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Lyricist: Current 93
Lyrics:
[David Tibet] And when I saw the little children sing Their mouths were red and sad (their lipstick sealed smiles) And in their minds they hold and hope some sign (Some hope) The gaudy sequinned dragging banner of The Inmost Light Around my eyes the sewers spew and laugh The fallen flower gazes at me reaped The crippled cuckoo falls broken wing And turns around to me and broken beak grins From its head: 'Thus so: no fear: thus so: It has arrived: The Inmost Light' And if I turn my head for shame And see my lovers' rivers burst and folding there I'll cross my eyes and close my heart And whisper to her womb 'Great blood great silence my mother mystery of all Nothing may grasp Thee no one may grasp Thee Let me hold thee now Oh come oh come at last The Inmost Light' Oh God I trail my hands up to my eyes Up to my eyes up to my eyes up to my eyes And say 'if only then my Light' -- And 'if only if only if: I had not despised The Inmost Light (And so I kneel at blue gate black mouth death And offer as my feeble explanation: 'I thought so much was left and so much Time to praise and call The Inmost Light ')
And I suppose, full half and more of these are dreams Some broken code of morals rising after I had touched Her very pith and marrow-oh! her Inmost Light
If I could scatter children If I could scatter children
And while I gaze and count my coins (After Your god gold glow they're dead; The head is dead and lead) I see and feel the hiding glow blaze behind You: The Inmost Light And if Your lips are taut Don't move Your teeth to speak The lines will start to fall And pull the structure of Your world Then all apart And thus You'll see You'll call The Inmost Night (It whispered to me and laughed and said You Lied and shamed The Inmost Light) And if You recall I bent yew-like and roared You did not see the cloudburst wind dead towards You Of The Inmost Light Our hands tumble towards the skies To block out visions of The Inmost Light And if I pointless arch And spit white nothings at the sky Oh Big boys check it out: too fucking late (The children move through town And skip torn skirted and roll the hoop into the arms Of The Inmost Light) Sheer, char, shrift and sharp Christ is risen: You may creep to the Cross too late But it's much too late to welcome The Inmost Light Branch, sallow, willow yew and tree Not so gay no more So falling faster and faster we fall Nearer cataclysm Or salvation Or nothing - how terrible If we are snuffed out, with just the momentary mark of smoke To array our passing So we stand, milky in moonlight
(Is this all there is?) (Is this all there is?) (Is this all there is?) Our eyes so fixed That the darkness surrounds us Unnoticed And we are drowned by the loss of light Unnoticed Is this all there is my friends? Is this all there is?
[Outro: Lilith Stapleton] Goodnight goodnight The Inmost Light
Westron wynde, when wilt thou blow The small raine down can raine. can raine Cryst, if my love were in my armes And I in my bedde again!
[Jennie Appleton] Where I come from, nobody knows And where I am going, everything goes The wind blows The sea flows Nobody knows And where I am going, nobody knows
[Lilith] The little, white, bony [?] [?] Attack my little fingers Dust The choke of The texture of The smell of The colour of But quietly, drably All hell floods out If You open that door As alabaster guardians for me Hovering candles Dragonflies and mayflies Before I sputter out? Will You meet me there? One red bird No more dying By the dead clock Will You wait for me there?
DEAD!
(By the dead clock)
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