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Lyrics

Do you know the warm progress
Under the stars?
 
Do you know we exist?
 
Have you forgotten the keys
To the kingdom
 
Have you been borne yet
& are you alive?
 
Lets reinvent the gods,
All the myths of the ages
 
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
 
[have you forgotten the lessons
Of the ancient war]
 
We need great golden copulations
 
The fathers are cackling in trees
Of the forest
 
Our mother is dead in the sea
 
Do you know we are being led to
Slaughters by placid admirals
 
& that fat slow generals are getting
Obscene on young blood
 
Do you know we are ruled by t.v.
 
The moon is dry blood beast
 
Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
In the next block of green vine
 
Amassing for warfare on innocent
Herdsman who are just dying
 
O great creator of being
 
Grant us one more hour to
Perform our art
& perfect our lives
 
The moths & atheists are doubly divine
& dying
 
We live, we die
& death not ends it
 
Journey we more into
The nightmare
Cling to life
Our passiond flower
 
Cling to cunts & cocks
Of despair
 
We got our final vision
By clap
 
Columbus groin got
Filled with green death
 
(I touched her thigh & death smiled)
 
We have assembled inside this ancient
& insane theatre
 
To propagate our lust for life
Flee the swarming wisdom
Of the streets
 
The barns are stormed
 
The windows kept
 
& only one of all the rest
 
To dance & save us
 
With the divine mockery
Of words
 
Music inflames temperament
 
(when the true kings murderers
Are allowed to roam free
A 1000 magicians arise in the land)
 
Where are the feasts
 
We are promised
 
Where is the wine
The new wine
(dying on the vine)
Resident mockery
Give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight
& velvet hour
We of arabic pleasuress breed
We of sundome & the night
 
Give us a creed
 
To believe
 
A night of lust
 
Give us trust in
 
The night
 
Give of color
 
Hundred hues
 
A rich mandala
 
For me & for you
 
& for your silky
 
Pillowed house
 
A head, wisdom
 
& a bed
 
Troubled decree
 
Resident mockery
 
Has claimed thee
 
We used to believe
 
In the good old days
 
We still receive
 
In little ways
 
The things of kindness
 
& unsporting brow
 
Forget & allow
 
Did you know freedom exists
In school books
 
Did you know madmen are
Running our prisons
Within a jail, within a gaol
Within a white free protestant
Maelstrom
 
Were perched headlong
On the edge of boredom
 
Were reaching for death
On the end of a candle
 
Were trying for something
Thats already found us
 
Wow, Im sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
 
Cruel bindings
 
The sevants have the power
 
Dog-men & their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our sailors
 
Im sick of dour faces
Starong at me from the t.v.
 
Tower, I want roses in
My garden bower; dig?
 
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
 
Strangers in the mud
 
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant thats plowed
They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden
 
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
Comes death on a stranger hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
 
Like a scaring over-friendly guest youve
Brought to bed
 
Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as ravens claws
 
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
& loose obedience to a vegetable law
 
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family
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