"Hanging In The Wire"

 Just another morning, after sleeplessness. Why is it so hard to rest? And a call in the early morning, lyrics, words, songs are the poetry of our postmodern times. The sound of this early morning is the song of a world where nature is lacking, where truth is hard to find, when our links are constantly broken, and where most hopes end up in loneliness and silence.

                                                       "Hanging In The Wire"

PJ Harvey 

Walker sees the mist rise
Over no man's land
He sees in front of him
A smashed up waste ground
There are no fields or trees
No blades of grass
Just unburied ghosts are there
Hanging in the wire

Walker's in the wire
Limbs point upwards
There are no birds singing
The white cliffs of Dover
There are no trees to sing from
Walker cannot hear the wind
Far off symphony
To hear the guns beginning

Walker's in the mist
Rising over no man's land
In the battered waste ground
Hear the guns firing