Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Dance Narcoleptic , by - Current 93. Song from the album Baalstorm, Sing Omega, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 27.06.2010
Record label: Coptic Cat
Song language: English
I Dance Narcoleptic |
| 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 |
| 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 |