Current 93 - She Took Us to the Places Where the Sun Sets
Anyway murder they say Please murder My face was watching braille dogs Hammering out belonging to the sky Their wings form shutters From Alan's window The incense drifts past the skins and shells Ruby waves goodbye And runs to the valleys That are beautiful And drenched with rain and colours And green was that blood then The sap of monsoons and butterflies When I was small the red flowers opened And I broke letters and dreamed Or murder and nations and Crowley's jazz 4 or 5 decades later I am some Egyptian face Was I in Luxor carving my name? Was I binding cats with kindness and saws? The green glass stinks with ash In the broken windows Remembered bodies Fill the streets with novels And the brave boys pass by In brave pontoons And mark graves With pebbles that sink and shriek jingles What was the lie in your showboat? Or your slowboat? Were the paperweights Calling you to statis? Or murder? Was your soul at KostKutters or Kwiksavers? The cats lie under pink lights And see themselves as ponies with fur Whilst Judas arises 4 centuries too late And says ecce homo an I was not the creator at the dawn or evening But the trains walk by to Toytown And call for fares from the wooden front You and I were walking the calypso Howling for teatime At teatime the conquistadors and matadors Are salvators and astronauts The sea was bloody red and coupled with fury Anyway murder they say Anyway murder