The hunter lines his trophies up across his wall, beneath his bed…
A tiger’s head, a snakeskin rug, slugs in a jug,
The bugs make halos ’round the phone.
He’d call his friends to come around —
They’d all get stoned when he pulled old Medusa moaning from a sack.
She poses then she cracks their mirror shades.
It’s just her way. He lets her play a while then throws her back,
Then they all go fishing in the reservoir…
I see. I see from my room. I see from my room with a view.
My room’s nothing special. All the furniture is old.
They smashed up all my windows, so it’s cold.
I told city hall to build a wall to stop the outside coming inside
But they’ve stalled…
I’m lord of this manor but it’s 30 feet across and falling fast;
I sprawl in plaster, bricks and garbage — through the ceiling
I see blue — I see you!
@ EDWARD KA-SPEL: voice, tapes
@ cEVIN KEY: keyboards, drums, tapes
@ D. RUDOLPH GOETTEL: keyboards, drums
@ LEE SALFORD: percussion
@ With thanks to J.H.