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Just an ordinary day, I knew that autumn was on its way
I could see by the gilt of the clouds, the burnish on the bay
A ring of effusia settled on the city like a vision of the future

Before the scales fell away
A vision of the future looking more than just okay
A good feeling, yes, just a good feeling
And it only happens now and then
Out of the mouth of a black dog
Out of the terrors of 3 a.m.
Out of the dark and whispering fen
I was blind then I could see, now I´m blind again
So I hollered up to Jill
Come down from the mountain, your ears are ´a burning
My speech is a fountain, it´s been another long year
But you know I´m not counting
I dreamed you like you dreamed me
Oh, the bomb dreamed the fuse and the drowner dreamed the sea
What a strange feeling, yes, it´s a strange feeling

And it only happens now and then
Out of the mouth of a black dog
Out of the terrors of 3 a.m.
Out of the dark and whispering fen
I was blind then I could see, now I´m blind again
Most of the Aegean Sea rushes into my bedroom and glitters for me
The hills of Gallipoli all throw up their bones for my industry
So I build from the charnel, the ale house
I build from the tomb a palace of dreams
That old barren rock face got silver seams for a miner of middling means
Singing poems of dissolution and schemes
My penny whistles, lo
Now I summon up Jack, sat up on the hill
The wrong kind of music, the wrong kind of pill
Impotent as a potato but still pleading, give it up Mary

But not by degrees
A portrait of Jack, a study in sin
Well, I knew of myself before I knew of him
Now even I couldn´t tell ya just who it is asking
Give it up Mary but not by degrees
Give it up Mary, your virtue, please
Into the mouth of a black dog, I go
Into the terrors of 3 a.m., I go
Into the dark and whispering fen, I go
I was blind then, blind again
Into the mouth of a black dog, I go
Into the terrors of 3 a.m., I go
Into the dark and whispering fen, I go
Oh, what beast has my name on its snaggle tooth
And eternal slobber for my finishing youth?
My penny whistles low