Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Loveless, artist - Ursula Rucker. Album song Two Pages, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Record label: Mercury
Song language: English
Loveless |
As we await |
sister Sun’s arrival, |
child stars you’ll listen |
to my tale, please stay. |
As it was told to me |
by my sister afar. |
Earth her name |
and this, this is her story: |
Sister Moon |
hear me now, |
I feel my end too soon, too soon! |
My wounds |
are deep, |
gaping, |
unhealing |
Can’t believe, refused to believe |
my children had no feelings |
for me. |
See |
them sealing a fate of early death and destruction, |
watch my my foolish daughters and sons, |
as they |
kill me, |
slowly |
kill me, |
quicker |
kill me. |
They’ve loved me as would an unfaithful lover, |
part-time and half-assed, |
Now unmasked |
is their deceit. |
No more sweet, |
sneaky thrill seekings. |
Tomorrow brings |
nevers and nothings. |
Ended days |
for my world |
and its unchanging ways. |
Now, |
apocalyptic truths |
of revelations hasten our omega |
my children’s and mine. |
Each time |
my breath, skin and tears are polluted and poisoned by their careless games and |
toys and |
this is only the beginning |
of my children’s sinning. |
My power is fading. |
You suck, brother, |
mother earth’s now a plaything |
for the ungrateful child, |
so cold. |
Ten billionfold, |
my tears. |
I long for the once adoring embrace of my children |
their prayers, their care and |
tenderness |
has now turned loveless |
The embrace |
now an anaconda’s grip |
unmerciful and swift |
swift with the killing. |
Killing is a sport |
Fun with fire and my wondrous rainforests reflect the neglect they have for |
their main source. |
They slaughter their sibling blossoms and beasts like the first murderer, Cain, |
their pure sister oceans will never be the same due to daily spoil and brother |
sky’s choked from oil |
refinery factory smoke |
Your mother earth found me, dying, note who’s crying |
now. |
My power is fading. |
You suck, brother, |
mother earth’s now a plaything |
for the ungrateful child |
so cold. |
Ten billionfold, |
my tears. |
But I’ll continue to spin, |
until my curious home sapien |
offspring pay the price for their sins |
against my tainted tears, my breathless breath and once-fertile skins |
My sons are million-murderers. |
They kill — I kill one million plus. |
I never wanted to hurt my children but our creator makes me take revenge. |
It’s the circle of life — |
or at least, |
it was. |
But now it’s the end. |
No, no it’s too late for repentance, |
accept your death sentence. |
I’ve given you all I can. |
Such beauty and life |
you’ll never have again. |
Now it’s the end. |
Now it’s the end. |
Now it’s the end. |
Now it’s the end. |