The Intelligence Service - Distraction (Here Comes Dror) Lyrics

There it is torn to distraction from distraction
Lying motionless inert incapable of flying with wet wings made of clay
The furnace rages with Vulcan's lot to forge and craft objects which
Distract and find us yearning for More
Eating running grasping and gasping for air
Turn To the bronze face that looks away
And has always
And will always
Reach for one more Venus with delight
And Saturn trapped tied bound with breathless feeble abandon
Stronger than our will bending reeds
The wind brings life and takes away the spoils we've kept
Through Cronos' beard one million and one hairs to count
While we were children staring the whole of it bright-eyed and open-mouthed
Calling for the birds impervious to
The broken glass below reflecting and refracting the light
Into sharp rays that pierce the dark sleep
Parents told us we must have when it rains cold and dark
Pelting down with exaggerated force
Vulcan sneers and puffs out a black cloud of smoke
While Aetna sits quietly like an Ingres' Nude in a fascists house - my neighbour in fact
Clean trimmed lawn nicely painted deck BBQ smoke emanating from the back
The smell of roasting pork wafting through the halls up the stairs
Venus calls but no answer echoes back through the cold mud-formed walls
Only Juno's laugh fills the air and this Trojan Is thoroughly disturbed
Though deaf he clings to his bronze shield and all it's detailing
Calls him to stand up and fight the silent invisible secret lurking behind the countless blue boxes
Cold shivering calls to Jove and Apollo playing dice on a cloud over the warm Aegean coasts
Where fishermen sample their daily catch in vessels crafted from cold wet clay
They didn't know but satisfactorily belched away the wind
Spurning play for something else which we keep hidden forever behind our Pergamum
Safe and sound so long as Ulyses is over there and we are over here
We laugh to ourselves and eat saltless sacrificial meat
Stolen from the enemy camp by Venus herself on the way to her husband's lair
Hidden deep away from human reach below the Earth Atlas carries so diligently
Silently shrugging occasionally waking us up to the birds' songs carried in the wind
Rising up through my chest settling down on a farm just outside of Rome
Where Hannibal was causing chaos as long as a hair your chin
Eating elephant flanks and burning the fat at night
Carthage laughed a blink and then Rome again cried to Juno
Hannibal flanks limbs and entrails burning in the wind
Among the gore once his troops that outshone the Sun
Racing in his chariot didn't even look down at all the mess In the wet clay below
Our citadel
Our tower
Our walls we raced through bare-footed when children
Taunting Mercury
Praising Venus
Envying old Anchises
Whom I envy still