This Autistic Imperium Is Nihil Reich

Song	This Autistic Imperium Is Nihil Reich
Artist	Current 93
Album	Black Ships Ate the Sky

	作词 : Cashmore
	This autistic Imperium
	With paint and spick and span
	Is Nihil Reich
	Whilst wine calls meat
	My friend at teatime
	Wonders at the weight
	Of the armies that wait
	For Golden Caesar
	Have face of Beast
	With lips of long love wasted
	In Trojan seas
	I called God on the phone
	Just yesterday and spoke to Breathface
	He told me death arises for Bloodface
	Doctor without possibilities of crime
	(Let's call that "pixie time")
	To make light of the shouting in my head
	I want to have lunch with the Umbrella Ladies
	I want to make love with the Umbrella Ladies
	Who inhabit the stealing time
	I got this from the night-owl singing
	"Policeman, policeman, is there anyone there?"
	If the Great Turk eats Empire
	Well is that countdown?
	Or just Twinkletoes eating his face?
	Whilst the wicked incense batters the church
	Outside the church
	Outside the church walls
	Bloodface waits
	He is twisting time
	And selling sweets to sweethearts
	Who have painted mountains for money
	They sell their bodies to the Ice Cream Queens
	Autistic Imperium
	You have arisen as a way of cutting the Centre
	Out of this world
	Christ made a dance
	Which turned into a trance
	A thousand pick-axes are stored in Babylon
	Destroyer? Nihil Reich?
	Empty as the face
	I saw when I awake with eyes as big as bugs
	God made a nothing of nothing
	He called the swans to roost in the ruins
	Of fast-food lakes
	And I say like Lazarus I arise in time
	For tea and toast and judgement
	And all that stuff that rests in the land of Jack and Jill

	zuò cí : Cashmore
	This autistic Imperium
	With paint and spick and span
	Is Nihil Reich
	Whilst wine calls meat
	My friend at teatime
	Wonders at the weight
	Of the armies that wait
	For Golden Caesar
	Have face of Beast
	With lips of long love wasted
	In Trojan seas
	I called God on the phone
	Just yesterday and spoke to Breathface
	He told me death arises for Bloodface
	Doctor without possibilities of crime
	Let' s call that " pixie time"
	To make light of the shouting in my head
	I want to have lunch with the Umbrella Ladies
	I want to make love with the Umbrella Ladies
	Who inhabit the stealing time
	I got this from the nightowl singing
	" Policeman, policeman, is there anyone there?"
	If the Great Turk eats Empire
	Well is that countdown?
	Or just Twinkletoes eating his face?
	Whilst the wicked incense batters the church
	Outside the church
	Outside the church walls
	Bloodface waits
	He is twisting time
	And selling sweets to sweethearts
	Who have painted mountains for money
	They sell their bodies to the Ice Cream Queens
	Autistic Imperium
	You have arisen as a way of cutting the Centre
	Out of this world
	Christ made a dance
	Which turned into a trance
	A thousand pickaxes are stored in Babylon
	Destroyer? Nihil Reich?
	Empty as the face
	I saw when I awake with eyes as big as bugs
	God made a nothing of nothing
	He called the swans to roost in the ruins
	Of fastfood lakes
	And I say like Lazarus I arise in time
	For tea and toast and judgement
	And all that stuff that rests in the land of Jack and Jill