

I came looking for you, in famous halls

With guns and celebration balls where

I dreamt I was a man, but now that dream is over

They numbered my bones and lest you forget

The Flim Flam Man is part of the plan

Fight all the goddams! Fight the Dancing Man!

Fading in the mirror, follow in the flame

And the blackness of your soul is the only goal you pay heed to

Master face, never let you down, we dream

Sorrow day is upon us now, we dream

Build it up then break it down, we dream

I dream