Departure-Bauhaus

[ti:Departure] [ar:Bauhaus] [al:Swing The Heartache - The BBC ] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Departure - Bauhaus [00:33.58]He was in his room half awake half asleep [00:35.83]The walls of the room seem to alter angles [00:38.01]Elongating and shrinking alternately [00:40.32]Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite side of the room [00:45.15]A trick of the light and too much caffeine he thought [00:49.52]Then came a knock on the door [00:50.89]And this sound was the same dark-brown tone as the wood of which the door was made [00:54.89] [00:56.34]At first he thought hed imagined it [00:58.52]Because it would not have been out of place with the other strange hallucinatory events of that night [01:03.01]But then it came again [01:04.20]Only heavier this time [01:05.83]With a sense of real urgency [01:07.20]So pulling himself up [01:10.93]And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow [01:13.75]He made his bleary way across the room towards the door [01:17.62]And slowly apprehensively raised the latch [01:29.10]The latch became a fingertip touching his own [01:42.26]Energy sapping as a new form [01:45.57]Transversing the edge of his emotions [01:48.56]His power became his agony [01:52.00]His power knew no bounds [01:54.74]Whereas before [01:55.75]His peace withstood the vastness [01:58.55]His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible [02:04.04]His final soul is flying with contempt only [02:08.35]Even the legendary glance backward to meet with eternitys stone in peace or save his already destroyed [02:16.08] [02:37.24]You cannot share the temperature is rising [02:40.29]The ghost and monkeys make a choice [02:43.91]This [02:44.53]This [02:50.03]He tried to will himself back to bed [02:52.15]He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crisp [02:55.08]White sheets once taken for granted [02:56.77] [02:59.00]To be back home safe as houses [03:00.56]Protected by walls covered in familiar patterns [03:04.18]But even wallpaper had become sinister to him [03:07.05]He remembered staring into the paisley print and seeing a repetition of skulls [03:11.93]At night he would listen to the click of heels on the concrete outside [03:15.54]And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure [03:19.60]He would always see his own face [03:21.22]And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true [03:25.15]For at this moment it was indeed [03:27.20]His own feet that filled the shoes [03:30.20]Shoes that no man would want to wear [03:33.14]Into the hills then to search for another searchers closely held goals [03:46.18]Into the forest under the billowing leaves [03:51.11]Under the dreadful birds the singing soil [03:55.39]The decrepid babies the unhappy new loves [03:59.70]The preaching alphabutics [04:02.02]The long-lost lovers never to find the safety of their mothers [04:05.57]In fact all the guilty clouds he will move into a playground [04:10.88] [04:12.92]A sense of moonlight and shadow [04:14.61]All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower fly to his middle eye [04:26.39]Alas white cold [04:29.56]Alas rainbows middle infinitys destination [04:37.17]All lifes drums drink from bottles and visioins are blinded