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lyrics: hogarth
music: hogarth/kelly/mosley/rothery/trewavas

i think i have become one of the hollow men
as i shine on the outside more these days
i can feel the outside feeding on my inside
leaves a growing darkness in it's place
i think i have become one of the hollow men
i think i have become one of the lonely
now that everybody talks to me
i feel i have become one of the empty

hollow men can stop you with the twinkling of an eye
hollow men can take you without even reaching out
hollow men have got you long before you realise

the poison paralyses

i think i have become one of a pair of men
it's a feeling i've been having for some time
i look down upon myself and watch my movements
a blind eye sees the fragile vandalised

watch this cold world dishing up these endless hollow men
find us anywhere you look
come and meet our friends
stand us in our silly clothes
put our batteries in
line us up like fairground ducks
watch us grin and grin
see the lies behind our eyes
see the will to win
we'll buy you and we'll sell you
but perhaps we'll save your skin

sit quietly and listen to the breeze
the hollow and the lonely listen too
sniff the air for something we can use

we're tin-hard and we rattle when we're shaken

(shapeshifter - 25 Mart 2003 22:29)

t.s. eliot'un bir cok kere referans verilen wasteland den sonra en cok bilinen siiri. enfestir.

i

we are the hollow men
we are the stuffed men
leaning together
headpiece filled with straw. alas!
our dried voices, when
we whisper together
are quiet and meaningless
as wind in dry grass
or rats' feet over broken glass
in our dry cellar

shape without form, shade without colour,
paralysed force, gesture without motion;

those who have crossed
with direct eyes, to death's other kingdom
remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
violent souls, but only
as the hollow men
the stuffed men.

ii

eyes i dare not meet in dreams
in death's dream kingdom
these do not appear:
there, the eyes are
sunlight on a broken column
there, is a tree swinging
and voices are
in the wind's singing
more distant and more solemn
than a fading star.

let me be no nearer
in death's dream kingdom
let me also wear
such deliberate disguises
rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
in a field
behaving as the wind behaves
no nearer --

not that final meeting
in the twilight kingdom

iii

this is the dead land
this is cactus land
here the stone images
are raised, here they receive
the supplication of a dead man's hand
under the twinkle of a fading star.

is it like this
in death's other kingdom
waking alone
at the hour when we are
trembling with tenderness
lips that would kiss
form prayers to broken stone.

iv

the eyes are not here
there are no eyes here
in this valley of dying stars
in this hollow valley
this broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

in this last of meeting places
we grope together
and avoid speech
gathered on this beach of the tumid river

sightless, unless
the eyes reappear
as the perpetual star
multifoliate rose
of death's twilight kingdom
the hope only
of empty men.

v

here we go round the prickly pear
prickly pear prickly pear
here we go round the prickly pear
at five o'clock in the morning.

between the idea
and the reality
between the motion
and the act
falls the shadow

for thine is the kingdom

between the conception
and the creation
between the emotion
and the response
falls the shadow

life is very long

between the desire
and the spasm
between the potency
and the existence
between the essence
and the descent
falls the shadow
for thine is the kingdom

for thine is
life is
for thine is the

this is the way the world ends
this is the way the world ends
this is the way the world ends
not with a bang but a whimper.

(otisabi - 26 Temmuz 2005 02:30)

(bkz: hollow men)

(southern fist - 4 Eylül 2005 16:15)