Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Baal's Hymn, artist - David Bowie. Album song In Bertolt Brecht's Baal, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 28.12.2006
Record label: JONES, Parlophone, Tintoretto Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Baal's Hymn |
Whilst his mother’s womb contained the growing Baal |
Even then the sky was waiting quiet and pale |
Naked, young, immensely marvellous |
Like Baal loved it, when he came to us |
That same sky remained with him in joy and care |
Even when Baal slept peaceful and unaware |
At night a lilac sky, a drunken Baal |
Turning pious as the sky grows pale |
So through hospital, cathedral, whiskey bar |
Baal kept moving onwards and just let things go |
When Baal’s tired, boys, Baal cannot fall far |
He will have his sky down there below |
When the sinners congregate in shame together |
Baal lay naked, revelling in their distress |
Only sky, a sky that will go on forever |
Formed a blanket for his nakedness |
And that lusty girl, the world, who’ll laughing yield |
To the men who’ll stand the pressure of her thighs |
Sometimes gave him love-bites, such as can’t be healed |
Baal survived it, he just used his eyes |
And when Baal saw lots of corpses scattered round |
He felt twice the thrill, despite the lack of room |
«Space enough» said Baal, «then I’ll thicken the ground |
Space enough within this woman’s womb» |
Any vice for Baal has got its useful side |
It’s the man who practices it, he can’t abide |
Vices have their point, once you see it as such |
Stick to two for one will be too much |
Slackness, softness are the sort of things to shun |
Nothing could be harder than the quest for fun |
Lots of strength is needed and experience too |
Swollen bellies can embarrass you |
Under gloomy stars and this poor veil of tears |
Baal will graze a pasture till it disappears |
Once it’s been digested to the forest’s teeth |
Baal trod singing for a well earned sleep |
Baal can spot the vultures in the stormy sky |
As they wait up there to see if Baal will die |
Sometimes Baal pretends he’s dead, but vultures swoop |
Baal in silence dines on vulture-soup |
When the dark womb drags him down to its prize |
What’s the world still mean to Baal, he’s overfed |
So much sky is lurking still behind his eyes |
He’ll just have enough sky when he’s dead |
Once the Earth’s dark womb engulfed the rotting Baal |
Even then the sky was up there, quiet and pale |
Naked, young, immensely marvellous |
Like Baal loved it when he lived with us |