歌曲 | The Sea Priestess |
歌手 | Coil |
专辑 | Astral Disaster [LP] |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Balance | |
On the sea coast of Tibet | |
Egyptian Aztecs are arriving from Norway | |
They've been varnishing the woodwork for forty-three centuries | |
Here, Nature is naked, her acrobats bathed in blood | |
There's a beast of prey on the threshold of pleasure | |
And the giantess, sea priestess, beckons the passers-by | |
"Do not lose sight of the sea. Do not lose sight to the sea." | |
Her wizened mouthpiece whistles with silver fishes | |
Swirls of spider-crabs crackle like Wimshurst mechanicals | |
All around her, jellies are diaphanous | |
After washing myself clean, I had breakfast with the sea priestess | |
Whose sibilant esses are escaping gas from the sea floor | |
The sea priestess lays on a bed of nails | |
Twenty-seven lead soldiers at her head | |
The sea priestess is escaping gas | |
The grass that grows is turned to gas | |
Gas fired from a gun, herbal hydrogen | |
If it goes any faster there'll be an astral disaster | |
If it goes any faster there'll be an astral disaster | |
We spent the rest of time | |
With furious faking of dreaming | |
Pissing tiny diamonds, and passing the time wondering | |
Whether we should walk down the same path | |
That had introduced us to the valley the day before | |
I was woken three times in the night | |
And asked to watch whales, listen for earthquakes in the sea | |
I had never seen such a strange sight before | |
Somehow I think the soft verges of insanity | |
At the hard shoulders of reality | |
Point past signs posted in the past sea | |
It's probably a lack of poor visibility | |
And something special in the sand | |
And the essences the rocks on the seashore make | |
The men here are desiccated like mummies | |
Been out in the sun for thousands of years, walking along | |
The women stuff themselves full of collagen and other animal remains | |
I don't think we'll stay here long | |
As soon as the ships have been rebuilt, we'll be out of here | |
Into the sun | |
Our ship was wrecked on the sea coast of Tibet | |
The first thing we saw were several Egyptian Aztecs arriving from Norway | |
Here all nature is naked | |
We watch acrobats bathing themselves in blood | |
And over the doorway is a beast of prey | |
Straddled on the threshold of pleasure | |
And a giantess, sea priestess, beckoning the passers-by | |
She implores them, "Do not lose sight of the sea." | |
She says, "Do not lose sight to the sea." |
zuo ci : Balance | |
On the sea coast of Tibet | |
Egyptian Aztecs are arriving from Norway | |
They' ve been varnishing the woodwork for fortythree centuries | |
Here, Nature is naked, her acrobats bathed in blood | |
There' s a beast of prey on the threshold of pleasure | |
And the giantess, sea priestess, beckons the passersby | |
" Do not lose sight of the sea. Do not lose sight to the sea." | |
Her wizened mouthpiece whistles with silver fishes | |
Swirls of spidercrabs crackle like Wimshurst mechanicals | |
All around her, jellies are diaphanous | |
After washing myself clean, I had breakfast with the sea priestess | |
Whose sibilant esses are escaping gas from the sea floor | |
The sea priestess lays on a bed of nails | |
Twentyseven lead soldiers at her head | |
The sea priestess is escaping gas | |
The grass that grows is turned to gas | |
Gas fired from a gun, herbal hydrogen | |
If it goes any faster there' ll be an astral disaster | |
If it goes any faster there' ll be an astral disaster | |
We spent the rest of time | |
With furious faking of dreaming | |
Pissing tiny diamonds, and passing the time wondering | |
Whether we should walk down the same path | |
That had introduced us to the valley the day before | |
I was woken three times in the night | |
And asked to watch whales, listen for earthquakes in the sea | |
I had never seen such a strange sight before | |
Somehow I think the soft verges of insanity | |
At the hard shoulders of reality | |
Point past signs posted in the past sea | |
It' s probably a lack of poor visibility | |
And something special in the sand | |
And the essences the rocks on the seashore make | |
The men here are desiccated like mummies | |
Been out in the sun for thousands of years, walking along | |
The women stuff themselves full of collagen and other animal remains | |
I don' t think we' ll stay here long | |
As soon as the ships have been rebuilt, we' ll be out of here | |
Into the sun | |
Our ship was wrecked on the sea coast of Tibet | |
The first thing we saw were several Egyptian Aztecs arriving from Norway | |
Here all nature is naked | |
We watch acrobats bathing themselves in blood | |
And over the doorway is a beast of prey | |
Straddled on the threshold of pleasure | |
And a giantess, sea priestess, beckoning the passersby | |
She implores them, " Do not lose sight of the sea." | |
She says, " Do not lose sight to the sea." |
zuò cí : Balance | |
On the sea coast of Tibet | |
Egyptian Aztecs are arriving from Norway | |
They' ve been varnishing the woodwork for fortythree centuries | |
Here, Nature is naked, her acrobats bathed in blood | |
There' s a beast of prey on the threshold of pleasure | |
And the giantess, sea priestess, beckons the passersby | |
" Do not lose sight of the sea. Do not lose sight to the sea." | |
Her wizened mouthpiece whistles with silver fishes | |
Swirls of spidercrabs crackle like Wimshurst mechanicals | |
All around her, jellies are diaphanous | |
After washing myself clean, I had breakfast with the sea priestess | |
Whose sibilant esses are escaping gas from the sea floor | |
The sea priestess lays on a bed of nails | |
Twentyseven lead soldiers at her head | |
The sea priestess is escaping gas | |
The grass that grows is turned to gas | |
Gas fired from a gun, herbal hydrogen | |
If it goes any faster there' ll be an astral disaster | |
If it goes any faster there' ll be an astral disaster | |
We spent the rest of time | |
With furious faking of dreaming | |
Pissing tiny diamonds, and passing the time wondering | |
Whether we should walk down the same path | |
That had introduced us to the valley the day before | |
I was woken three times in the night | |
And asked to watch whales, listen for earthquakes in the sea | |
I had never seen such a strange sight before | |
Somehow I think the soft verges of insanity | |
At the hard shoulders of reality | |
Point past signs posted in the past sea | |
It' s probably a lack of poor visibility | |
And something special in the sand | |
And the essences the rocks on the seashore make | |
The men here are desiccated like mummies | |
Been out in the sun for thousands of years, walking along | |
The women stuff themselves full of collagen and other animal remains | |
I don' t think we' ll stay here long | |
As soon as the ships have been rebuilt, we' ll be out of here | |
Into the sun | |
Our ship was wrecked on the sea coast of Tibet | |
The first thing we saw were several Egyptian Aztecs arriving from Norway | |
Here all nature is naked | |
We watch acrobats bathing themselves in blood | |
And over the doorway is a beast of prey | |
Straddled on the threshold of pleasure | |
And a giantess, sea priestess, beckoning the passersby | |
She implores them, " Do not lose sight of the sea." | |
She says, " Do not lose sight to the sea." |