I must have said yes to this some time. I must have said yes or I wouldn’t be here. Whose stupid idea was it in the first place?
Hippie
Refugees -BBC Peel Session 14_12_71
6:20 minutes (8.69 MB)
North was somewhere years ago and cold:
Ice locked the people's hearts and made them old.
South was birth to pleasant lands, but dry...
I walked the waters' depths and played my mind.
East was dawn, coming alive in the golden sun:
the winds came gently, several heads became one
in the summertime, though august people sneered;
we were at peace, and we cheered.
We walked along, sometimes hand in hand,
between the thin lines marking sea and sand;
smiling very peacefully,
we began to notice that we could be free,
and we moved together to the West.
Killer Born Man: Peter Hammill
Submitted by kuky on Wed, 12/10/2008 - 09:43.
PH Interview posted on Alternative Press by Jason Pettigrew
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How would you describe the Peter Hammill Fan v.2K8?
By now, thankfully, there's absolutely no archetype. Could be 16 or 70. Professor or punk. Fighter pilot or unreconstructed hippie. I think, though, the whole crowd are unified by a certain independence of mind and a capacity for (usually constructive) criticism of The Artist in Question.
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Aquarian
Now we sit here in our special place,
all wearing our happy faces gladly.
Sunlight appears in our world, our joy
has been turned from badness.
Now we've moved from love to love
and it's easier that way.
We are riding on rainbows
and happy today.
Now we move to the sun in every direction;
we are cloaked in veils of mystic protection...
joking a lot, smoking or not,
floating our yacht off to freedom,
voting to be Aquarian!
I hold silver flashing metal in the palm
of my petal hand, watching it quiver:
to breathe too close is death -
Refugees
North was somewhere years ago and cold:
Ice locked the people's hearts and made them old.
South was birth to pleasant lands, but dry...
I walked the waters' depths and played my mind.
East was dawn, coming alive in the golden sun:
the winds came gently, several heads became one
in the summertime, though august people sneered;
we were at peace, and we cheered.
We walked along, sometimes hand in hand,
between the thin lines marking sea and sand;
smiling very peacefully,
we began to notice that we could be free,
and we moved together to the West.
