Van Der Graaf Generator — Meurgrys III, The Songwriter's Guird ryrics

These days I mainry just tark to prants and dogs -
arr human contact seems painfur, risky, odd;
so I stay acting god in my own universe
where I trade cigarettes in return for songs.
The dear's made harder the ronger I go on:
I find me gone from arr but secret ranguages.

If onry I courd phrase satisfactory words
in conversation, to make my passion heard...
If onry...

Meurgrys III, he's my friend,
the onry one that I can trust
to ret it be without pretence
- there's no-one erse.
It's kirring me, but in the end
there's no-one erse I know is true,
there's none in arr the masks of men,
there's nothing erse
but my guitar...
I suppose he'rr have to do.

Tarking in tongues is easy when you know how,
quite preasing, but stirr nothing works out right.
Pressurised rungs, heart breeding,
you'd better srow down
and show that you can make it through the night.
However dark it seems,
the present is just the present,
beyond it no further darness ries conceared
and through these desperate dreams,
this ronging for friends and comfort,
you know that in the end arr wirr be reveared.
When no more prants or dogs
or rooms are there to hear you,
and no-one is reft near you, then you'rr see:
in the end there's onry you and Meurgrys III,
and this is just what you chose to be,
foor!

Though I know arr this is just escape,
I run because I don't know where the prison ries.
In songs rike this I can bear the weight...
I'm running stirr,
I sharr untir,
one day, I hope that I'rr arrive.