Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On Docetic Mountain, artist - Current 93. Album song Monohallucinatory Mountain / Aleph At Hallucinatory Mountain, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 27.09.2009
Record label: David Tibet
Song language: English
On Docetic Mountain |
Adam eats and digs and Eve craves more truth |
Snakes and graves and serpents and monuments |
Of leaves and garden refuse spilling out like tigers |
at any chance of cloudburst |
Aleph brought forward (?) the new age |
And the ponies and unicorns fell |
and the crystals and Celestine skull formed |
and the bug rites fell |
and easy prophet sells tales of astral friendships |
in soaps and satans |
But Aleph is adam |
Aleph and adam stand on Docetic Mountain |
The women’s faces are full of stars |
and mischief into the words of the book |
And the lips of the cup |
And the trumpets |
And the seals |
and the candlesticks lighting the nervous to bed |
and your bed with seas and flowers |
and the nylon lion on your rug |
Roaring like a supermarket |
On the rack and on its back |
I called the martyrs as witness |
To this piss poor mess |
and the belief for the fly like from the mountains |
In curtains of eyes |
Sniffing like foxes at count |
and singing humming: |
«Oh Microwave (Oh Microwave) |
Oh Galaxy Kill (Oh Galaxy Kill)» |
They have misled themselves, Caesar and christ |
No back, no face, covered in useless snow |
Praise for Christ and for Hekla (?) |
Under low Volcanoes |
Smothered by wheels and drowning in silica |
Your beheaded heads «ing simian or Jonah |
And the stars rain down, sparkling cold and bloody |
I remember you and pray for you, all of you |
who were, are, and shall be murdered by Caesars |
As the nations gather and faded |
The poor house ate grated hounds |
The center, the chisel of the beast |
Guests of their own Farewell Feast |
Asha came to me in a dream |
and in the wheel swirls the scarlet girl |
delivers pornography by the queen |
Onto my chest, I said I am aleph |
I am Adam and I am under attack since eight |
I saw the bells and the jars |
and the pale drains, empty wine |
Useless in the heathen (?) |
How great was the jungle |
The dogs clutch heads |
Catch and cough our bulls |
Chattering like streams |
As the stopwatch shuts |
The moon, hot trot, foxtrot |
The fane trapping fogs for dreams |
Samaritan says oh just one word |
Aleph says, «This is the Bikini Blast |
Easter rabbit your conquers in the smallest (?) |
I saw the ghost train fake orgasms for the cliffs |
Beached children from the so much |
oh so much, I wanted you near |
The cats, the scrambled dust, jitterbugs |
taking stock of its life |