Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Polishing Silver, artist - Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows. Album song A Strange Thing to Say, in the genre
Date of issue: 24.02.2011
Record label: Apocalyptic Vision
Song language: English
Polishing Silver |
I could be like a snowflake |
fallen all the way from heaven into a magpie’s nest, |
only to place my powdered cheek gently upon his hairy |
chest. |
I could be his Maiden Marianne gift-wrapped in cloak |
and silken hood, |
oh, a robin-redbreast sitting high up in the tree-tops |
of his mo (u)rning wood. |
I need, I need a silver-furred |
a sugar sugar-daddy-bear, |
someone who loves the front of me, |
who likes to pay and loves to care. |
A frizzly ursus, strong but cute, |
adorable in leather, denim or tweed-suit. |
I’d polish silver, 'cause I long to be spooned |
on the dark, dark side of the palest moon … |
Mandrake grows beneath the gallows |
in the shape of the one thing |
that you should never swallow. |
I know, he may look like the cutest thing you’ve ever |
seen |
but, Honey, we just don’t know |
where this old thing of his had been … |
I almost had a secret love affair |
with a dead boy’s underwear. |
I nicked it from the mortuary, |
but the damn thing was far too small for me. |
That’s why each time I hear the postman ring, |
I can’t help wondering what he might bring. |
Oh, will he have something for me, |
and, if so, I wonder … how large will his package be? |
The chimney-sweep, the chimney-sweep, |
he came at two o’clock, |
I showed him where the furnace was, |
and he showed me his cock. |
He wore a bomber-jacket, black, but his hair-cut was |
crap, |
it took him rather long to finish his annual check … |
A sylvan stronghold for the golden child, |
built and looked after by heart beguiled. |
A guard, a servant and a loyal king, |
a winter-garden and a thermal-spring … |