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Destination

Destination tall climb
Of wind space and all that I should know
A broken sultry soul
Head in the clouds
A pie in the sky

The tide is not high
No romantic view
Can be found
And all the signs
Lead to where
I'm bound

And empty faces glare
On their river path bus
And mountain pylons seem to whisper
Soft abuse as I walk your only road

And I look
At your world
It's a-wanking
Over rose
Gardens
So empty like
Winter prisons
Tall spires
Reflect
On your crystal water tops
Your sacred rich vanity

Destination startled line
Of craggy ladies on balconies
Paisley smock and thinning locks
The loyal home guard
You watch the world go by
The back room general
You with your flaunting grounds
While roaming beasts
Beat your chastised sound

And this picture inside my head
Is a flashing beacon
Of enticing you to your hot coals
Your heads would go popping aloud in the night

And chained to your memories
I come in and I kneel
And you crown me a pauper
And I lay beside you
You at your big brown table and me
Me in the corner
You fat white man


David.J.Hull-vocals/keyboard/keyboard

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from Music Through The Wall (tape1996), released January 1, 1994
David.J.Hull-vocals/keyboard/keyboard

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DavidJohnHull Germany

David started playing double bass in various folk, rock, and chanson bands in Berlin. In 1991, he turned to writing songs and has released roughly 17 albums to date. In 2017, the band Golden Dark was formed, and in 2018, the project Shapeless Man was initiated. In 2020, he began working on the radio play "The Pigeon House." In 2023, he started improvised voicing with various projects. ... more

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