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I Dance Narcoleptic
Lyricist:David Tibet
I dreamt I was as cool as flies A telephone ringing in the heart of the moon I dreamt, I tasted a legion of faces Drank valleys dry
Picked up strippers in Jericho 'Dangerous' cry the ends of the world 'Storm alert' over the horizon
Heard of Madame Max? Heard of Madame Max? She hides her gargoyle eyes Reflects torture and landslides
Her carrion gun is cocked And ready for flight When Baal Storm shudders When Christ returns
Megaphone ponies Shall snuff out the dead Snowstorms bawl 'Baal Storm' He had the face of flies
Flying over Nilus The crocodile river He has the gown That covers the drains
His was the breath that unlocked The pentagon, pentacle apocryphal Over the queen Of England's prostitute crown
Winds soar, loose choirs And whoops for massacre
'Choirs of peacocks sing Breathe stars and count the dark' Dreamt of mounting dogs Gave birth to jade films
The Baal Storm breaks waking And the massacre answered 'The Nile is refilled with blood' Mixes harps with gun turrets
The cruel head, his cruel scope Delivering saint fire Held the skulls of dogs Or wolves to the storm
The Phalanx over the Phoenix Wings beating as if The world was swallowing itself Bred by Baal Storm
Crippled comets wake Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com In blasted bedrock Grinning at last The solstice sinks sighing
The wheat fails And what remained? A beating heart spinning
In the jaws Slavering in-between the teeth Of the storms
Baal Storm, dust of days Brays rocks and tragedy First planned in empty time Before the Crown was
On the King, before the finger In the ring, sing omega Before the stings arose And clambered in trees
The mercy throne in the winds The poor dreamed earthquakes For breakfast boiled cities And laughed, sang mega
Held torches and beakers Annulled their watchtowers Revealed their broken faces Knelt sore to the Saw Storm
The biter of bodies The kill king, the proud horn Builds ramparts of flame Well are you fucking saved?
Or just from above? Baptized with salt? Was God on your tongue Last twilight
When the thunder hit And split your mind? Were you cheerfully spying for the guards Who tended your graves?
Did you hinder Heaven? Around me now The olive trees sing And I dance narcoleptic
In their brush fed the storm Sweet boy, sweet girl, sing omega Covered with silence And covered with stars
Sing omega
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