般若死火的音乐

蓝色盘 Good morning, great Moloch Bright nothing Sunflower Selling your peacocks At the corner of sight Good evening, bloodmother Far-off And broken A nexus A typhon A walker on stilts Shipdreaming And arctic A polar explorer A seagull And seahorse Crossbred And unborn Good morning, great Moloch Great silence Burntriver Driving home darkness At the close of the day Good evening, bloodfather Smudged by the twilight Made iridescent By the tongue of the sea Quicksleeping Equator A patchwork Of terrors Bound up in brightness From swallowing gold 5 Hypnagogue 5 I was awake, dreaming Of new dystopias to run to and hide within And new faces to wear And new bodies to inhabit And new lies to guzzle And how I loved The moon, and its sheets of seeds The moon tiding in your body The smell of your blood breathing And its taste in the sea in the south shining my feet Till it seemed as if they were made of dew And pearls of huge beauty Whilst your mouse-like breath was The hand upon my clock And one each breath I came nearer To my silly and shining end While the Night Rejoices Profound and Still As we stared beyond the windows there Over all the gardens That have never been And will never grow again How long How long The shining winking stars The clouds too high So high Pointing to some final star The dull face of the sky And the sound of the calling Of the distant village bell And all that The sun is not enough for us Any longer And her smile Though she wears her hat And her cheery rays Do not blanket with their glorious glare The burning body With distorted nimbus I see too well Just beyond my neighbour's house It does not blank out The last sigh of the soul Whilst the night rejoices profound and still At the edge of your street Both shadow and destroyer But not alas The comforter Earth Covers Earth The wind blowes out; the bubble dies; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the starre is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot Earth covers earth Time tryeth truth Calling for Vanished Faces II If only I could take You all at once: I would take You for ever and ever and only so lose myself in You And so I smile and skip greengodlike there The picture of allrage alllust and wanton The Inmost Night And lay waste to the playgrounds The concrete covers all The grass sleeps and waits to rise again It listens for the final Trumpet of The Inmost Light And I clench my left hand Then I open it: the gods I loved are alldead; pages, metal, signs allgone (Edward Alexander in some sadhome falls alone And sees, clearly now, the Inmost Light) The sadness of the Inmost Light The growl the grip aan final sigh Paint by numbers of the Inmost Light The plasticformillusion We just have time to swallow Before the doorknock of the Inmost Light He waits at the door He waits at the door And if You see me try to grin and then I hide Myself behind a ball A sign I wish to play and run hideandseek The sound is gay and full of joy It masks the binding of our eyes The scorch of all the bonefire burns We hop and skip and trick and treat Just watch Your heart and soul and all And watch Your back - it's waiting there Unsmiling there Unforgiving there So broken there The Inmost light Howling The Inmost Light bad bad bad Inmost Light All This World Makes Great Blood Sorry then bird flight Passes across my window Sorry then dog crouches Under the still sun Sorry then oi je Regrette tout ce ue J'ai fait Où le soleil se couche I Lie me down I lay With Your body under the Honeysun Suckled lovewing mine You were I was not yet dressed Tibetan red And into You, as You'll recall I fled The twig-smashed landscape Is rolling and waving Wolf wild wide wind walking Soft smoke star space stalking [ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/GhL ] This is the comic book end We have waited for And not believed in Oh nearly not at all Oh nearly not at all Once when we were young Oh once we were so young And the rainways licking the glass Made us the observers of the distant distance We there watched the sky's goddy tears Only once did GoodGod cry black And then all the clockmovements start To crick crack crick By the hairs on my head By the stare in my eyes By the pain in my heart I shall whisper through signs: All this world makes great blood All this world makes great blood All this world makes great blood All this world makes great blood All this world makes great blood All this world makes great blood All this world makes great blood Mary Waits in Silence I shall return no more The sea covers me To pick gold from the skies I shall wait beneath the spaces I shall return no more Imperium et nihil The silence has folded Inside and out And Mary waits in silence Imperium nihil est In the gap between His thought and his word Something is finished And something is born In the place where words cease In the moment when Actions no longer matter Oh the sky may darken The curtain tear She shall wait Silver dust falls from her hair Waits a span or a time Sketches of her life swirl Around her silence silent The sounds of her silence The forms that they take They cover me still My fingers twist in pain Words are finished And I come swiftly And with a vengeance And Mary waits in silence Judas as a Black Moth A car sweeps by with a murdered child A car sweeps by with a violated girl A car sweeps by with it's trunk full of death I can't hear the voice I can't see the face Gothic Love Song I'm clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight that actually existed just in your head your fingernails painted black or bloodred I forget And your fake-leather volumes jabbering on hell manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhail your eyes tried so hard to glitter A star-snuffing black so you opened your books and you opened your legs and so opened your heart and let in the badness you claimed as your friend with un-angels hovering like flies round the orchard that had covered your soul their empire increasing and your country deserted by yourself The bells of St. Mary call us to remember that life is with end and the gestures can kill us moreover destroy and there is one jugdement only Your letters came daily in French or in German but they meant to me nothing I caught the