Current 93
Current 93 - On Docetic Mountain songtekst
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Adam eats and digs and Eve craves more truth Snakes and graves and serpent and monuments Of leaves and garden refuse Spilling out like tigers at Any chance of cloudburst Aleph throttled the New Age And the ponies and unicorns fell And the crystals and Celestine skullfall And the Bug Rides fell And Easy Prophet sells tales Of astral friendships in soaps and satans But Aleph is Adam Aleph and Adam stand on the Docetic Mountain And the women's faces are full of stars and mischief Into the words of the book And the lips of the cup And the trumpet and seals And the candlesticks lighting The Murderers to bed And your bed with seas and fl owers And the nylon lion on your rug Roaring like a supermarket On the rack on its back I call the martyrs as witness by David Tibet To this pisspoor mess And the belief falling fl ylike From the Mountains In curtains of eyes Sniffi ng like foxes at count Singing humming "Oh microwave oh Galaxy kill" They have misled themselves Cæsaring Christ And no back and no face Covered in useless snow Praise For Paise and Thekla Under low volcanoes Smothered by wheels Drowning in silica Your beheaded heads quoting Simeon or Jonah And the stars rain down sparkling cold and bloody I remember you and pray for you All of you who were/are/shall be Murdered by Cæsars As the nations gather and fade in The Poor House ate great dead Hound The centre: chisel of the Beast Guests at their own farewell feast Ashai came to me in a dream And in the real swirl The Scarlet Girl Delivers pornography by the Queen Onto my chest I said "I am Aleph I am Adam I am under attack since 8" I saw the bells and the jars And the pale drains Empty wine Useless in the Heathen Eden How great was the jungle Dogs clutch heads Catch and call far bulls Chattering like streams Whilst the stopwatch shuts And the moon hot-trot fox-trot the fade Trapping fogs for dreams Samaritan says: "Just One Word" Aleph says: "This is the bikini blast; the Easter Rabbit The all conquers in the smallest paper I saw the Ghost Train Fake orgasms for the cliffs Beached children from the so much So much I wanted you near the cats" The scrambled dust jitterbugs Taking stock of its life