Lindsay Cooper Songtext
von Chris Connelly

Oh, breathe the perspex air
The engine where composers lust
H. Turner in her dress and best
Would feel the fingers on
A woodwind so too fraught
The politics stopped the script
You pursed your lips
Please don′t connect your nights
Their hands' disdain of speech and light
And moments pass before
You try to ask
Long shadow between the bows
Drums and stairs that tell you there
Will raise the red
Dawn awaits the losing
Don′t connect your nights
No timeless twilight


Pull you out of cruelty
Your core is fighting
Your core is fighting
Don't connect your nights
And never read as temple
The cannot play itself
So play it, box you
A purgatory
Of orchestral echoes
Theatre ghosts
Crumbling, travelled roads
Don't connect
But the nights are now connected
The woodwind all dissected
The bravery of sex
The bravery of gender
The brevity of life