作词 : David Tibet 作曲 : David Tibet The West got the rest it deserved Drowning under oysters Sailing on disappearance Underwater But infallible the blossoms In the far night Under the tabernacle The mermaids drift joylessly Queer metermaids Snapdragon elves Invert against Æons That guided missiles Into the Alchemist's home The credit card is cancelled The Storm —her eye on the sores And the eyes and ears Of wild blind eyes The buckethome Of the unready phrase Grand marsh of the ⲛⲓϥⲉ "Night! Death! Storm! Omega!" The traffic lights flicker out at Mamre The last thing I saw were your eyes They were as loud as stars As mute as the twilight sinking Over the olive tree Licking flames from the burning bush Scales stairs always up The monsoon was driven by the storms Into the valleys By chic tombs the swallows drift Ironic to their end The kittens fill turquoise cages In time to the milkmaid's slow calling Pain in the plough in the fields The green greedy fields Bleed lace and dream Machines and chips And Aladdin's wires The alleluia buzzes Brimming with sounds of storms and vowels As voiced by the deaf On the palates the shapes and their heads Like berries lush in the summer We were all ready to drop The sound of the storm was spears Ripped phrases from the First Garden Log Sensational news! "The nudes lift shields for war!" But swivel and bank to the left Breast bared the amazon And blind lens shuts over rivers Hovering illly over the mist The cataract approaches might in grins Growls borrowed histories Maps are scored and scraped Debris, white pens, rust, root Swarf, machines, bad faith To Us Us Us Us The clouds drown in mists Covers the sow, the bristle The tiny mouth huddled In the box of blisters Floods comics of bibles
作词 : David Tibet 作曲 : David Tibet The West got the rest it deserved Drowning under oysters Sailing on disappearance Underwater But infallible the blossoms In the far night Under the tabernacle The mermaids drift joylessly Queer metermaids Snapdragon elves Invert against Æons That guided missiles Into the Alchemist's home The credit card is cancelled The Storm —her eye on the sores And the eyes and ears Of wild blind eyes The buckethome Of the unready phrase Grand marsh of the ⲛⲓϥⲉ "Night! Death! Storm! Omega!" The traffic lights flicker out at Mamre The last thing I saw were your eyes They were as loud as stars As mute as the twilight sinking Over the olive tree Licking flames from the burning bush Scales stairs always up The monsoon was driven by the storms Into the valleys By chic tombs the swallows drift Ironic to their end The kittens fill turquoise cages In time to the milkmaid's slow calling Pain in the plough in the fields The green greedy fields Bleed lace and dream Machines and chips And Aladdin's wires The alleluia buzzes Brimming with sounds of storms and vowels As voiced by the deaf On the palates the shapes and their heads Like berries lush in the summer We were all ready to drop The sound of the storm was spears Ripped phrases from the First Garden Log Sensational news! "The nudes lift shields for war!" But swivel and bank to the left Breast bared the amazon And blind lens shuts over rivers Hovering illly over the mist The cataract approaches might in grins Growls borrowed histories Maps are scored and scraped Debris, white pens, rust, root Swarf, machines, bad faith To Us Us Us Us The clouds drown in mists Covers the sow, the bristle The tiny mouth huddled In the box of blisters Floods comics of bibles
