Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Ships Seen Last Year South Of Heaven, artist - Current 93. Album song Black Ships Eat the Sky, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 30.08.2004
Record label: Charles Wesley, David Tibet, Marc Almond
Song language: English
Black Ships Seen Last Year South Of Heaven |
Black Ships seen last year south of Heaven |
In their wake |
Pharaoh stares into the Amentine Night |
And gives us a ghost and wraps it in gold |
A thousand years is nothing |
Two thousand years still less |
And it shone that |
We are all Pharaohs |
In our hearts |
The double crown |
Eats double portions |
And gobbles the soul |
Whilst doing tricks |
For deadeyed camels |
Who are trotting blearily along |
The highway made of bells |
Black Ships of dark |
And latched with politeness |
That makes this frenzy at home |
That you call World War 3 |
And I called it bullshit |
There are liars who I know they are liars |
And the big pot boils |
With centuries of conspiracy |
And cabbages and kings |
Who have had their cake and ate it |
With another head parallel to the one they knew |
It fed Big Moloch and pacified Azrael |
And joyed up Samael (lucky lackeys) |
With a knack for cracking the heart of the party |
And killing the laughter with frosty fire |
It’s Samael time |
The hoedown is heavy on Bumble Bee Terrace |
The frisky piskies sitting on toads |
The Godfish are eating pies of eyes |
And gills turn out cornwakes to clap their hands |
As the fiance’s passing |
Peace to those who have genitalised Kingdom |
This is not their cabbage patch |
Get out and save your souls |
There is too much to take from the bubbles |
That lined the Milky Way with terror |
Fourteen years ago to this day |
Bighead has eaten Dustface |
Dustface barks back and the crowflies flee |
Who was that wasting twilight? |
Oh well I? |
I hopscotched their eyes with Lightning Jack |
Bloodface waits for me in the distance with his mother |
It’s time for sea! |
The Eucharist waits |
Immaculate in incomprehensible paradox |
The piping hot tea |
The slaughtering giddy moons |
The broken crown corroded with moths |
How many horses were killed this year by human sick? |
The ponies are made into sleighs for demons |
(I call them Bonesledge!) |
Equine motion murderer Christ Mass |
What bound these together I saw at last at seven |
His years as breath his teeth as walls his eyes as colours |
Oh! |
Such beauty beyond what I dreamt |
Black Ships seem far away |
I wait for the news and pray in my pyjamas |
Tonguface says to Bloodface |
«Stop the Ships! |
Stop the Ships!» |
Their prows hover into view |
They gobble the Pleiades before lunch |
At this rage they will devour the sky |
And Coptic Cats wil lsleep in fear |
Of the foam and froth |
That so hated the world |
They devoured |
His Only Begotten Son |
Stop the Ships |
Stop the Ships |
And stop the Ships |