Nocturne by Mekons
The boy wakes up and rubs his eyes
wonders where the cannibal lies
I am abroad upon the deep
but I'll be back
I see stars above my head
and the moon's pollution ring
trance and sound, radio!
always wakeful in old age
sleeping looks so much like death
best to pace the night cloaked deck
forget the tomb
forget the tomb that lies beneath the planks
then I'll come back
and dance to him again
Torchlight licks the surface skin
here be monsters on the map
out among the unknown tribes
I'm not alone
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