作曲 : David Tibet And the clip-clops increasing Singing the Blues and Ends and Reds Oh Hallucinatory Mountain Full of beauty and pain Cry become many Pasture moon scorpion Grow numb cord invisible Sleep paradigms Horn burns and flesh Suck beneath roofs Chew prisons skin destroyer Destroyer Murderer Morning whirlwind The crocodile devours everything Except the watchtower green fields Min is mine Not thine It’s Kitten Time at GreatCrystalShrine I am the butterfly net And I see bad things arising And crimes committed at night Under the brow of the desolate Hill Whilst Aleph grins And says “All is good time” And Cain as sharp as grass nods “All is good crime” I have had many men in me The frame is empty ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲡⲉ ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲡⲉ ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲡⲉ You sailed away On the rush boat Onto last rivers Styx or Thames or Nile Woman in pale blue Man and peach And the cats and cows In the club the old men The old women Die Bingo The pyramids are on wagons Go to Mecca and harbours But I am not the disco I am not the memory of Pilate I am Aleph I am Adam With Rickie Lee Me and tea By the bridge of sighs With ice cream and clouds Of chemicals and cancers But I am not the disco The voice gasps out Aleph says “I am not the disco” Adam says “I am not the disco” Aleph and Adam spill out: “For the first 26 years I assumed the death posture And swallowed spunk like butter Cut my fingers Stretched hands and peered Through the gauze Grew moons or flowers And threw up robins And the beaks of Kings”
作曲 : David Tibet And the clip-clops increasing Singing the Blues and Ends and Reds Oh Hallucinatory Mountain Full of beauty and pain Cry become many Pasture moon scorpion Grow numb cord invisible Sleep paradigms Horn burns and flesh Suck beneath roofs Chew prisons skin destroyer Destroyer Murderer Morning whirlwind The crocodile devours everything Except the watchtower green fields Min is mine Not thine It’s Kitten Time at GreatCrystalShrine I am the butterfly net And I see bad things arising And crimes committed at night Under the brow of the desolate Hill Whilst Aleph grins And says “All is good time” And Cain as sharp as grass nods “All is good crime” I have had many men in me The frame is empty ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲡⲉ ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲡⲉ ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲡⲉ You sailed away On the rush boat Onto last rivers Styx or Thames or Nile Woman in pale blue Man and peach And the cats and cows In the club the old men The old women Die Bingo The pyramids are on wagons Go to Mecca and harbours But I am not the disco I am not the memory of Pilate I am Aleph I am Adam With Rickie Lee Me and tea By the bridge of sighs With ice cream and clouds Of chemicals and cancers But I am not the disco The voice gasps out Aleph says “I am not the disco” Adam says “I am not the disco” Aleph and Adam spill out: “For the first 26 years I assumed the death posture And swallowed spunk like butter Cut my fingers Stretched hands and peered Through the gauze Grew moons or flowers And threw up robins And the beaks of Kings”