slow cords and dry ice fogging your mind I see all too clearly now why you should be discarded and though I could pray for you I probably shan't having had my cup filled up with your lies and your makeup you were nothing thinking you're something And nonetheless I still write this gothic lovesong a sign to myself and the memory of my past I still write this gothic lovesong and the memory of my past and a way to shut out your face The Bloodbells Chime Sell all you have give it to the kittens And pour the milk on Louis' grave And Catland sometimes called Pussydom Opens for you instantly it's the inmost light! It's the inmost light Somewhere over the rainbow On the goodship lollipop There oh there Goodnight The inmost light The happy children rise all from their pools Eyes still sealed Sleeptight With mud and night It's their inmost night Goodnight And yet still I which I could dream as when young Sleeptight As she came to me so young and honest Goodbye Yet the bloodbells chime I do not notice them I shall not notice them Yet the bloodbells chime Tommy Katkins still send his regards Frozen for ever on some animal somme The last thing on his mind is marriage But the call of home and heart Yet the bloobells chime Yet the bloobells chime Yet the bloobells chime Walking Like Shadow I lose myself And dream of worlds That lie between Your fingers And hide behind Your eyes, And dream of forests And forts of snow Where we may kneel And hold each other In our still Young arms 'Till the moon Goes out... And sleep and kiss You know it's time It's only time Who passes Between us Our shadows long On the grass behind us In the bushes And the fields The poppies Drowsing still As the sun Drops down In system cocoon Meet silent children It's only time Who lies between us It's only time Who creeps toward us And not some croaches At our door It's 7 o'clock Stuck forever His face Behind the dial When the snake Is dead They put roses In their head When the roses Die They put diamonds In their eye We all speak Unknown languages To each other We're all half dead The motion of the hand The skeletal grace Unconscious Under bright yellow moon We are walking like shadow You and I You and I We 're walking like shadow You and I Sleep Has His House And so all of your suffering And all of your pain All of your pleasures And all of your gain All of your losses All of your pastures All of your plains All of your fields All of your bodies All of your joys All of your countries All of your flags And all of your waters All of your tunnels All of your worlds All of your seahorses All of your breasts All of your beasts All of your dustmotes All of your colours All of your troubles All of your rains All of your comets All of your moons All of your birds All of your rents All of your marvels All of your winds And all of your nothings All of your everythings All of your gods All of your angels All of your masters All of your slaves All of your islands All of your waves All of your machines All of your dreams All of your laws All of your loves And all of the dead Have pity for the dead And sleep has his house Sleep has his house Overwhelm me Overwhelm me Forever Forever Sleep has his house Time of the Last Persecution I must stand by the side of the mountain I must be where I know I must be When you stand and face the gas masks and truncheons You must know what it all really means It is the time of the last persecution And Caesar shall be raised He will ask for his feet to be kissed by your sister And your children will fear at his name Do not avenge these deaths do not avenge them You must know what it all really means It is the time of the Anti-Christ know what I say Make for your own secret place And others will join you there And you wait for the ships in the air And you wait for a sign like a trumpet sounding And you go out and walk to the Christ And you go out and walk to the Christ Long Satan and Babylon Long Satan and Babylon are walking They're talking of fire and of ice Of the silence that stalks in the forest And a Christ spun out of the worlds Long Satan and Babylon are moving Through a world ripped away from its centre They shear through the rushes They follow the night night night night They want want want want want want Everything Long Satan and Babylon are rushing They are hurtling away From the centre of things They are running from the inside The wind cries full and in them Cuts through their emptiness Hoof on stone Claw against sun Where to look in an unknown Where to search in the vast whole Piggy-back cross oh piggy-black cross Into the silence thundering As they only hear the silence They do not hear the pain But Christ sees everything The little children are falling They'll topple till the end of the world Long Satan and Babylon keep running Through a universe empty of sound Though the world makes dark shadows You must look in your heart In the dark You must look in your heart Sadness Song When we touch the world And it falls away When we feel that we're born Just to fall apart And our mother lies in state And the broken pitcher glistens And the snow is at the window Creating neither sign nor symbol And the earth covers earth And the mud lies in pools Where the sand-dunes stretch unbroken And the dry wind bends and sighs And the geese are running harmless And our desires are running wild Then we're looking at the smoke That's rising from the incense Neither coming here nor going Neither heaven here nor hell Neither borning here nor birthing Neither dying here nor death And we're wrapped inside our troubles And we're wrapped inside our pain And wracked with fires with longing And our eyes are blind with night With our fingers clutching coins And our thoughts burning with 'I' And our eyes cannot be sated With the world and its nightmares With the world and its dreams Though later they'll be filled With a small handful of dust And the gods appear on the altars And we recognise their face It's a face that we have carved there And it's full of fear and longing And promises and threats But they neither stoop to conquer Nor do they stoop to praise And the mines are void of diamonds That we carry in our rags Then all the world seems A sadness song And all the world seems A sadness song

