25 Ocak 2010 Pazartesi

Current 93 - All The Stars Are Dead Now

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  1. Bloody smoke
    Foggy smoke
    Beginnings and endings...
    There's a heart of the world
    In the bowed bony Burren
    There's a trip-hole to her heart
    In soaring SnÔfellsness
    And the crack of the world
    The moist ruddy lips of her
    Thee slit of the mother fallen
    Sliced from the stars
    By the slicing discus
    At Kamarupa
    At Kamarupa
    At Kamarupa

    From her mouth at the end
    Of the worlds
    From her mouth at the end
    Of the times
    The shapes that form the ends
    Of the wheelings
    The forces that shape the forms
    Of the breaths
    That cover the clouds
    Of the green world's last dancing’s
    Flicker forth like spring-heeled jackals
    All laughing and bloody and wrathful
    And peaceful and shining and pallid
    And burning and liquid and sadness
    And joy
    And joy

    (Mansour is smiling teethly at the stars
    John sits on the stairs with me
    His eyes are shining -
    Mother - come to me)

    Little lovely licking tongues of fire
    Smiling and slyly emerge from the stones
    The air is now very very viscous
    In the distance Sunday children play pipes
    The air is now very violent
    Birds do not fill the air
    Laughing does not fill the air
    No bodies fill the air
    But the sun filters slowly through the air
    As if it has turned to sticky sweet mud
    All flowers die
    Except for some few
    A chain of burning bloody flowers
    Follow my eyes crying tears

    (Lilith is smiling at the corpse of a cow
    And in that corpsey cow
    The corpse of another
    And so on and so on
    And perhaps forever
    If times were not folding and falling
    Over each other
    And so on and so on and so on
    And certainly endless)

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  2. Mene mene tekel upharsin
    We have been weighed and lost
    We have been weighed and lost

    (I slept I dreamt I dreamed a dream:
    London bright fires smiling and burning
    Light roads road through the starlacked night
    Many dark suns are falling falling down
    London Bridge is destroyed)

    In my mind pigs and rubble gnaw
    In the dark heights and hearts of Albion
    Shudderings in the heart
    Cruelty in the heart
    And this is over
    All over now
    In Kamarupa
    In Kamarupa

    My eyes my mind spinning
    Spinning back and forth
    Eyes in London
    Mind in a hole
    Oh they come they come
    They run out
    Fleeing from what
    They come out running
    Running
    Great Babylon has fallen fallen fallen
    Jerusalem has fallen fallen fallen
    The great great beast
    Is dead dead dead dead
    Simon, Simon is dead dead dead dead
    And some other bleeding children
    Are smiling
    They're dead in the rubble
    They're dead dead dead dead
    And Mercury rises
    And Mercury falls
    And how dead dead dead dead
    Dead dead are you
    Summertime
    When the living is easy
    Summertime
    When the dying is easy
    The world shudders on
    Black tree against a bruised blue sky
    The fairground is all shabby and silent
    Red sky at night
    Red sky at night
    Danger
    Christ is crying
    Christ's tears leaving
    His heart and night
    All the many faces we have worn
    All the many faces we have borne
    And dead dead dead dead dead dead
    Dead dead dead dead dead are we

    Though once I thought
    Oh once I read
    The hidden god plays hide and seek
    Whilst others still run from him
    From the world's stomach
    The goddies emerge
    And who comes to judge us
    And who comes to push us
    The bloody master
    Is bloody dead dead dead
    And who comes to strike us
    And who comes to hold us
    Where is his colour
    Where is her cover
    And What is her nature
    And where does he shine from

    (Broken birds move through the air -
    They all drink blood)

    When Christ smiles his smile is broken
    Holly ivy old dead trees
    Dead dead dead
    Holy and ivy dead dead dead dead
    Dead dead dead dead
    Dead dead dead dead
    Rainbow lovely arc lovely lights
    Dead dead dead dead
    Horn stag cross meets hunter
    Dead dead dead dead

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  3. (Oh Saint Eustace ora pro nobis)

    Old woman old woman old woman
    Old and dead dead dead dead
    Now no summers left
    This side of boxwood
    Crosses broken in my midsummer
    The south is dying
    The north is dying
    The west is dying
    The east is dying
    There are four corners to the world she said
    And every one
    Is dead dead dead dead
    Dead dead dead dead
    Dead dead dead dead dead
    Dead dead dead dead
    Dead dead dead dead dead
    And all the planets
    They're dead dead dead dead
    And all my heart
    Is dead dead dead dead
    Dead dead dead dead dead dead dead
    Dead dead dead dead dead dead dead
    It's all dead dead dead

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