Vox Humana

I haunted a basketmaker's shop

Spending my days ripping pictures from magazines

Taping them to the walls of my prison

I remember walking by the sand

Each knob represented a different frequency range

And I remember holding the hand of the skeleton prince

And he swept me into his arms

And he,he had tremolo deep

In the back of his black eye sockets

And he said

"Do you want to come away with me

Into the pitch black pool?"

And I said

"I don't know...I don't know,I don't know"

Photocopied,the wind ripped through the trees

And all the stained-glass windows rattled

I haunted a basketmaker's shop in 1927

And on the beach in the summer there were thunderstorms constantly

And they were unpredictable

Nobody knew when they would come and nobody knew how long they'd last

Sometimes they'd only last five minutes and sometimes weeks

I haunted a basketmaker's shop

Because I had nowhere to go one long weekend

Stained-glass windows turning off and on

And the tremolo in the back dark corners

Cobwebs stripped,mildewed

I remember acoustic guitars and bells

I remember the cathedral

I remember cassettes,cathedral

I remember cassette,cathedral

I remember cassette,cathedral