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In my mind Is the sound Of rudderless ships A time and a Time A time and a Time A time And a time So much silence Has deafened our ears So much emptiness Hinders our movements Lost in the earth And lost in air Around my hollow globe Broken feathers Blocking my words And then no one speaks Oh no one smiles And nothing moves Broken in snow The sun bares teeth So: One, I shall build a boat Two, I shall not fly a flag Three,three,three: God`s three functions So, three:I shall cross myself Four: and hope to die

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Charlie, He's My Darling is a song written by Robert Burns in 1796 Charlie He Is My Darling Chorus And Charlie he is my darling, My darling, my darling, Charlie he is my darling - The Young Chevalier! It was on a Monday morning Right early in the year, That Charlie came to our town - The Young Chevalier! As he was walking up the street The city for to view, O, there he spied a lovely girl The window looking through! So light as he jumped up the stair, And rasped at the pin; And who so ready as herself To let the lad in! He set his Jenny on his knee, All in his Highland dress; For very well he knew the way To please a lovely girl. It is up yonder heather covered mountain And down yonder scrubby glen, We dare not go a-milking For Charlie and his men! Grog Muß Es Sein Auf dem Meer wurd ich geboren, auf dem Meere wurd ich groß Zu dem Meer hab ich geschworen, hier find ich des Todes Los Wenn im Mai die Sonnenstrahlen blitzen an einem Sommertag Seh ich rebengrüne Hügel, singe ich beim Ruderschlag |: Rum badadadadada, Rum badadadadada Rum badadadadada, Grog muß es sein :| Stürmt den Winter zu verkünden übers Meer der wilde Wind Denke ich an meine Heimat, dort wo meine Liebsten sind Bricht der Bug dann und die Masten und die Ruder auch entzwei Geh ich mit dem Schiff zugrunde, singe ich ganz laut dabei |: Rum badadadadada, Rum badadadadada Rum badadadadada, Grog muß es sein :| In dem hell geschmückten Saale wartet Neptun dann auf mich Lädt mich ein an seine Tafel, an den reich gedeckten Tisch Auf dem Meer wurd ich geboren, auf dem Meere wurd ich groß Zu dem Meer habe ich geschworen, hier find ich des Todes Los |: Rum badadadadada, Rum badadadadada Rum badadadadada, Grog muß es sein :|

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原文出自 http://www.shaxixi.net/blog/?p=544 Collection d’Arnell-Andrea，法国DarkWave/Heavenly Voice里的元老级人物。02年专辑《Tristesse des Manes》在器乐上仅以大提琴、钢琴和人声为主，除开七首新作，另外七首歌曲是重新编排后的旧作，如 ” Aux Glycines Défuntes”、 “Au Sacre Des Nuits”、“Les Temples Eleves”等。没有了从前纷繁落地的偏激锐气，全碟贯穿始终的是那法兰西式的忧郁、朴素和沉静，这种手法与气质,不禁让人回想起Les Marronniers 时期的那几首新古典主义作品，实际上， 整张专辑听上去起来就像是以 “Les Temples Eleves”为蓝本进行的衍生创作：男声、女声、钢琴、大提琴、弦乐…久别重逢的Chloé不再去作怪扮酷，回归到她最始的本来面目，用她最本色、最纯净的嗓音安安静静、悠悠然然地咏唱着悲伤与失落。 抹去了沉重迷离的摇摆感觉后，换来是如斯素颜，犹如一幅淡雅的风景画，沉醉在无尽感伤的诗意里……也许，又会觉得Collection d’Arnell-Andrea这个样子让他们显得只是个精巧的NeoClassic乐队，丧失了以往那剑走偏锋、沉恸而热烈的浪漫气质；但这一刻，我真不知道乐队的这种改变是得是失，也不知道自己是悲是喜:耳边这个Collection d’Arnell -Andrea已朦胧成一片湖水色的光影,仿似稔熟，又如初识……

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