Uncanny Island

Uncanny Island, flickering asylum
Strange to me, and ordinary
Girt by the ocean, property of ghosts -
From dreams of violence
Wakening to silence

They are born to rule you, like base desires school you
Indian miner wants to get to China
(through a wide and open
Wide and open wound)

I don’t recognise you
Though you comport almost the same
There’s something crook in how you
Fix me with your smile
Just a little bit insane

What’s the point of having all this hand
If you cannot wield the blade?
History is made by those who undеrstand
If you don’t slash and burn you fade

Uncanny Island, Uncanny Island

I don’t recognise thе sound anymore
Though you call the same old game
There’s something rubbish in the sound of your voice
Something rabid, something lame

What’s the point of all this pliant earth
If one cannot make it pay?
From the valley of the Tarkine
To the basin of Galilee

They are born to rule you, like base desires school you
And so perverse continue down that shaft
To find your uncanny self

Uncanny Island, Uncanny Island