Song | On Docetic Mountain |
Artist | Current 93 |
Album | Aleph At Hallucinatory Mountain |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Adam eats and digs and Eve craves more truth | |
Snakes and graves and serpent and monuments | |
Of leaves and garden refuse | |
Spilling out like tigers at | |
Any chance of cloudburst | |
Aleph throttled the New Age | |
And the ponies and unicorns fell | |
And the crystals and Celestine skullfall | |
And the Bug Rides fell | |
And Easy Prophet sells tales | |
Of astral friendships in soaps and satans | |
But Aleph is Adam | |
Aleph and Adam stand on the Docetic Mountain | |
And the women’s faces are full of stars and mischief | |
Into the words of the book | |
And the lips of the cup | |
And the trumpet and seals | |
And the candlesticks lighting | |
The Murderers to bed | |
And your bed with seas and flowers | |
And the nylon lion on your rug | |
Roaring like a supermarket | |
On the rack on its back | |
I call the martyrs as witness | |
To this pisspoor mess | |
And the belief falling flylike | |
From the Mountains | |
In curtains of eyes | |
Sniffing like foxes at count | |
Singing humming | |
“Oh microwave oh Galaxy kill” | |
They have misled themselves | |
Cæsaring Christ | |
And no back and no face | |
Covered in useless snow | |
Praise | |
For Paise and Thekla | |
Under low volcanoes | |
Smothered by wheels | |
Drowning in silica | |
Your beheaded heads quoting Simeon or Jonah | |
And the stars rain down sparkling cold and bloody | |
I remember you and pray for you | |
All of you who were/are/shall be | |
Murdered by Cæsars | |
As the nations gather and fade in | |
The Poor House ate great dead Hound | |
The centre: chisel of the Beast | |
Guests at their own farewell feast | |
Ashai came to me in a dream | |
And in the real swirl | |
The Scarlet Girl | |
Delivers pornography by the Queen | |
Onto my chest | |
I said | |
“I am Aleph I am Adam | |
I am under attack since 8” | |
I saw the bells and the jars | |
And the pale drains | |
Empty wine | |
Useless in the Heathen Eden | |
How great was the jungle | |
Dogs clutch heads | |
Catch and call far bulls | |
Chattering like streams | |
Whilst the stopwatch shuts | |
And the moon hot-trot fox-trot the fade | |
Trapping fogs for dreams | |
Samaritan says: | |
“Just One Word” | |
Aleph says: | |
“This is the bikini blast; the Easter Rabbit | |
The all conquers in the smallest paper | |
I saw the Ghost Train | |
Fake orgasms for the cliffs | |
Beached children from the so much | |
So much I wanted you near the cats” | |
The scrambled dust jitterbugs | |
Taking stock of its life |
Adam eats and digs and Eve craves more truth | |
Snakes and graves and serpent and monuments | |
Of leaves and garden refuse | |
Spilling out like tigers at | |
Any chance of cloudburst | |
Aleph throttled the New Age | |
And the ponies and unicorns fell | |
And the crystals and Celestine skullfall | |
And the Bug Rides fell | |
And Easy Prophet sells tales | |
Of astral friendships in soaps and satans | |
But Aleph is Adam | |
Aleph and Adam stand on the Docetic Mountain | |
And the women' s faces are full of stars and mischief | |
Into the words of the book | |
And the lips of the cup | |
And the trumpet and seals | |
And the candlesticks lighting | |
The Murderers to bed | |
And your bed with seas and flowers | |
And the nylon lion on your rug | |
Roaring like a supermarket | |
On the rack on its back | |
I call the martyrs as witness | |
To this pisspoor mess | |
And the belief falling flylike | |
From the Mountains | |
In curtains of eyes | |
Sniffing like foxes at count | |
Singing humming | |
" Oh microwave oh Galaxy kill" | |
They have misled themselves | |
C saring Christ | |
And no back and no face | |
Covered in useless snow | |
Praise | |
