歌曲 | This Autistic Imperium Is Nihil Reich |
歌手 | Current 93 |
专辑 | Black Ships Ate the Sky |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cashmore | |
This autistic Imperium | |
With paint and spick and span | |
Is Nihil Reich | |
Whilst wine calls meat | |
My friend at teatime | |
Wonders at the weight | |
Of the armies that wait | |
For Golden Caesar | |
Have face of Beast | |
With lips of long love wasted | |
In Trojan seas | |
I called God on the phone | |
Just yesterday and spoke to Breathface | |
He told me death arises for Bloodface | |
Doctor without possibilities of crime | |
(Let's call that "pixie time") | |
To make light of the shouting in my head | |
I want to have lunch with the Umbrella Ladies | |
I want to make love with the Umbrella Ladies | |
Who inhabit the stealing time | |
I got this from the night-owl singing | |
"Policeman, policeman, is there anyone there?" | |
If the Great Turk eats Empire | |
Well is that countdown? | |
Or just Twinkletoes eating his face? | |
Whilst the wicked incense batters the church | |
Outside the church | |
Outside the church walls | |
Bloodface waits | |
He is twisting time | |
And selling sweets to sweethearts | |
Who have painted mountains for money | |
They sell their bodies to the Ice Cream Queens | |
Autistic Imperium | |
You have arisen as a way of cutting the Centre | |
Out of this world | |
Christ made a dance | |
Which turned into a trance | |
A thousand pick-axes are stored in Babylon | |
Destroyer? Nihil Reich? | |
Empty as the face | |
I saw when I awake with eyes as big as bugs | |
God made a nothing of nothing | |
He called the swans to roost in the ruins | |
Of fast-food lakes | |
And I say like Lazarus I arise in time | |
For tea and toast and judgement | |
And all that stuff that rests in the land of Jack and Jill |
zuo ci : Cashmore | |
This autistic Imperium | |
With paint and spick and span | |
Is Nihil Reich | |
Whilst wine calls meat | |
My friend at teatime | |
Wonders at the weight | |
Of the armies that wait | |
For Golden Caesar | |
Have face of Beast | |
With lips of long love wasted | |
In Trojan seas | |
I called God on the phone | |
Just yesterday and spoke to Breathface | |
He told me death arises for Bloodface | |
Doctor without possibilities of crime | |
Let' s call that " pixie time" | |
To make light of the shouting in my head | |
I want to have lunch with the Umbrella Ladies | |
I want to make love with the Umbrella Ladies | |
Who inhabit the stealing time | |
I got this from the nightowl singing | |
" Policeman, policeman, is there anyone there?" | |
If the Great Turk eats Empire | |
Well is that countdown? | |
Or just Twinkletoes eating his face? | |
Whilst the wicked incense batters the church | |
Outside the church | |
Outside the church walls | |
Bloodface waits | |
He is twisting time | |
And selling sweets to sweethearts | |
Who have painted mountains for money | |
They sell their bodies to the Ice Cream Queens | |
Autistic Imperium | |
You have arisen as a way of cutting the Centre | |
Out of this world | |
Christ made a dance | |
Which turned into a trance | |
A thousand pickaxes are stored in Babylon | |
Destroyer? Nihil Reich? | |
Empty as the face | |
I saw when I awake with eyes as big as bugs | |
God made a nothing of nothing | |
He called the swans to roost in the ruins | |
Of fastfood lakes | |
And I say like Lazarus I arise in time | |
For tea and toast and judgement | |
And all that stuff that rests in the land of Jack and Jill |
zuò cí : Cashmore | |
This autistic Imperium | |
With paint and spick and span | |
Is Nihil Reich | |
Whilst wine calls meat | |
My friend at teatime | |
Wonders at the weight | |
Of the armies that wait | |
For Golden Caesar | |
Have face of Beast | |
With lips of long love wasted | |
In Trojan seas | |
I called God on the phone | |
Just yesterday and spoke to Breathface | |
He told me death arises for Bloodface | |
Doctor without possibilities of crime | |
Let' s call that " pixie time" | |
To make light of the shouting in my head | |
I want to have lunch with the Umbrella Ladies | |
I want to make love with the Umbrella Ladies | |
Who inhabit the stealing time | |
I got this from the nightowl singing | |
" Policeman, policeman, is there anyone there?" | |
If the Great Turk eats Empire | |
Well is that countdown? | |
Or just Twinkletoes eating his face? | |
Whilst the wicked incense batters the church | |
Outside the church | |
Outside the church walls | |
Bloodface waits | |
He is twisting time | |
And selling sweets to sweethearts | |
Who have painted mountains for money | |
They sell their bodies to the Ice Cream Queens | |
Autistic Imperium | |
You have arisen as a way of cutting the Centre | |
Out of this world | |
Christ made a dance | |
Which turned into a trance | |
A thousand pickaxes are stored in Babylon | |
Destroyer? Nihil Reich? | |
Empty as the face | |
I saw when I awake with eyes as big as bugs | |
God made a nothing of nothing | |
He called the swans to roost in the ruins | |
Of fastfood lakes | |
And I say like Lazarus I arise in time | |
For tea and toast and judgement | |
And all that stuff that rests in the land of Jack and Jill |