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  • The eternal son runs to the mother
    She smoothes his brow and bids him
    Drink from her well of hammered mist
    Come long sweet lad, fog rises from the ground
    The falling soot is just the dust of a shimmering gem
    The black moon shines on a lake
    White as a hand in the dark
    She lifts the lamp to see his face
    The silver ladle of his throat
    The boy, the beast, and the butterfly.
    The sea is a morgue, the sea is a morgue, the needle and the gun
    These things float in blood that has no name
    The telegraph poles are crosses on the line
    Rusted pins, not enough saviours to hang
    She blesses the road, the robe and the road and the noose of vine
    And she waits beneath the triangle
    Formed by Mercury, an evening star
    The fifth planet with its blistering sore
    And the soaring eagle above and to the west
    The boy, the beast and the butterfly.
    She walks across a bridge of magpies
    Her hollow tongue fills the brightness with water
    And in the wink of an eye
    One planet with a glittering womb
    One white crow one diamond head
    Big as a world, big as a world
    The boy, the beast, the butterfly
    Craving
    Above the sore, the blistering sore
    of the fifth planet
    Wait, stop, don't forget, don't forget,
    How I played with you
    How I kissed away your tears
    Don't forget
    The white mouth of the son smiles
    In this beautiful tounge, a seed, a flight.
  • [00:21.10]The eternal son runs to the mother
    [00:28.32]She smoothes his brow and bids him
    [00:32.17]Drink from her well of hammered mist
    [00:38.24]Come long sweet lad, fog rises from the ground
    [00:46.95]The falling soot is just the dust of a shimmering gem
    [00:53.84]The black moon shines on a lake
    [00:59.90]White as a hand in the dark
    [01:09.49]She lifts the lamp to see his face
    [01:14.06]The silver ladle of his throat
    [01:20.85]The boy, the beast, and the butterfly.
    [01:34.00]The sea is a morgue, the sea is a morgue, the needle and the gun
    [01:42.14]These things float in blood that has no name
    [01:49.17]The telegraph poles are crosses on the line
    [01:55.26]Rusted pins, not enough saviours to hang
    [02:04.27]She blesses the road, the robe and the road and the noose of vine
    [02:13.11]And she waits beneath the triangle
    [02:19.25]Formed by Mercury, an evening star
    [02:25.26]The fifth planet with its blistering sore
    [02:33.06]And the soaring eagle above and to the west
    [02:42.35]The boy, the beast and the butterfly.
    [03:01.24]She walks across a bridge of magpies
    [03:06.93]Her hollow tongue fills the brightness with water
    [03:13.74]And in the wink of an eye
    [03:19.56]One planet with a glittering womb
    [03:23.94]One white crow one diamond head
    [03:27.91]Big as a world, big as a world
    [03:32.53]The boy, the beast, the butterfly
    [03:42.67]Craving
    [03:48.87]Above the sore, the blistering sore
    [03:54.75]of the fifth planet
    [04:00.87]Wait, stop, don't forget, don't forget,
    [04:08.99]How I played with you
    [04:13.34]How I kissed away your tears
    [04:17.19]Don't forget
    [04:22.06]The white mouth of the son smiles
    [04:31.19]In this beautiful tounge, a seed, a flight.