This Is For When... Songtext / Lyric

This is for when the slats of the night slam shut on you

For when the radio is broken and crackles like uranium orchids

For when the fohn-wind rattles the telephone wires

Like a handful of bones

And for when dream ambulances skitter through the streets

at midnight

In the amusement arcade

a sailor whose muscles writhe with tattoos and pornography

Doubled up, his vomiting emeralds

Elsewhere, a black man with brass teeth

and a swallow skin tie is laughing and laughing

and offering poisoned candy floss to the children

This is for when

your cuff gets caught in the cogs of an urban evening

For when your vision is frayed and you don't havve

anymore lust

This is for the wasp-woman

This is for the torturer's wives with their thumbs blue

as billiard chalk

This is for all the mathematicians who got mixed up

in the dream gang

This is for when

you get caught in a sleep-riot

This is for when

your jism turns to platinium

For when the television is full of murder

For when the sky is out of order

For when your room is crawling with cheap poetry

This is for when

your veins are singing with indigo

For when the radiator is full of fever

For when your sex is full of voodoo

For when your clothes are imaginary

For when your kitchen is dead

This is for when

Your flesh creeps and never comes back