| Song | Black Ships In The Sky |
| Artist | Current 93 |
| Album | Black Ships Ate the Sky |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cashmore | |
| Sudden the colours | |
| And I see peace | |
| Not as a sword | |
| But as a candle | |
| My legs were like frogs | |
| Bubble green blisters | |
| I was a dog or a calf | |
| Licking the Eucharist | |
| With my bride back lake | |
| Tigrous fibre blooming | |
| Shining like daffodils | |
| The clouds scud along the wires | |
| Left trailed hawk | |
| Mothlike your eyes | |
| Tender antennae | |
| And curious your face at Evensong | |
| Whilst the dwarves offer big faces | |
| To clipped cracked songs | |
| Dreaming of "Hey-ho, the old grey mare is dead" | |
| She died in the pantry | |
| Whistling for dead Dixie | |
| Black Ships sucked her soul | |
| And took her to that good old-time | |
| Armageddon music | |
| Eclipsed by words | |
| I woke up this morning | |
| I woke up this morning | |
| I woke up this morning | |
| with pieces on my mind | |
| The huge tree bubbles in its arms | |
| And long processions | |
| Kill the kings and cover | |
| The babies in soap paradise | |
| Pure glass in the cactus smile | |
| Of the Madonna of Chandeliers | |
| And I do believe | |
| And I don't believe | |
| And I do believe | |
| And I don't believe | |
| In the ghosts of your eyes | |
| That call to me from trees | |
| In the muddy distances | |
| There's Black Ships in the sky | |
| Black Ships in the sky | |
| And Black Ships in my eye | |
| Black ships in my eye | |
| And snakes borrowed from the sky |
| zuo ci : Cashmore | |
| Sudden the colours | |
| And I see peace | |
| Not as a sword | |
| But as a candle | |
| My legs were like frogs | |
| Bubble green blisters | |
| I was a dog or a calf | |
| Licking the Eucharist | |
| With my bride back lake | |
| Tigrous fibre blooming | |
| Shining like daffodils | |
| The clouds scud along the wires | |
| Left trailed hawk | |
| Mothlike your eyes | |
| Tender antennae | |
| And curious your face at Evensong | |
| Whilst the dwarves offer big faces | |
| To clipped cracked songs | |
| Dreaming of " Heyho, the old grey mare is dead" | |
| She died in the pantry | |
| Whistling for dead Dixie | |
| Black Ships sucked her soul | |
| And took her to that good oldtime | |
| Armageddon music | |
| Eclipsed by words | |
| I woke up this morning | |
| I woke up this morning | |
| I woke up this morning | |
| with pieces on my mind | |
| The huge tree bubbles in its arms | |
| And long processions | |
| Kill the kings and cover | |
| The babies in soap paradise | |
| Pure glass in the cactus smile | |
| Of the Madonna of Chandeliers | |
| And I do believe | |
| And I don' t believe | |
| And I do believe | |
| And I don' t believe | |
| In the ghosts of your eyes | |
| That call to me from trees | |
| In the muddy distances | |
| There' s Black Ships in the sky | |
| Black Ships in the sky | |
| And Black Ships in my eye | |
| Black ships in my eye | |
| And snakes borrowed from the sky |
| zuò cí : Cashmore | |
| Sudden the colours | |
| And I see peace | |
| Not as a sword | |
| But as a candle | |
| My legs were like frogs | |
| Bubble green blisters | |
| I was a dog or a calf | |
| Licking the Eucharist | |
| With my bride back lake | |
| Tigrous fibre blooming | |
| Shining like daffodils | |
| The clouds scud along the wires | |
| Left trailed hawk | |
| Mothlike your eyes | |
| Tender antennae | |
| And curious your face at Evensong | |
| Whilst the dwarves offer big faces | |
| To clipped cracked songs | |
| Dreaming of " Heyho, the old grey mare is dead" | |
| She died in the pantry | |
| Whistling for dead Dixie | |
| Black Ships sucked her soul | |
| And took her to that good oldtime | |
| Armageddon music | |
| Eclipsed by words | |
| I woke up this morning | |
| I woke up this morning | |
| I woke up this morning | |
| with pieces on my mind | |
| The huge tree bubbles in its arms | |
| And long processions | |
| Kill the kings and cover | |
| The babies in soap paradise | |
| Pure glass in the cactus smile | |
| Of the Madonna of Chandeliers | |
| And I do believe | |
| And I don' t believe | |
| And I do believe | |
| And I don' t believe | |
| In the ghosts of your eyes | |
| That call to me from trees | |
| In the muddy distances | |
| There' s Black Ships in the sky | |
| Black Ships in the sky | |
| And Black Ships in my eye | |
| Black ships in my eye | |
| And snakes borrowed from the sky |