The Nudes Lift Shields for War

The Nudes Lift Shields for War 歌词

歌曲	The Nudes Lift Shields for War
歌手	Current 93
专辑	Baalstorm, Sing Omega
下载	Image LRC TXT

	The West got the rest it deserved
	Drowning
	under oysters
	Sailing on disappearance
	Underwater
	But infallible the blossoms
	In the far night
	Under the tabernacle
	The mermaids drift joylessly
	Queer metermaids
	Snapdragon elves
	Invert against Æons
	That guided missiles
	Into the Alchemist's home
	The credit card is cancelled
	The
	Storm
	—her eye on the sores
	And the eyes and ears
	Of wild blind eyes
	The buckethome
	Of the unready phrase
	Grand marsh of the ⲛⲓϥⲉ
	"Night! Death! Storm! Omega!"
	The traffic lights flicker out at Mamre
	The last thing I saw were your eyes
	They were as loud as stars
	As mute as the twilight sinking
	Over the olive tree
	Licking
	flames
	from the
	burning
	bush
	Scales stairs always up
	The monsoon was driven by the
	storms
	Into the valleys
	By
	chic
	tombs the swallows drift
	Ironic to their end
	The kittens fill turquoise cages
	In time to the milkmaid's slow calling
	Pain in the plough in the fields
	The green greedy fields
	Bleed lace and dream
	Machines and chips
	And Aladdin's wires
	The alleluia buzzes
	Brimming with sounds of
	storms
	and vowels
	As voiced by the deaf
	On the palates the shapes and their heads
	Like berries lush in the summer
	We were all ready to drop
	The sound of the
	storm
	was spears
	Ripped phrases from the First Garden Log
	Sensational news!
	"The nudes lift shields for war!"
	But swivel and bank to the left
	Breast bared the amazon
	And blind lens shuts over rivers
	Hovering illly over the mist
	The
	cataract
	approaches might in grins
	Growls borrowed histories
	Maps are scored and scraped
	Debris, white pens, rust, root
	Swarf, machines, bad faith
	To Us
	Us
	Us
	Us
	The clouds
	drown
	in mists
	Covers the sow, the bristle
	The tiny mouth huddled
	In the box of blisters
	Floods comics of bibles

	The West got the rest it deserved
	Drowning
	under oysters
	Sailing on disappearance
	Underwater
	But infallible the blossoms
	In the far night
	Under the tabernacle
	The mermaids drift joylessly
	Queer metermaids
	Snapdragon elves
	Invert against ons
	That guided missiles
	Into the Alchemist' s home
	The credit card is cancelled
	The
	Storm
	her eye on the sores
	And the eyes and ears
	Of wild blind eyes
	The buckethome
	Of the unready phrase
	Grand marsh of the
	" Night! Death! Storm! Omega!"
	The traffic lights flicker out at Mamre
	The last thing I saw were your eyes
	They were as loud as stars
	As mute as the twilight sinking
	Over the olive tree
	Licking
	flames
	from the
	burning
	bush
	Scales stairs always up
	The monsoon was driven by the
	storms
	Into the valleys
	By
	chic
	tombs the swallows drift
	Ironic to their end
	The kittens fill turquoise cages
	In time to the milkmaid' s slow calling
	Pain in the plough in the fields
	The green greedy fields
	Bleed lace and dream
	Machines and chips
	And Aladdin' s wires
	The alleluia buzzes
	Brimming with sounds of
	storms
	and vowels
	As voiced by the deaf
	On the palates the shapes and their heads
	Like berries lush in the summer
	We were all ready to drop
	The sound of the
	storm
	was spears
	Ripped phrases from the First Garden Log
	Sensational news!
	" The nudes lift shields for war!"
	But swivel and bank to the left
	Breast bared the amazon
	And blind lens shuts over rivers
	Hovering illly over the mist
	The
	cataract
	approaches might in grins
	Growls borrowed histories
	Maps are scored and scraped
	Debris, white pens, rust, root
	Swarf, machines, bad faith
	To Us
	Us
	Us
	Us
	The clouds
	drown
	in mists
	Covers the sow, the bristle
	The tiny mouth huddled
	In the box of blisters
	Floods comics of bibles

	The West got the rest it deserved
	Drowning
	under oysters
	Sailing on disappearance
	Underwater
	But infallible the blossoms
	In the far night
	Under the tabernacle
	The mermaids drift joylessly
	Queer metermaids
	Snapdragon elves
	Invert against ons
	That guided missiles
	Into the Alchemist' s home
	The credit card is cancelled
	The
	Storm
	her eye on the sores
	And the eyes and ears
	Of wild blind eyes
	The buckethome
	Of the unready phrase
	Grand marsh of the
	" Night! Death! Storm! Omega!"
	The traffic lights flicker out at Mamre
	The last thing I saw were your eyes
	They were as loud as stars
	As mute as the twilight sinking
	Over the olive tree
	Licking
	flames
	from the
	burning
	bush
	Scales stairs always up
	The monsoon was driven by the
	storms
	Into the valleys
	By
	chic
	tombs the swallows drift
	Ironic to their end
	The kittens fill turquoise cages
	In time to the milkmaid' s slow calling
	Pain in the plough in the fields
	The green greedy fields
	Bleed lace and dream
	Machines and chips
	And Aladdin' s wires
	The alleluia buzzes
	Brimming with sounds of
	storms
	and vowels
	As voiced by the deaf
	On the palates the shapes and their heads
	Like berries lush in the summer
	We were all ready to drop
	The sound of the
	storm
	was spears
	Ripped phrases from the First Garden Log
	Sensational news!
	" The nudes lift shields for war!"
	But swivel and bank to the left
	Breast bared the amazon
	And blind lens shuts over rivers
	Hovering illly over the mist
	The
	cataract
	approaches might in grins
	Growls borrowed histories
	Maps are scored and scraped
	Debris, white pens, rust, root
	Swarf, machines, bad faith
	To Us
	Us
	Us
	Us
	The clouds
	drown
	in mists
	Covers the sow, the bristle
	The tiny mouth huddled
	In the box of blisters
	Floods comics of bibles

The Nudes Lift Shields for War 歌词

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