Black Ice - Gary Lucas, Peter Hammill

Nobody’s second guess’ll get to surpass you

In your over-estimation of your innate worth

And your natural virtue

But someone’s hear to bend your ear with a quiet word

Best pay attention, you’ll get no better advice:

Clamp on the crampons, riding for a fall tonight

Get a grip, this slippery slope you stand on

Is a sheet of black ice

Now the rush of blood’s gushing in upon you

In slow motion you strain to maintain your poise

The red carpet reception

A clear spotlight affair that you can’t avoid

Forward projection, everyone here seems so nice

Handbags and gladrags, milk the applause tonight

Geta grip, this starry stair you’re cliimbing’s

Built on blocks of black ice

There’s no safety net ready there to catch you

And your overstated case has unravelled fast

This is no perfect playground

Though stardom’s accidental moment has been a blast

You try to get a grip

But the hipster trip’s undone you

You’re skidding on the black ice