I'm in the Drill

One Main Version:

* (1982) - Apparition (3:38), Traumstadt I (3:33), Traumstadt I CD (11:24-15:08)

All mixes start cleanly. All mixes fade out, though on the Traumstadt I CD a brief snippet of "Powder Crowd" is heard after a long pause.

Instruments: Electric guitar, bass guitar, drum kit, string synth with phaser effect, single vocal track with delay, violin.

What It's About:

A man is tormented by a playful voice which endlessly urges him to find its source. Eventually he is put in an institution, but the voices continue.

Lyrics:

A bracing river cries hell to chance applause
like the TV chatters on the other side of the door.
And Mike mumbles in the sand on the cold deserted moors,
whispers nagged and tormented...but what he heard he never saw.

Here boy, near boy, there boy,
you're getting warmer all the time boy,
climb boy, find boy,
scrape around you'll find me in the drill boy,
kneel boy, down boy,
now I'm on the table in your tea boy, see boy,
it's me, boy, it's me.

He rigged up microphones, invited 'round his friends
who agreed they heard the words but couldn't comprehend.
And the fear switched to obsession, he'd sit at home and spend
all his time, would speak it clearly...without end.

Bad boy, mad boy, sad boy,
you'll find me lurking in the drawer boy,
poor boy, store boy,
reams of ribbons crawling 'cross the floor boy,
raw boy, claw boy,
? in the lights boy, bright boy, fights boy.

Keep on looking, keep on looking--
BOY!

Gave him a private ward,
with flowers rich blue red and orange
early in the spring,
and nurse would hum the latest hit tunes.
She busted all the vases,
she bumped in the syringe,
and doctor told him he was lucky,
and how in darker ages
poor old Joan of Arc was singed.
They never heard a word about the matter
of the bedsprings, of the ceiling,
of the lampshade, of the teasmade.