作词 : David Tibet 作曲 : David Tibet You look beautiful still in the cloths You wear in the photograph If you could see the missiles that count time As I have seen them and ride them "I am the hare with the eyes of coiled rope Drawing the teeth of the lupine moon" The Hunter lounges beside her studded with petals Magnifies the Valley In the Garden of Fires "Come with me and take my hand And walk the Gospel Milewide Smile" The head of the face Of the grave of heaven The fear on the tiny smile of SilverFlashState The agnoised pain of collisions of Crescents The apocalypse girl—Chiara in her hat— Sits and talks to atoms and planets That descend from the trees Bending their knees She calls my name knowing She is famed for the flowers That pour from her teeth Sometimes before Aquarius Gave birth to murders in armour Oh yeah! camoflage! Before the Stars of the Seas contacted me When we were still Æons Long, long times ago Haunted I wound string Haunting them Pulled umbilical cords from lovers' dream Made savage thread Worshipped pricks or frocks or creatures Called "Oh Lord!" Or "Death!" or "Party!" Look! The walker is on the grass Ebony or words for forms Let's piss peace on the shadows The "Oh Yeah! Oh Death!" chorus Rolls like sores over the wreckage Of minor moons and white electrics Lectures on despair Points to the Queer Queen's toes In silk or **** or space
作词 : David Tibet 作曲 : David Tibet You look beautiful still in the cloths You wear in the photograph If you could see the missiles that count time As I have seen them and ride them "I am the hare with the eyes of coiled rope Drawing the teeth of the lupine moon" The Hunter lounges beside her studded with petals Magnifies the Valley In the Garden of Fires "Come with me and take my hand And walk the Gospel Milewide Smile" The head of the face Of the grave of heaven The fear on the tiny smile of SilverFlashState The agnoised pain of collisions of Crescents The apocalypse girl—Chiara in her hat— Sits and talks to atoms and planets That descend from the trees Bending their knees She calls my name knowing She is famed for the flowers That pour from her teeth Sometimes before Aquarius Gave birth to murders in armour Oh yeah! camoflage! Before the Stars of the Seas contacted me When we were still Æons Long, long times ago Haunted I wound string Haunting them Pulled umbilical cords from lovers' dream Made savage thread Worshipped pricks or frocks or creatures Called "Oh Lord!" Or "Death!" or "Party!" Look! The walker is on the grass Ebony or words for forms Let's piss peace on the shadows The "Oh Yeah! Oh Death!" chorus Rolls like sores over the wreckage Of minor moons and white electrics Lectures on despair Points to the Queer Queen's toes In silk or **** or space
