Song | This Carnival Is Dead and Gone |
Artist | Current 93 |
Album | All Dolled Up Like Christ: Live in New York 1996 |
作词 : Tibet | |
Dear sir dear lady | |
This carnival is dead and gone | |
And never anyway alas this party never yet began | |
The chairs and tables dust of dust | |
Yes verydust of veryrust of verymust and farewelltrust | |
I thought i saw you in the crowd dear heart | |
You turned away from me and then you dissolved into light | |
The broken lights and faded buntings | |
Call to us all the inmost light | |
And don't glare wide your eyes in wonder | |
They will flick back inside your mind | |
And on the bone screen of your skull | |
They watch no musical salutes | |
So thoroughly modern now are we | |
But the last reel of all time | |
The inmost night | |
Its frames are glared and slow and out of focus | |
Valentino Vallee Moss all dead! | |
The inmost night | |
And the little bells go tinkle | |
And your eyes begin to twinkle | |
And the joints and sinews crack | |
It's the expansion of your mind death | |
Death | |
Death | |
Death | |
The inmost night | |
The cat's face glares from shiny card | |
The deadcat from my past | |
You tumble you froth and fun forever | |
An orchestra from another time | |
Another world all dead | |
The church bells silent the rain stained glass of God is smashed | |
And you take your choice you sup with the devil | |
You choke on your pride for ever and ever | |
My memory of my inmost light | |
it tumbles froth and fun forever | |
Vulvaic memories imagined of my would-be-life | |
Well that won't be | |
And that won't be | |
And that won't be | |
And for my troubles and my pain | |
And for the losses and the wains | |
I get a picture in my mind | |
The slyly smily smiling kiss | |
Of your sweet heart and face | |
And your legs in some final benediction | |
Your inmost warm heart says ta-ra | |
And i wished to die inside of you | |
And push up into your heart so violently that | |
Face to face with matrix creatrix am | |
The inmost light | |
The inmost night |
zuò cí : Tibet | |
Dear sir dear lady | |
This carnival is dead and gone | |
And never anyway alas this party never yet began | |
The chairs and tables dust of dust | |
Yes verydust of veryrust of verymust and farewelltrust | |
I thought i saw you in the crowd dear heart | |
You turned away from me and then you dissolved into light | |
The broken lights and faded buntings | |
Call to us all the inmost light | |
And don' t glare wide your eyes in wonder | |
They will flick back inside your mind | |
And on the bone screen of your skull | |
They watch no musical salutes | |
So thoroughly modern now are we | |
But the last reel of all time | |
The inmost night | |
Its frames are glared and slow and out of focus | |
Valentino Vallee Moss all dead! | |
The inmost night | |
And the little bells go tinkle | |
And your eyes begin to twinkle | |
And the joints and sinews crack | |
It' s the expansion of your mind death | |
Death | |
Death | |
Death | |
The inmost night | |
The cat' s face glares from shiny card | |
The deadcat from my past | |
You tumble you froth and fun forever | |
An orchestra from another time | |
Another world all dead | |
The church bells silent the rain stained glass of God is smashed | |
And you take your choice you sup with the devil | |
You choke on your pride for ever and ever | |
My memory of my inmost light | |
it tumbles froth and fun forever | |
Vulvaic memories imagined of my wouldbelife | |
Well that won' t be | |
And that won' t be | |
And that won' t be | |
And for my troubles and my pain | |
And for the losses and the wains | |
I get a picture in my mind | |
The slyly smily smiling kiss | |
Of your sweet heart and face | |
And your legs in some final benediction | |
Your inmost warm heart says tara | |
And i wished to die inside of you | |
And push up into your heart so violently that | |
Face to face with matrix creatrix am | |
The inmost light | |
The inmost night |