A Time to Be So Small

So states of unsatisfaction, objects which deceive or which reveal an absence, are the only forms through which the individual recovers his deceptive uniqueness. The city might fix it or establish it, but isolated existence alone has the chance to do what the city must and can do, without the power to do it. It is all very well for Sartre to say of Baudelaire: 'his dearest wish was to be like the stone, the statue, in the repose of immutability.' He can represent the poet as eager to extract some petrifiable image from the mists of the past, but the images which he left participated in a life which was open, infinite in Baudelaire's sense of the word, [here becoming indistinct] that is to say, unsatisfied. It is therefore misleading to maintain that Baudelaire wanted the impossible statue or that he could not exist, unless we immediately add that he wanted the impossible far more than he wanted the statue. ....

[A time to ease your solace, a time to be so small]

We saw you from the urchin's side,
from under the boat
We saw you making knots,
we saw you get the rope
The boy appearing on the deck, you're making it lurch
The bubble of your interest's ready to burst, burst

He whistles and he runs

[Oooooooh]
[Ooooooooooh]
[Ooooooh]

We saw you in distraction:
a sleeping slow despair
Rehearsing interaction, he wasn't even there
A creature is a creature,
though you wish you were the wind
The boat will not stop moving
if you tie him up until the end

He whistles and he runs so hold him fast
Breathe the burn, he wants to let it last
He might succumb to what you haven't been
He has a keen eye for what you didn't see

When the cadaverous mob saves their doors for the dead men
You cannot leave
When the cadaverous mob saves its doors for the dead men
You cannot leave

Ahhhhhhh

[Fancy summer's stall, a time to be so small]
[To the urchin, see our mirrored time for all]
[A summerside way of life, a time to be so small]
[Stronger by the urchin's side, a time to be so small]

[The urchin will lurch in there for this]
[The urchin will lurch in there for the facts]
[The urchin will lurch in there for the facts]
[The urchin will lurch in there for the facts]

Cadaverous mob saves their doors for the dead men
You cannot leave
When the cadaverous mob saves its doors for the dead men
You cannot leave

[Lurching, lurching, searching, lurching]
[The urchin will lurch in there for the facts]
[The urchin will lurch in]

[It's all in the faded past]
[The bottom of the unwind]
[It's the end of the this]
[The bottom of the unwind]