Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Minotaur Forgiving the White Bull, artist - Moonface. Album song This One’s for the Dancer & This One’s for the Dancer’s Bouquet, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 01.11.2018
Record label: Jagjaguwar
Song language: English
Minotaur Forgiving the White Bull |
I sometimes wonder |
If you were breathing underwater |
Or if you simply came to exist the instant your twin hooks broke |
The air |
Like the claw of crab |
Coming out of the water |
The constellation of Cancer gone crazy |
Next comes your massive skull |
Wide and white and rippled like a seabed |
Little hills rolling down to black oblivious eyes |
An empty turtle shell on the sand beside an empty turtle shell on |
The sand |
Hiding nothing, knowing nothing |
Not understanding that there’s anything to understand |
They say that he sent you |
But what does that mean? |
Did he point to the door with his pitchfork while you slept like a |
Dog at his feet? |
Did you walk for days upon the Mediterranean floor |
Your hooves kicking up sand in slow explosions |
And getting shipwrecks caught in your horns? |
Or did you bubble up from the brine |
Piling up like wet clay |
Taking form like a tumour |
Taking your first breath then taking notice of the day? |
Next comes your massive skull |
Wide and white and rippled like a seabed |
Little hills rolling down to black oblivious eyes |
An empty turtle shell on the sand beside an empty turtle shell on |
The sand |
Hiding nothing, knowing nothing |
Not understanding that there’s anything to understand |
Why couldn’t you bow down |
Your coral coloured head |
And turn back to the sea |
Why couldn’t you bow down |
Your coral coloured head |
And turn back to the sea |
But you just put one hoof in front of the other |
And humped up the beach to the front of the palace |
Where they waited for an answer to their dances |
So l guess you are my father |
And I guess that she’s my mother |
So l guess I am a prince |
And I guess I am a bastard |
So l guess I am an outcast |
And I guess I am a monster |
And I guess I am a god |
Since a god was your maker |
And I guess that I forgive you |
Since at heart you‘re just a creature |
And your massive skull |
Wide and white and rippled like a seabed |
Little hills rolling down to black oblivious eyes |
An empty turtle shell on the sand beside an empty turtle shell on |
The sand |
Hiding nothing, knowing nothing |
Not understanding that there’s anything to understand |
An empty turtle shell on the sand beside an empty turtle shell on the sand |
Hiding nothing, knowing nothing |
Not understanding that there’s anything to understand |