Current 93 - Kings And Things lyrics
rate meKings and things were on the back of my drunken house
Those days always mixed with stupid twists of tribes
Or times, make this your murder sigil mass
Twice, thrice, more times than you can call
Spite my face
I dreamt the damned speed night
One stroke, two stroke, three stroke
Water toll, passion day in the horsie’s play
His mouth at bared kiss
The nihil trilling the hip of night
The navel of the ghost queen
Her mouth is crowned with suns
Whilst it rains, boats pour out in the waves of myrrh
Hymned myths and bullshit
The sarcastic arch of times
Diseased and deceased
Released cobras or pure my fires
Looked at her beautiful profile
As sweet as all the alephs
Lusted
Floss miles without sheen
Wall or drops
I couldn’t buy my way out of bruises by this date
Kabalistic trickery unworks
The natural drawback
Whiskered and glitching
Electronic
Face of hymn her
Who is your night?
Who is your own angel?
Who is your own name?
The stunted statue remains encolumned
Manhide lost to the bridge builder
And cernobitic grope from behind Maat
Running simultaneously to the lupar tribes
In deserts in Afghan nylon…
They… and wait for Oz
To arrive in time for the theme crime
The notes and menus of the sage
On the ridge in his boiled shell, Barrett!
Empathic you touched me in perfumes
And sugars and almonds
In the dead red night
There were ghosts in the bed
By the piano dead
Announcing Japanese slaughter
Arriving for beheading
The dogs roll heads with China
The cat roll dead with shepherds kill kill
The monsters all molted of shedded hair
And feathers and skinned
And shifted into the greed of us all
Yesu, Yesu, Yesu
No spelled right from the death
Of motorbikes arisen
Dodged the bullets from sidereal Bimini
And enforced his own abbey
In and over his secret Atlantis
And watch oh, clock
The cows climb domes
Spoon and belt
And clone and the night hounds home
And the arcade was the arch
