Ostia (The Death of Pasolini) (1986) посвящен итальянскому режиссеру, который является любимым режиссером Бэлэнса
There's honey in the hollows And the contours of the body A sluggish golden river A sickly golden trickle A golden, sticky trickle
You can hear the bones humming You can hear the bones humming And the car reverses over The body in the basin In the shallow sea-plane basin
And the car reverses over And his body rolls over Crushed from the shoulder You can hear the bones humming Singing like a puncture Singing like a puncture
Killed to keep the world turning Killed to keep the world turning Killed to keep the world turning
Throw his bones over The white cliffs of Dover And into the sea, the sea of Rome And the bloodstained coast of Ostia
Leon like a lion Sleeping in the sunshine Lion lies down Lion lies down Out of the strong came forth sweetness Out of the strong came forth sweetness
Throw his bones over The white cliffs of Dover And murder me in Ostia And murder me in Ostia The sea of Rome And the bloodstained coast
And the car reverses over The white cliffs of Dover And into the sea, the sea of Rome
You can hear the bones humming You can hear the bones humming You can hear the bones humming
Throw his bones over The white cliffs of Dover And into the sea, the sea of Rome