Aleph is the Butterfly Net Lyrics
| Song | Aleph is the Butterfly Net |
| Artist | Current 93 |
| Album | Aleph At Hallucinatory Mountain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| And the clip-clops increasing | |
| Singing the Blues and Ends and Reds | |
| Oh Hallucinatory Mountain | |
| Full of beauty and pain | |
| Cry become many | |
| Pasture moon scorpion | |
| Grow numb cord invisible | |
| Sleep paradigms | |
| Horn burns and flesh | |
| Suck beneath roofs | |
| Chew prisons skin destroyer | |
| Destroyer Murderer | |
| Morning whirlwind | |
| The crocodile devours everything | |
| Except the watchtower green fields | |
| Min is mine | |
| Not thine | |
| It’s Kitten Time at | |
| GreatCrystalShrine | |
| I am the butterfly net | |
| And I see bad things arising | |
| And crimes committed at night | |
| Under the brow of the desolate Hill | |
| Whilst Aleph grins | |
| And says | |
| “All is good time” | |
| And Cain as sharp as grass nods | |
| “All is good crime” | |
| I have had many men in me | |
| The frame is empty | |
| ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲡⲉ | |
| ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲡⲉ | |
| ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲡⲉ | |
| You sailed away | |
| On the rush boat | |
| Onto last rivers | |
| Styx or Thames or Nile | |
| Woman in pale blue | |
| Man and peach | |
| And the cats and cows | |
| In the club the old men | |
| The old women | |
| Die Bingo | |
| The pyramids are on wagons | |
| Go to Mecca and harbours | |
| But I am not the disco | |
| I am not the memory of Pilate | |
| I am Aleph I am Adam | |
| With Rickie Lee | |
| Me and tea | |
| By the bridge of sighs | |
| With ice cream and clouds | |
| Of chemicals and cancers | |
| But I am not the disco | |
| The voice gasps out | |
| Aleph says | |
| “I am not the disco” | |
| Adam says | |
| “I am not the disco” | |
| Aleph and Adam spill out: | |
| “For the first 26 years | |
| I assumed the death posture | |
| And swallowed spunk like butter | |
| Cut my fingers | |
| Stretched hands and peered | |
| Through the gauze | |
| Grew moons or flowers | |
| And threw up robins | |
| And the beaks of Kings” |
| And the clipclops increasing | |
| Singing the Blues and Ends and Reds | |
| Oh Hallucinatory Mountain | |
| Full of beauty and pain | |
| Cry become many | |
| Pasture moon scorpion | |
| Grow numb cord invisible | |
| Sleep paradigms | |
| Horn burns and flesh | |
| Suck beneath roofs | |
| Chew prisons skin destroyer | |
| Destroyer Murderer | |
| Morning whirlwind | |
| The crocodile devours everything | |
| Except the watchtower green fields | |
| Min is mine | |
| Not thine | |
| It' s Kitten Time at | |
| GreatCrystalShrine | |
| I am the butterfly net | |
| And I see bad things arising | |
| And crimes committed at night | |
| Under the brow of the desolate Hill | |
| Whilst Aleph grins | |
| And says | |
| " All is good time" | |
| And Cain as sharp as grass nods | |
| " All is good crime" | |
| I have had many men in me | |
| The frame is empty | |
| You sailed away | |
| On the rush boat | |
| Onto last rivers | |
| Styx or Thames or Nile | |
| Woman in pale blue | |
| Man and peach | |
| And the cats and cows | |
| In the club the old men | |
| The old women | |
| Die Bingo | |
| The pyramids are on wagons | |
| Go to Mecca and harbours | |
| But I am not the disco | |
| I am not the memory of Pilate | |
| I am Aleph I am Adam | |
| With Rickie Lee | |
| Me and tea | |
| By the bridge of sighs | |
| With ice cream and clouds | |
| Of chemicals and cancers | |
| But I am not the disco | |
| The voice gasps out | |
| Aleph says | |
| " I am not the disco" | |
| Adam says | |
| " I am not the disco" | |
| Aleph and Adam spill out: | |
| " For the first 26 years | |
| I assumed the death posture | |
| And swallowed spunk like butter | |
| Cut my fingers | |
| Stretched hands and peered | |
| Through the gauze | |
| Grew moons or flowers | |
| And threw up robins | |
| And the beaks of Kings" |
| And the clipclops increasing | |
| Singing the Blues and Ends and Reds | |
| Oh Hallucinatory Mountain | |
| Full of beauty and pain | |
| Cry become many | |
| Pasture moon scorpion | |
| Grow numb cord invisible | |
| Sleep paradigms | |
| Horn burns and flesh | |
| Suck beneath roofs | |
| Chew prisons skin destroyer | |
| Destroyer Murderer | |
| Morning whirlwind | |
| The crocodile devours everything | |
| Except the watchtower green fields | |
| Min is mine | |
| Not thine | |
| It' s Kitten Time at | |
| GreatCrystalShrine | |
| I am the butterfly net | |
| And I see bad things arising | |
| And crimes committed at night | |
| Under the brow of the desolate Hill | |
| Whilst Aleph grins | |
| And says | |
| " All is good time" | |
| And Cain as sharp as grass nods | |
| " All is good crime" | |
| I have had many men in me | |
| The frame is empty | |
| You sailed away | |
| On the rush boat | |
| Onto last rivers | |
| Styx or Thames or Nile | |
| Woman in pale blue | |
| Man and peach | |
| And the cats and cows | |
| In the club the old men | |
| The old women | |
| Die Bingo | |
| The pyramids are on wagons | |
| Go to Mecca and harbours | |
| But I am not the disco | |
| I am not the memory of Pilate | |
| I am Aleph I am Adam | |
| With Rickie Lee | |
| Me and tea | |
| By the bridge of sighs | |
| With ice cream and clouds | |
| Of chemicals and cancers | |
| But I am not the disco | |
| The voice gasps out | |
| Aleph says | |
| " I am not the disco" | |
| Adam says | |
| " I am not the disco" | |
| Aleph and Adam spill out: | |
| " For the first 26 years | |
| I assumed the death posture | |
| And swallowed spunk like butter | |
| Cut my fingers | |
| Stretched hands and peered | |
| Through the gauze | |
| Grew moons or flowers | |
| And threw up robins | |
| And the beaks of Kings" |
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