Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Apparition No. 12, artist - Thea Gilmore. Date of issue: 09.09.2001
Song language: English
Apparition No. 12 |
| Hey now my red clouds’re rolling in |
| To catalogue and number every stone cold dream |
| And I’ve seen Sal thumbing his way up to the stars |
| I’ve seen angels in the shooting galleries and heroes in the bars |
| I’ve seen a death warrant out on the moon |
| I saw what happened when the prophet spoke too soon |
| And I heard the radio sneeze into the evening |
| And all the bat-squeak singers selling fake hope to the sleeping |
| I’ve seen the cover up of cold hard facts |
| And they’re burning acid holes in the magazine racks |
| And I saw Jenny have a baby in the street |
| Where they’re playing blind mans bluff between the dying and the concrete |
| I’ve seen a paper corpse holing up a doorway |
| I heard the lonely voices singing «yeah, I did it your way» |
| And I held the future up to a looking glass |
| It bears a striking resemblance to the embers of the past |
| I’ve seen the chorus-girls, the ribbons and the rot |
| Seen electoral debates on the steel-rim of a whiskey shot |
| And I caught the glimmer in a hurricane’s eye |
| I’ve seen these AK-47s with their noses to the sky |
| And I smelled the ghosts of the ashes and the orchids |
| I’ve got promises tattooed to the insides of my eyelids |
| And I’ll be watching when the Richter reaches 10 |
| I bled by these weapons, babe, and now I’m one of them |