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• Artiste: Current 93
• Titre: The Kettle's On
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Cyprus, Leadenham Your lock three feet, four feet, eight feet, four Anyway, have you heard the dust Scratching your name Whilst the birds are sweetly singing Suspect the stars will eat your name Draw jokes on doom of planets Whilst the birds are slowly singing Whilst you shine cats in the snow Through my window, [?] swirl And the light is bright Around the [?] At the rest of bed they sleep And the light is bright around their eyes And they soar on kitten wings [?] And their joy is bright light in heart Did I glimpse, messiah-seeking donkey? When the knife borne near my heart Behind polite kindness Cain Cain whose our jaws Cain is tonguing our mouth Our hands stretch link With Cain's tendons And behind the skin covering slow bones Mask and mark of Abel's brother By all the rivers we showed [?] Dust storm and bone storm Twilit skies The birds are sadly singing For hopeless king and hopeless queen The kettle's on and our work is done Burn those horsies And the flaming horsies will flick past your eyes And fear God in the house of thousand of bones Which there are thousand witches knows their home Seven gates and a thousand witches in ever nook Lay down for your appointed time And hear the birdsong singing And see the birds sing Bring you to me And sing me your name [?] And a thousand witches arise for you in the red house In the red barn they sing And the birds are surely singing In the night the children sing In the market square a girl is dead And by the fair the fair boy is dead And the birds are slowly singing But my head is writing in me and through me And in my head the plane is burning Softly, sweetly sing the birds There's flame in the trees and fire in the sod