You've never shown a trace of human frailty, No-one could ever catch you on the hop: Each post-modern take on the action would find you Already, in principle, totally hot, All self-referential commentary And a marketing man's sense of talk shop. The sharper the image you cut The more you seem unreal; So sharp you could cut yourself, Transparently ideal. We all know that hard-boiled look, You cooked it up to face down the stares; I feel like I'm walking on eggshells around you, As though you're already no longer quite there. You acknowledge your trauma, Your neurosis is stripped and laid bare. The sharper the image you cut The more you disappear; So sharp you could cut yourself, Somehow this transparency's unclear. All the mirrors in your playroom, They twist your psycho-epidermis into shape. No doubt you emerged in your make-up believing Quite simply, believing that you'd got it taped But the vacancy you offered Is already a Cheshire Cat gape. The sharper the image you cut The more you disappeared; So sharp you could cut yourself - Are you still really here? And the sharper the image you cut The more you seemed a fake, So sharp you could cut yourself, Transparently opaque... And the sharper the image you cut The less you seemed alive, So sharp, but this open book's Transparently jive. You were so sharp you cut yourself, So sharp you could cut yourself, You were so sharp you made yourself transparent And transparently unclear
@@warmswarm maybe you’ve never seen Murder By Death but reading your line I just hear Truman Capote’s character exasperatedly lambasting the Charlie Chan cut out, “ Take THE key! Go get THE car!”
I've listened to The Roaring Forties excessively more than I should have. Absolutely LOVE Sharply Unclear, one of my favorite Hammill songs!
Marvelous, impossible stop listening this song!
Excellent!! Pure genius Peter Hammill!!
Master Hammill
Great Song!!
Gigantic!
"So sharp that this open book's transparently jive." Another great line from K!
Me to i love this song and The gift of fire
Love this song!
Brilliant.
And an hommagé also to Beatles
It's so heavy! :-)
Transparently unclear.
And to think some woman got an award for a stupid umbrella song, Hammill greatest songwriter in England if not the universe.
You've never shown a trace of human frailty,
No-one could ever catch you on the hop:
Each post-modern take on the action would find you
Already, in principle, totally hot,
All self-referential commentary
And a marketing man's sense of talk shop.
The sharper the image you cut
The more you seem unreal;
So sharp you could cut yourself,
Transparently ideal.
We all know that hard-boiled look,
You cooked it up to face down the stares;
I feel like I'm walking on eggshells around you,
As though you're already no longer quite there.
You acknowledge your trauma,
Your neurosis is stripped and laid bare.
The sharper the image you cut
The more you disappear;
So sharp you could cut yourself,
Somehow this transparency's unclear.
All the mirrors in your playroom,
They twist your psycho-epidermis into shape.
No doubt you emerged in your make-up believing
Quite simply, believing that you'd got it taped
But the vacancy you offered
Is already a Cheshire Cat gape.
The sharper the image you cut
The more you disappeared;
So sharp you could cut yourself -
Are you still really here?
And the sharper the image you cut
The more you seemed a fake,
So sharp you could cut yourself,
Transparently opaque...
And the sharper the image you cut
The less you seemed alive,
So sharp, but this open book's
Transparently jive.
You were so sharp you cut yourself,
So sharp you could cut yourself,
You were so sharp you made yourself transparent
And transparently unclear
Please download The gift of fire
Daniel phenix - Upload, Upload, you numbskull.
@@warmswarm gonna assume friendly fire but even so that’s hilarious :)
@@warmswarm maybe you’ve never seen Murder By Death but reading your line I just hear Truman Capote’s character exasperatedly lambasting the Charlie Chan cut out, “ Take THE key! Go get THE car!”
@@warmswarm tu parles français connard ! Quand tu parleras freançais aussi bien que je parle anglais tu viendras discuter
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Great track, great vocals, horrid violin