For Paise and Thekla | |
Under low volcanoes | |
Smothered by wheels | |
Drowning in silica | |
Your beheaded heads quoting Simeon or Jonah | |
And the stars rain down sparkling cold and bloody | |
I remember you and pray for you | |
All of you who were are shall be | |
Murdered by C sars | |
As the nations gather and fade in | |
The Poor House ate great dead Hound | |
The centre: chisel of the Beast | |
Guests at their own farewell feast | |
Ashai came to me in a dream | |
And in the real swirl | |
The Scarlet Girl | |
Delivers pornography by the Queen | |
Onto my chest | |
I said | |
" I am Aleph I am Adam | |
I am under attack since 8" | |
I saw the bells and the jars | |
And the pale drains | |
Empty wine | |
Useless in the Heathen Eden | |
How great was the jungle | |
Dogs clutch heads | |
Catch and call far bulls | |
Chattering like streams | |
Whilst the stopwatch shuts | |
And the moon hottrot foxtrot the fade | |
Trapping fogs for dreams | |
Samaritan says: | |
" Just One Word" | |
Aleph says: | |
" This is the bikini blast the Easter Rabbit | |
The all conquers in the smallest paper | |
I saw the Ghost Train | |
Fake orgasms for the cliffs | |
Beached children from the so much | |
So much I wanted you near the cats" | |
The scrambled dust jitterbugs | |
Taking stock of its life |
Adam eats and digs and Eve craves more truth | |
Snakes and graves and serpent and monuments | |
Of leaves and garden refuse | |
Spilling out like tigers at | |
Any chance of cloudburst | |
Aleph throttled the New Age | |
And the ponies and unicorns fell | |
And the crystals and Celestine skullfall | |
And the Bug Rides fell | |
And Easy Prophet sells tales | |
Of astral friendships in soaps and satans | |
But Aleph is Adam | |
Aleph and Adam stand on the Docetic Mountain | |
And the women' s faces are full of stars and mischief | |
Into the words of the book | |
And the lips of the cup | |
And the trumpet and seals | |
And the candlesticks lighting | |
The Murderers to bed | |
And your bed with seas and flowers | |
And the nylon lion on your rug | |
Roaring like a supermarket | |
On the rack on its back | |
I call the martyrs as witness | |
To this pisspoor mess | |
And the belief falling flylike | |
From the Mountains | |
In curtains of eyes | |
Sniffing like foxes at count | |
Singing humming | |
" Oh microwave oh Galaxy kill" | |
They have misled themselves | |
C saring Christ | |
And no back and no face | |
Covered in useless snow | |
Praise | |
For Paise and Thekla | |
Under low volcanoes | |
Smothered by wheels | |
Drowning in silica | |
Your beheaded heads quoting Simeon or Jonah | |
And the stars rain down sparkling cold and bloody | |
I remember you and pray for you | |
All of you who were are shall be | |
Murdered by C sars | |
As the nations gather and fade in | |
The Poor House ate great dead Hound | |
The centre: chisel of the Beast | |
Guests at their own farewell feast | |
Ashai came to me in a dream | |
And in the real swirl | |
The Scarlet Girl | |
Delivers pornography by the Queen | |
Onto my chest | |
I said | |
" I am Aleph I am Adam | |
I am under attack since 8" | |
I saw the bells and the jars | |
And the pale drains | |
Empty wine | |
Useless in the Heathen Eden | |
How great was the jungle | |
Dogs clutch heads | |
Catch and call far bulls | |
Chattering like streams | |
Whilst the stopwatch shuts | |
And the moon hottrot foxtrot the fade | |
Trapping fogs for dreams | |
Samaritan says: | |
" Just One Word" | |
Aleph says: | |
" This is the bikini blast the Easter Rabbit | |
The all conquers in the smallest paper | |
I saw the Ghost Train | |
Fake orgasms for the cliffs | |
Beached children from the so much | |
So much I wanted you near the cats" | |
The scrambled dust jitterbugs | |
Taking stock of its life |