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Lyricist: Current 93
Lyrics:
Mourned winter then In the middle of harsh day I saw the moon her Beaming as the queen Shook out her broken dawn And kissed him tenderly Shook down from her many stars Drifting seeds to sleep sowing Fields of spring clover dreaming of A night bursting with milk and signs Of coded silent planets, ices and suns Touched her finger to her heart And smiled, 'I am in you always' The pulse in your blood the fire In your salt the flame in your ghem Like the night then full of all Utter love, uttered spring From the sleepless seas soaring Over muddy towers grey graves The hope light in your eyes Moved open the spheres and spelled 'summer dust' Heard that that jeweled night still open a thousand stars Held your body like the wind And felt the shudder of your mouth sing like Mars Resurrect me in your stillness With wing beats from the sunflowers Towering over the diurnal leaves Brush your kind face With doves and starlings Sweep down like bells on your kiss If we count the cost of all we stole Perfect earth, transcendent stars Fog forget me not Goddesses awake in trees and seafoam licked by the shells And soaring gulls In that beauty set in a hollow World splits words and flies in the Sapphire face and I too Never shall, never forget that love That first sang stars and First sealed jars of lamb light Planted groves of sparrow The buzz of night under the sunny skull of mercy Which breathed out your history Before your eyes awoke to 'No proofs' or 'proofs' 'Letters' or 'no letters' In the dead hand of dead papers Which have long since left the central Dance and in dull dull trance Squealing I ate the feast and Then I am the beast And slid into the bloodstreams like a swamp Nude to the word and the world Naked to the ethereal city's sweep And ate our home and throne Spheres we are as free in The night twined with vines And sun babies, we are free In the day lined with tiny moons I awoke and stared at the sun Falling into the mouths of those moons Seagulls squawking and mouses Squeaking of another world and other waves Fox and vixen in the sunlit night inside The moonlight palace and swift as birdsong Smiled the bubble and guide us away Spark flying out of the beaks soaring above The stunted city brunched blindly under massed stars Over the chalk hill driven on By angelic yells
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