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• Artiste: Current 93
• Titre: The Postman Is Singing
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From the beaks of the birds Who are sweetly singing The birds are calling For their sweet ship home The Lord is on the storm He is the storm And deep in soft sea The cats arise You turned to me and said "I know your name" And then you said "I go there And I walk here And I walk there" See the cat on the lap She knows your name And purring gorgeously She sees your shame And on all the hills I am still Butter and honey and shoals of angels Circle my eyes And sweetly sing That the light Is leaving us all Dark arrows dart above The horsies are high The stars are firing Her eyelids closed For the light is leaving us all And the birds are softly falling And the light is leaving us all The birds are singing slowly The moon [?] face And the postman is singing And the sweeper is singing The sun is not shining Her eyes are in stars But down in the train The light is leaving us all So bind your head Then bite your lip As you slip into sleep And slip on your trip On the way to your house On your throne and your bone But the light has left your eyes The seahorses drowning The darkness stalks songbird Songbirds are singing Sweetly and softly The robin is singing The toy has grown in the dark The spirit is singing So cozy and wet When you turn out your light [?] in your bedroom When you turn out your light The lights fold into centuries And the golden calf yawns The light is leaving it all And I pick flowers and waited for the rain to sink into me So excuse my saying I have seen that you're lying Under this moon I have to spell out the truth I can tell The light has left you And the sweet songbirds babble on Of a Babel and the gates of gods And their light has left them all There are thousands of witches High in the skies One thousand suns sinking One thousand suns singing One thousand stars blinking The voice on the Stellaphone says The light's leaving you all As the birds are singing The light is leaving you all