Song | The Nudes Lift Shields for War |
Artist | Current 93 |
Album | Baalstorm, Sing Omega |
Download | 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 |