| The Rider To The World's End
Lyric by Clive James, music by Pete Atkin
You simply mustn't blame yourself, the days were perfect
And so were exactly what I was born to spoil
For I am the Rider to the World's End
Bound across the cinder causeway
From the furnace to the quarry
Through the fields of oil
And I left you with the sign of the Rider to the World's End
It was not the mark of Zorro
Written sharply on your forehead with a blade
Just a way of not turning up tomorrow
And of phonecalls never made
My time with you seemed readymade to last for always
And so was predestined to be over in a flash
For I am the Rider to the World's End
Bound across the fields of oil
Through the broken-bottle forest
To the plains of ash
And I left you with the sign of the Rider to the World's End
It was not the ace of diamonds
Or the death's-head of the Phantom on your jaw
Just a suddenly-relaxing set of knuckles
Never rapped against a door
You were more thoughtful for and fond of me than I was
And so were precisely what I can never trust
For I am the Rider to the World's End
Bound across the plains of ashes
To the molten-metal valleys
In the hills of dust
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