Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stoned Obituary, artist - The Legendary Pink Dots. Date of issue: 15.07.2021
Song language: English
Stoned Obituary |
| Lightning cracked a crooked cross across the sky above the cross where he’d |
| Been hanging for a day (he was stoned again!) The breeze grew ice threw |
| Knives blew halos hallowed cinders flew together made a cushion for his |
| Feet. |
| There were spikes in his sandals, spikes in his ankles… A spike |
| Split the wood, syringed his vertabrae. |
| Spikes in his shins in his chin in |
| His fingers… Amused apparitions hummed the Marsollaise. |
| We had to look |
| Away, he seemed so fragile. |
| We tried to offer him a cigarette but it was |
| Futile… no way through. |
| The guards screamed «Front!», drew guns, splashed |
| Acid. |
| so we retreated to the shadows squated low and said a prayer Cameras |
| Clicked out of sight there are fights, there were fanfares. |
| Fireworks |
| Flashed across the cenotaph. |
| Kiddies played in the pits, spitting crisps |
| Licking icecreams. |
| A spiv threw an auction for his autograph. |
| I never |
| Thought it would finish quite this way. |
| No resistance not a word to say but |
| Maybe we’ll meet in heaven. |
| We can talk about those good old days. |
| I believe |
| (at least I WANT to believe) |
| The angels landed cleared their throats and chorused «Crown Him!» |
| They |
| Poured a potion on his hair it nearly drowned him. |
| Then they called a |
| Minute’s silence. |
| They called the clowns in and a cripple touched his foot |
| And did a cartwheel down the hill… turning once for his wisdom, twice for |
| The pearl moon. |
| A third as the thief cried «It's judgement day.» |
| He rolled |
| His eyes, ripped his shirt rolled insane in the dirt. |
| Applause ripped the |
| Heavens and blew the clouds away. |
| The laughter died as schoolgirls passed |
| Around the tissues. |
| Pretty patterns while a message said «We'll miss you |
| Bless you. |
| Bless your eyes.» |
| And the bell rang twice and we fell as his |
| Lips moved. |
| We stared in stoney silence as the news guy scribbled furiously |
| Down his final words: «I made mistakes. |
| I’ve been a fool. |
| I tried hard byt |
| Never thought that what started so well could end in misery. |
| But my motives |
| Were good. |
| I thought you all understood… Just don’t be hard when this day |
| Is cloaked in history. |
| You mistrusted me? |
| …,» And he died with his eyes |
| On… ash for ashes dust for dust a lust for dust a must for dust die with |
| Your eyes on… |
| Nomini magnus spiritus sancti filia |