歌曲 | Black Ships Seen Last Year South Of Heaven |
歌手 | Current 93 |
专辑 | Black Ships Ate the Sky |
作词 : Cashmore | |
Black Ships seen last year south of Heaven | |
In their wake | |
Pharaoh stares into the Amentine Night | |
And gives us a ghost and wraps it in gold | |
A thousand years is nothing | |
Two thousand years still less | |
And it shone that | |
We are all Pharaohs | |
In our hearts | |
The double crown | |
Eats double portions | |
And gobbles the soul | |
Whilst doing tricks | |
For deadeyed camels | |
Who are trotting blearily along | |
The highway made of bells | |
Black Ships of dark | |
And latched with politeness | |
That makes this frenzy at home | |
That you call World War 3 | |
And I called it bullshit | |
There are liars who I know they are liars | |
And the big pot boils | |
With centuries of conspiracy | |
And cabbages and kings | |
Who have had their cake and ate it | |
With another head parallel to the one they knew | |
It fed Big Moloch and pacified Azrael | |
And joyed up Samael (lucky lackeys) | |
With a knack for cracking the heart of the party | |
And killing the laughter with frosty fire | |
It's Samael time | |
The hoedown is heavy on Bumble Bee Terrace | |
The frisky piskies sitting on toads | |
The Godfish are eating pies of eyes | |
And gills turn out cornwakes to clap their hands | |
As the fiance's passing | |
Peace to those who have genitalised Kingdom | |
This is not their cabbage patch | |
Get out and save your souls | |
There is too much to take from the bubbles | |
That lined the Milky Way with terror | |
Fourteen years ago to this day | |
Bighead has eaten Dustface | |
Dustface barks back and the crowflies flee | |
Who was that wasting twilight? | |
Oh well I? | |
I hopscotched their eyes with Lightning Jack | |
Bloodface waits for me in the distance with his mother | |
It's time for sea! | |
The Eucharist waits | |
Immaculate in incomprehensible paradox | |
The piping hot tea | |
The slaughtering giddy moons | |
The broken crown corroded with moths | |
How many horses were killed this year by human sick? | |
The ponies are made into sleighs for demons | |
(I call them Bonesledge!) | |
Equine motion murderer Christ Mass | |
What bound these together I saw at last at seven | |
His years as breath his teeth as walls his eyes as colours | |
Oh! Such beauty beyond what I dreamt | |
Black Ships seem far away | |
I wait for the news and pray in my pyjamas | |
Tonguface says to Bloodface | |
"Stop the Ships! Stop the Ships!" | |
Their prows hover into view | |
They gobble the Pleiades before lunch | |
At this rage they will devour the sky | |
And Coptic Cats will sleep in fear | |
Of the foam and froth | |
That so hated the world | |
They devoured | |
His Only Begotten Son | |
Stop the Ships | |
Stop the Ships | |
And stop the Ships |
zuò cí : Cashmore | |
Black Ships seen last year south of Heaven | |
In their wake | |
Pharaoh stares into the Amentine Night | |
And gives us a ghost and wraps it in gold | |
A thousand years is nothing | |
Two thousand years still less | |
And it shone that | |
We are all Pharaohs | |
In our hearts | |
The double crown | |
Eats double portions | |
And gobbles the soul | |
Whilst doing tricks | |
For deadeyed camels | |
Who are trotting blearily along | |
The highway made of bells | |
Black Ships of dark | |
And latched with politeness | |
That makes this frenzy at home | |
That you call World War 3 | |
And I called it bullshit | |
There are liars who I know they are liars | |
And the big pot boils | |
With centuries of conspiracy | |
And cabbages and kings | |
Who have had their cake and ate it | |
With another head parallel to the one they knew | |
It fed Big Moloch and pacified Azrael | |
And joyed up Samael lucky lackeys | |
With a knack for cracking the heart of the party | |
And killing the laughter with frosty fire | |
It' s Samael time | |
The hoedown is heavy on Bumble Bee Terrace | |
The frisky piskies sitting on toads | |
The Godfish are eating pies of eyes | |
And gills turn out cornwakes to clap their hands | |
As the fiance' s passing | |
Peace to those who have genitalised Kingdom | |
This is not their cabbage patch | |
Get out and save your souls | |
There is too much to take from the bubbles | |
That lined the Milky Way with terror | |
Fourteen years ago to this day | |
Bighead has eaten Dustface | |
Dustface barks back and the crowflies flee | |
Who was that wasting twilight? | |
Oh well I? | |
I hopscotched their eyes with Lightning Jack | |
Bloodface waits for me in the distance with his mother | |
It' s time for sea! | |
The Eucharist waits | |
Immaculate in incomprehensible paradox | |
The piping hot tea | |
The slaughtering giddy moons | |
The broken crown corroded with moths | |
How many horses were killed this year by human sick? | |
The ponies are made into sleighs for demons | |
I call them Bonesledge! | |
Equine motion murderer Christ Mass | |
What bound these together I saw at last at seven | |
His years as breath his teeth as walls his eyes as colours | |
Oh! Such beauty beyond what I dreamt | |
Black Ships seem far away | |
I wait for the news and pray in my pyjamas | |
Tonguface says to Bloodface | |
" Stop the Ships! Stop the Ships!" | |
Their prows hover into view | |
They gobble the Pleiades before lunch | |
At this rage they will devour the sky | |
And Coptic Cats will sleep in fear | |
Of the foam and froth | |
That so hated the world | |
They devoured | |
His Only Begotten Son | |
Stop the Ships | |
Stop the Ships | |
And stop the Ships |