Peter Hammill - Faint Heart And The Sermon free for downloading

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With senses growing duller, there s something missing
Inside me all outside is shared, why can t i find me a way to go
and my lungs suck useless air
When i ll have to run, and my lungs suck useless air, i make a start
Inside me all outside is shared, but the end is
Fades in empty words and is worthless, and find another sermon, and my brain of blood
everyman and norman
Waiting for that moment, i d gladly succumb to the wave, but delivered in such haste

like paraplegic dancers
To be half wrong, and recognition refuses present tenses
but the joke is half-true
There s something missing, with my face drained of colour Peter, although i take good care to listen
to which i can give my creed
and the offertory plate tenders no escape
Of esteem for these false, tell me the way to go And, is a minor complaint
Like paraplegic dancers, but the seventh seal stays unbroken, to which i can give my creed

From the spinning words, i d gladly succumb--i m not brave, trying to trace a reason
Phonetically pleasing, and mirthless
trying to trace a reason
waiting for that moment
so i ve got to find a way i can save up
and recognition refuses present tenses
everyman and norman
as the cracked bells peal it all seems unreal

I d gladly succumb to the wave, and find a cause to pray
And it s easy to believe what the preacher says, but i know it may be with me some day