Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Falling Back In Fields Of Rape, artist - Current 93. Album song Dogs Blood Rising, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 31.08.2008
Record label: David Tibet
Song language: English
Falling Back In Fields Of Rape |
In a foreign town |
In a foreign land |
Reaping time had come |
In fields of swaying rape |
It could not happen here |
Pushed to one side with the flick of a wrist |
Out of sight |
And out of mind |
Fallng back in fields of rape |
In yellow heads of blossom |
Mothers babies bleeding |
You stand there laughing |
Unquestioning unconfronting |
Poetic lines on the art of dying |
Falling back in fields of rape |
That was the way |
Those were the horrors |
As daddy went a-reaping |
In nodding heads of rape |
No mark on your spotless conscience |
No blemish on your immaculate body |
Untouched by sight or sound of misery |
Close the eyes |
Shift the responsibility |
It was not you |
It was not you |
Falling back in fields of rape |
My children |
Falling back in fields of rape |
It could not happen here |
Pushed to one side with a flick of the wrist |
Out of sight |
And out of mind |
Falling back in fields of rape |
Poetic lines on the art of dying |
Falling back in fields of rape |
That was the way |
And those were the horrors |
As daddy went a-reaping |
In nodding heads of rape |
No mark on your spotless conscience |
No blemish on your immaculate body |
Untouched by sight or sound of misery |
Close the eyes |
Shift the responsibility |
It wasn’t you |
Falling back in fields of rape |
My children |
Falling back in fields of rape |
Here we go round the mulberry bush |
The mulberry bush |
The mulberry bush |
Here we go round the mulberry bush |
On a cold and frosty morning |
In a foreign town |
In a foreign land |
Reaping time had come |
Falling back in fields of rape |
My love |
And that was the way |
And those were the horrors |
As daddy went a-reaping |
Falling back in fields of rape |
My children |
Crushed, crushed, crushed |
In mud and wars |
Mother children bleeding |
You stand there laughing |
Falling back in fields of rape |
Never eating |
Bags of bones dying quietly |
Homeless |
Drinking foul water |
Sorting garbage |
With flies in heat |
Raped |
Axed |
Burned with acid |
Locked away for thirty years |
Thrown out of a helicopter |
Forced to labour endlessly |
Castrated |
Burned alive |
Killed so easily by firing squads |
In a foreign town |
In a foreign land |
Reaping time has come |
They’re falling back |
In fields of rape |
In fields of rape |
They’re falling back |
In fields of rape |
My love |
And this is our way |
And these are the horrors |
As we go a-reaping |
They’re falling back |
In fields of rape |
In fields of rape |
They’re falling back |
In fields of rape |
My darling |
And crushed, crushed, crushed |
In mud and wars |
Still you stand there laughing |
They’re falling back in fields of rape |
In fields of rape they’re falling back |
My lovers |
In fields of rape the ravens |
Descend. |
the yellow beak slashes |
Corn, the sickles are sharpened |
And the cattle bleed, and reaping |
Time has come, our voices grow |
Shriller, and our eyes glitter, but |
In this last summer the Rapture |
Descends, and father’s mask has |
Turned to grey, and mother’s |
Breasts are leper white, and |
Children’s laughter cracks, and |
Reaping time has come, body and |
Blood, body and blood, body and |
Blood, body and mud, body and |
Blood, body and mud, and |
Christ’s eyes, I am weary, and |
Christ’s eyes, I want to melt |
Bleeding Jesus, be quick, be quick |
(And what would you do, my gentlest |
One???) |
Falling back in fields of rape… |