Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unholy Elixir, artist - Kate Tempest.
Date of issue: 26.01.2020
Song language: English
Unholy Elixir |
I touch the beginning |
Animating animals and tree gods |
Scratching out legends in cave walls |
The days pour down into night as we watched |
We mapped stars and peaks, we fought beasts |
We caught food for the feast |
And we walked two abreast to receive the bound wheat |
The grass, black and strange |
As we razed plains to ash |
We laid claim, we exchanged grains, and we made pacts |
And we clashed, and we strained, and the rains lashed |
The young maids were brave, but they were made to lay flat |
The old ways were too ingrained to make the reins snap |
So we laid traps |
We gave our names back to the saints |
We sang out thanks and complaints |
We burned fat, arranged bones in the flames |
Each bird a great catch |
Our songs were spells, and our spells were plain facts |
She laid down in the road where the people go by |
And she declared herself willing to try |
I laid down beside her |
But all I could see were the feet as they walked over me |
That’s when she told me I was holy elixir |
She said, «I thought I knew the world, but it was only a picture» |
She said, «We're all written in the holiest scripture |
It’s just we’re living in this time that says no inhibitions |
Get yours, keep going the distance, no limits |
And don’t bother protesting because nobody listens |
Besides, all your solutions dissolve under scrutiny |
You can’t stand a note of derision |
Instead, seek approval to justify your existence |
Have opinions, but have no resolve or conviction |
Just keep your head down |
Breathe the fumes and indulge your addictions |
Routine is healthy, ignore the affliction |
The cost to the soul and the constant constriction |
Don’t consider too closely, have no intermission |
Keep throwing your fists in slow repetition |
Most of us manage, what makes you so different? |
What makes you so different? |
What makes you so |
Now, you seem a bright spark |
Go ahead, take the road with the pilgrims |
Head for the temples of democracy |
Freedom, growth, reason, liberty, hope |
But don’t pay attention to what’s hanging from the rope |
Decode the language, unfold the symbols |
I’m told disciples got lost in the hillside |
Following intellect, they let go of wisdom |
Now they’ll tell you the soul’s a closed system |
They sacrificed instinct to phony ambition |
Now what they hold in their fists has become all that there is |
But total existence needs meaning and myth |
Many misjudged the way and got lost in the mist» |
She said, «Your loneliness is the symptom, not the sickness» |
And the moment her lips said «peace,» my peace melted |
I became a memory, I felt myself peel |
I was atoms, I was Magnesium, I was Calcium |
I was real |
She said, «We are born of collision |
We are divisions of a bigger vision |
And yet, we run around like hamsters spinning the wheel |
Spinning the wheel |
Spinning the wheel |
Spinning the wheel |
Spinning the wheel |
Spinning the wheel |
Spinning the wheel |
Spinning the wheel» |
I was on my knees then, I was begging for pardon |
I was old and I was clothed in white garments |
In a vast red desert where the rocks were dark blue and varnished |
That’s when the voice said, «This is the garden |
Now, you better start sowing or there won’t be a harvest» |