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Peter Hammill A Louse Is Not a Home

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Tom: C Bb F Gm Eb D Bb F Gm Eb D Sometimes it's very scary here; sometimes it's very sad Eb Gm Eb F Gm Eb F Gm Eb D Sometimes I think I'll disappear; be_times I think I have Eb F Gm Eb D There's a line snaking down my mirror Eb F Gm Eb D Splintered glass distorts my face Eb Gm Eb F Gm And though the light is strong and strange Eb F Gm Eb D It can't illuminate the musty corners of this place Eb F Gm Eb D There is a lofty, lonely, Lohengrenic castle in the clouds Eb F Gm Eb D [Yes and ]I draw my murky meanings there Eb Gm Eb F Gm But seven years' dark luck is just around the corner Eb F Gm Eb D And in the shadows lurks the spectre of Despair Dm A cracked mirror mid the drapes of the landing C Split image, labored understanding Bb A Dm I'm only trying to find a place to hide my home ( Dm C Dm Dm C ) ( Dm Dm C D ) ( G Am C Am ) ( G Am C D Am ) G Am C Am I've lived in houses composed of glass G Am C D Am Where every movement is charted G Am C Am But now the monitor screens are dark G Am C D Am And I can't tell if silent eyes are there G Am C Am My words are spiders upon the page G Am C D Am They spin out faith, hope and reason G Am C D C D But are they meet and just, or only dust gathering about my chair? Bb A Sometimes I get the feeling that there's Dm Someone else there Dm The faceless watcher [he] makes me uneasy C I can feel him through the floorboards, and His presence is creepy Bb A Dm He informs me that I shall be expelled Dm What is that but out of and into C [I] don't know the nature of the door that I'd go through Am Bb [I] don't know the nature of the nature that I am inside G Am C Am I've lived in houses of brick and lead G Am C D Am Where all emotion is sacred G Am C Am And if you want to devour the fruit G Am C D Am You must first sniff at the fragrance G Am C Am And lay your body before the shrine G Am C D Am With poems and posies and papers G Am C Am Or, if you catch the ruse, you'll have to choose C D C D To stay, a monk, or leave, a vagrant Bb A What is this place you call home? Dm Is it a sermon or a confession? C Is it the chalice that you use for protection? Bb A Is it really only somewhere you can stay? Dm Is it a rule-book or a lecture? C Is it a beating at the hands of your Protector? Bb A Does the idol have feet of clay? Dm Home is what you make it, so my friends all say C Bm But dont't you know I rarely see their homes in these dark days Dm Some of them are snails and carry houses on their backs C Bm Others live in monuments which, one day, will be racks Dm C Bb (G A Bb ) I keep my home in place with sellotape and tin-tacks Bb Am Dm But I still feel there's some other Force here F Em He who cracks the mirrors and moves the walls Dm Keeps staring through the eye-slits of the portraits in my hall F Em He ravages my library and taps the telephone Dm I've never actually seen Him But I know He's in my home Eb F And if he goes away Gm Eb D I can't stay here either Eb F Gm Eb D Eb I believe - er - I think - well, I don't know I only live in one room at a time But all of the walls are ears, [and] all the windows, eyes Everything else is foreign 'Home' is my wordless chant Mmmmmaah Give it a chance G Am C Am I am surrounded by flesh and bone G Am C D Am I am a temple of living G Am C Am I am a hermit, I am a drone G Am C D Am And I am boning out a place to be G Am C Am With secret garlands about my head G Am C D Am Unearthly silence is broken G Am C Am The room is growing dark, and in the stark light C D C D I can see a face I know Bb A Dm Could this be the guy who never shows Dm The cracked mirror what he's feeling C Merely mumbles prayers to the ground where he's kneeling Bb Home is home is home is home is home is A Dm House is house is house is] home is me Dm All you people looking for your houses C Don't throw your weight around, you might break your glasses Bb A Dm And if you do, you know you just can't see Dm And then how are you to find the dawning of the day? C Bm - Day is just a word I use to keep the dark at bay Dm And people are imaginary, nothing else exists C Except the room I'm sitting in Bm And, of course, the all-pervading mist Dm C Bb (Em C ) Dm Sometimes I wonder if even that's real Eb F Em Eb D Maybe I should de-louse this place Eb F Em Eb D Maybe I should de-place this louse Eb Gm Eb F Gm Maybe I'll maybe my life away Eb F Gm Eb D In the confines of this silent house Eb F Gm Eb D Eb F Gm Eb D Sometimes it's very scary here; sometimes it's very sad Eb Gm Eb F Gm Eb F Gm D#D Sometimes I think I'll disappear; sometimes I think

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