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Bloody smoke
Foggy smoke
Beginnings and endings
There's a heart of the world
In the bowed bony Burren
There's a trip-hole to her heart
In soaring Snæfellsness
And the crack of the world
The moist muddy lips of her
The slit of the mother fallen
Sliced from the stars
By the slicing discus
At Kamarupa, Kamarupa, Kamarupa
From her mouth at the ends of the world
From her mouth at the ends of the times
The shapes that form the ends of the wheelings
The forces that shape the form of the breaths
That cover the clouds
Of the green world's last dancing's
Flicker forth like spring-heeled jackals
All laughing and bloody and wrathful
And peaceful and shining and pallid
And burning and liquid and sadness
And joy, and joy
Mansour is smiling teethly at the stars
John sits on the stairs with me
His eyes are shining
Mother, come to me!
Little lovely licking tongues of fire
Smiling and slyly emerge from the stones
The air is now very, very viscuous
In the distance, Sunday children play pipes
The air is now very violent
Birds do not fill the air
Laughing does not fill the air
No bodies fill the air
But the sun filters slowly through the air
As if it's turned to sticky sweet mud
All flowers die
Except for some few
A chain of burning bloody flowers
Follow my eyes crying tears
Lilith is smiling at the corpse of a cow
And in that corpsey cow, the corpse of another
And so on, and so on
And perhaps forever
If times were not folding and falling
Over each other
And so on, and so on, and so on
And certainly endless
Mene mene tekel upharsin
We have been weighed and lost
We have been weighed and lost
I slept, I dreamt, I dreamed a dream
London bright fires smiling and burning
Light roads road through the star-lacked night
Many dark suns are falling, falling down
London Bridge is destroyed
In my mind pigs and rubble gnaw in the dark heights and hearts of Albion
Shudderings in the heart
Cruelty in the heart
And this is over
All over now
In Kamarupa
In Kamarupa
My eyes, my mind
Spinning, spinning back and forth
Eyes in London, mind in a hole
Oh, they come, they come
They run out, fleeing from what?
They come out running, running
Great Babylon has fallen, fallen, fallen!
Jerusalem has fallen, fallen, fallen!
The great, great beast is dead, dead, dead, dead!
Simon, Simon is dead, dead, dead, dead!
And some other bleeding children are smiling
They're dead in the rubble
They're dead, dead, dead, dead!
And Mercury rises
And Mercury falls
And how dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead are you?
Summertime, when the living is easy
Summertime, when the dying is easy
The world shudders on
Black tree against a bruised blue sky
The fairground is all shabby and silent
Red sky at night, red sky at night
Danger, Christ is crying
Christ's tears leaving his night and heart
All the many faces we have worn
All the many faces we have borne
And dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead are we?
Though once I thought
Oh, once I read
The hidden god plays hide-and-seek
While others still run from him
From the world's stomach
The goddies emerge
And who comes to judge us?
And who comes to push us?
The bloody master
Is bloody dead, dead, dead!
And who comes to strike us?
And who comes to hold us?
Where is his colour?
And where is her cover?
And what is her nature?
And where does he shine from?
Broken birds move through the air
They all drink blood
When Christ smiles, his smile is broken
Holy ivy old dead trees
Dead, dead, dead!
Holy and ivy
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead!
Rainbow lovely arc, lovely light
Dead, dead, dead, dead!
Horn stag cross meets hunter
Dead, dead, dead, dead!
Oh, Saint Eustace, ora pro nobis
Old woman, old woman, old woman
Old and dead, dead, dead, dead!
Now, no summers left
This side of boxwood
Crosses broken in my midsummer
The south is dying, the north is dying
The west is dying, the east is dying
"Ah, there are four corners to the world", she said
And everyone is dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead!
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead!
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead!
And all the planets
They're dead, dead, dead, dead!
And all my heart
Is dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead!
It's all dead, dead, dead!
Writer(s): David Michael Tibet, Michael Cashmore
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