Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Comet, The Course, The Tail, artist - Peter Hammill. Date of issue: 31.12.1973
Song language: English
The Comet, The Course, The Tail |
| They say we are endowed with Free Will — |
| At least that justifies our need for indecision |
| But between our insticts and the lust to kill |
| We bow our heads in submission |
| They say that no man is an island |
| But then they say our castles are our homes; |
| It’s felt the choice is ours, between peace and violence… |
| Oh, yes, we choose, alone? |
| While the comet spreads its tail across the sky |
| It nowhere near defines the course it flies |
| Nor does it find its own direction |
| Though the path of the comet be sure |
| Its constitution is not |
| So its meaning is possibly more |
| Than the tracing of a tail |
| In one brief shot at glory |
| Love and peace and individuality |
| So order and society are man-made? |
| War and hate and dark depravity |
| Or are we slaves? |
| Channeling aggressive energies |
| The Death Wish and the Will to survive |
| Into finding and preserving enemies |
| Is that the only way we know that we’re alive? |
| In the slaughterhouse all corpses smell the same |
| Whether queens or pawns or innocents at the game; |
| In the cemetery a uniform cloaks the graves |
| Except for outward pomp and circumstance |
| There is a time set in the calendar |
| When all reason seems barely enough |
| To sustain all the shooting stars: |
| Times are rough |
| I’m waiting for something to happen here |
| It feels as though it’s long overdue… |
| Maybe a restatement of yesteryear |
| Or something entirely new |
| And the knowledge that we gain in part |
| Always leads us closer to the very start |
| And to the founding questions: |
| How can I tell that the road signed to hell |
| Doesn’t lead up to heaven? |
| What can I say when, in some obscure way |
| I am my own direction? |