歌曲 | The Inmost Light Itself |
歌手 | Current 93 |
专辑 | The Inmost Light |
作词 : Tibet | |
And when I saw the little children sing | |
Their mouths were red and sad | |
Their lipsticksealed smiles | |
And in their minds they hold and hope some sign | |
Some hope | |
The gaudy sequinned dragging banner of the inmost light | |
Around my eyes the sewers spew and laugh | |
The fallen flower gazes at me reaped | |
The crippled cuckoo falls brokenwing | |
And turns around to me and brokenbeak grins | |
From its head | |
Thus so no fear thus so it has arrived | |
The inmost light | |
And if I turn my head for shame | |
And see my lovers' rivers burst and folding there | |
I'll cross my eyes and close my heart | |
And whisper to her womb | |
Greatbloodgreatsilencemymotherthemysteryofall | |
Nothingmaygrasptheenoonemaygraspthee | |
Letmeholdtheenowohcomeohcomeatlast | |
The inmost light | |
Oh God I trail my hands up to my eyes | |
Up to my eyes up to my eyes up to my eyes | |
And say if only then my light and if only if only if | |
I had not despised | |
The inmost light | |
And so I kneel at bluegate blackmouthdeath | |
And offer as my feeble explanation | |
I thought so much was left and so much | |
Time to praise and call the inmost light | |
And I suppose full half and more of these are dreams | |
Some broken code of morals rising after I had touched | |
Her very pith and marrow oh her inmost light | |
If I could scatter children | |
If I could scatter children | |
And while I gaze and count my coins | |
After your godgoldglow they're dead | |
The head is dead and lead | |
I see and feel the hiding glow blaze behind you | |
The inmost light | |
And if your lips are taut | |
Don't move your teeth to speak | |
The lines will start to fall | |
And pull the structure of your world | |
Then all apart | |
And thus you'll see you'll call the inmost night | |
It wispered to me and laughed and said you | |
Lied and shamed the inmost light | |
And if you recall I bent yewlike and roared | |
You did not see the cloudburst wind dead towards you | |
Of the inmost light | |
Our hands tumble towards the skies | |
The block visions of the inmost light | |
And if I pointless arch | |
And spit white nothings at the sky | |
Oh bigboys check it out too fucking late | |
The children move through town | |
And skip tornskirted and roll the hoop into the arms | |
Of the inmost light | |
Sheer char shrift and sharp | |
Christ is risen you may creep to the cross too late | |
But it's much too late to welcome the inmost light | |
Branch sallow willow yew and tree | |
Not so gay no more | |
So falling faster and faster we fall | |
Nearer cataclysm | |
Or salvation | |
Or nothing how terrible | |
I we are snuffed out with just the momentary mark of smoke | |
To array our passing | |
So we stand milky in moonlight | |
Is this all there is? | |
Is this all there is? | |
Is this all there is? | |
Our eyes so fixed | |
That the darkness surrounds us | |
Unnoticed | |
And we are drowned by the loss of light | |
Unnoticed | |
Is this all there is my friends? | |
Is this all there is? | |
Goodnight goodnight the inmost light | |
Westron wynde when wyll thow blow? | |
The smalle rayne downe can rayne can rayne | |
Cryst yf my love were in my armys | |
And I yn my bed a gayne | |
Will you wait for me there by the dead clock? | |
No more dying | |
One red bird | |
Will You meet me there? | |
Before I sputter out? | |
Dragonflies and mayflies | |
Hovering candles | |
As alabaster guardians for me | |
If you open that door | |
All hell floods out | |
But quietly drably | |
The colour of | |
The smell of | |
The texture of | |
Dust |
zuò cí : Tibet | |
And when I saw the little children sing | |
Their mouths were red and sad | |
Their lipsticksealed smiles | |
And in their minds they hold and hope some sign | |
Some hope | |
The gaudy sequinned dragging banner of the inmost light | |
Around my eyes the sewers spew and laugh | |
The fallen flower gazes at me reaped | |
The crippled cuckoo falls brokenwing | |
And turns around to me and brokenbeak grins | |
From its head | |
Thus so no fear thus so it has arrived | |
The inmost light | |
And if I turn my head for shame | |
And see my lovers' rivers burst and folding there | |
I' ll cross my eyes and close my heart | |
And whisper to her womb | |
Greatbloodgreatsilencemymotherthemysteryofall | |
Nothingmaygrasptheenoonemaygraspthee | |
Letmeholdtheenowohcomeohcomeatlast | |
The inmost light | |
Oh God I trail my hands up to my eyes | |
Up to my eyes up to my eyes up to my eyes | |
And say if only then my light and if only if only if | |
I had not despised | |
The inmost light | |
And so I kneel at bluegate blackmouthdeath | |
And offer as my feeble explanation | |
I thought so much was left and so much | |
Time to praise and call the inmost light | |
And I suppose full half and more of these are dreams | |
Some broken code of morals rising after I had touched | |
Her very pith and marrow oh her inmost light | |
If I could scatter children | |
If I could scatter children | |
And while I gaze and count my coins | |
After your godgoldglow they' re dead | |
The head is dead and lead | |
I see and feel the hiding glow blaze behind you | |
The inmost light | |
And if your lips are taut | |
Don' t move your teeth to speak | |
The lines will start to fall | |
And pull the structure of your world | |
Then all apart | |
And thus you' ll see you' ll call the inmost night | |
It wispered to me and laughed and said you | |
Lied and shamed the inmost light | |
And if you recall I bent yewlike and roared | |
You did not see the cloudburst wind dead towards you | |
Of the inmost light | |
Our hands tumble towards the skies | |
The block visions of the inmost light | |
And if I pointless arch | |
And spit white nothings at the sky | |
Oh bigboys check it out too fucking late | |
The children move through town | |
And skip tornskirted and roll the hoop into the arms | |
Of the inmost light | |
Sheer char shrift and sharp | |
Christ is risen you may creep to the cross too late | |
But it' s much too late to welcome the inmost light | |
Branch sallow willow yew and tree | |
Not so gay no more | |
So falling faster and faster we fall | |
Nearer cataclysm | |
Or salvation | |
Or nothing how terrible | |
I we are snuffed out with just the momentary mark of smoke | |
To array our passing | |
So we stand milky in moonlight | |
Is this all there is? | |
Is this all there is? | |
Is this all there is? | |
Our eyes so fixed | |
That the darkness surrounds us | |
Unnoticed | |
And we are drowned by the loss of light | |
Unnoticed | |
Is this all there is my friends? | |
Is this all there is? | |
Goodnight goodnight the inmost light | |
Westron wynde when wyll thow blow? | |
The smalle rayne downe can rayne can rayne | |
Cryst yf my love were in my armys | |
And I yn my bed a gayne | |
Will you wait for me there by the dead clock? | |
No more dying | |
One red bird | |
Will You meet me there? | |
Before I sputter out? | |
Dragonflies and mayflies | |
Hovering candles | |
As alabaster guardians for me | |
If you open that door | |
All hell floods out | |
But quietly drably | |
The colour of | |
The smell of | |
The texture of | |
Dust |