Grass * Chalkhills And Children

Chalkhills And Children
by Andy Partridge

I'm floating over strange land
It's a soulless sequinned showbiz moon
I'm floating over strange land
And then stranger still there's no balloon
But I'm getting higher
Wafted up by fame's fickle fire
Till the chalkhills and children
Anchor my feet
Chalkhills and children
Bringing me back to earth eternally
And ever ermine street

Even I never know where I go
When my eyes are closed.

I'm skating over thin ice
Upon blunted blades of metal soft
I'm skating over thin ice
While some nonesuch net holds me aloft
But I'm getting higher
Lifted up on luck's circus wire
Till the chalkhills and children
Anchor my feet
Chalkhills and children
Bringing me back to earth eternally
And ever ermine street

Even I never know where I go
When my eyes are closed
Even I never spied
That the scenes were posed
Even I never knew
This is what I'd be
Even eyes never mean
You're sure to see.

Still I'm getting higher
Rolling up on three empty tyres
Till the -
I'm soaring over hushed crowds
The  reluctant cannonball it seems
I'm soaring over hushed crowds
I'm propelled up here by long dead dreams
Still I'm getting higher
Icarus regrets and retires puzzled?
Chalkhills and children
Anchor my feet
Chalkhills and children
Oddly complete
Chalkhills and children

Even I never know where I go
When my eyes are closed

Here I go again!