David Heavenor: Music

A song about inscrutable things ....imagine yourself in a French Cathedral just before midnight strikes. Moonlight streams in through a high window. Neil Armstrong steps from the last rung on the lunar ladder...

PRIVATE


People come, the people go
The ages rise and fall
The planet pushes through the dust
Of explosions long ago
But my eyes are on the neighbourhood
A new girl lives near by
She wears her perfume on her wrists
But will not catch my eye

She’s private …


My friend is John, he walks the room
In lonely contemplation
He’s had a shock, a nervous block
About the League of Nations
So they’ve put him in the hospital
His mother’s gone demented
A smile is playing on his lips
For all the people he’s invented


He’s private

And all the people say: ‘What a lovely day’
And all the people play out the masquerade
And all the people pray to the gods they’ve made


So I’m on my knees, my hands clasped hard
Imploring to the Father
Why? and Where? and How?
And who’s in the stained glass window?
Who’s running down the corridors?
Who’s climbing up the stairs?
I’m at the centre of a gaze
From face that’s never there


He’s private

And now the lunar landscape shocks
And runs her gaze across my window
I can’t see where Apollo bit the dust
But there’s a flag to pretend the wind blows
And they found God was not an astronaut
Though they dug and scooped and scraped
Now the moon flings down the light
To keep the wolves awake

She’s private …