[00:00.00]作曲 : David Tibet
[00:09.68]And the clip-clops increasing
[00:13.11]Singing the Blues and Ends and Reds
[00:16.89]Oh Hallucinatory Mountain
[00:20.97]Full of beauty and pain
[00:24.49]Cry become many
[00:27.76]Pasture moon scorpion
[00:31.42]Grow numb cord invisible
[00:37.38]Sleep paradigms
[00:39.99]Horn burns and flesh
[00:43.90]Suck beneath roofs
[00:47.38]Chew prisons skin destroyer
[00:51.64]Destroyer Murderer
[00:55.08]Morning whirlwind
[00:58.74]The crocodile devours everything
[01:03.95]Except the watchtower green fields
[01:08.06]Min is mine
[01:11.83]Not thine
[01:14.33]It’s Kitten Time at
[01:19.46]GreatCrystalShrine
[01:31.06]I am the butterfly net
[01:34.90]And I see bad things arising
[01:39.11]And crimes committed at night
[01:46.47]Under the brow of the desolate Hill
[01:54.00]Whilst Aleph grins
[01:57.17]And says
[01:58.94]“All is good time”
[02:02.83]And Cain as sharp as grass nods
[02:07.41]“All is good crime”
[02:11.75]I have had many men in me
[02:16.48]The frame is empty
[02:20.21]ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲡⲉ
[02:23.73]ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲡⲉ
[02:30.98]ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲡⲉ
[02:35.79]You sailed away
[02:39.73]On the rush boat
[02:43.76]Onto last rivers
[02:47.78]Styx or Thames or Nile
[02:51.78]Woman in pale blue
[02:55.69]Man and peach
[02:59.60]And the cats and cows
[03:03.49]In the club the old men
[03:07.82]The old women
[03:11.54]Die Bingo
[03:15.06]The pyramids are on wagons
[03:19.06]Go to Mecca and harbours
[03:22.95]But I am not the disco
[03:29.62]I am not the memory of Pilate
[03:36.43]I am Aleph I am Adam
[03:41.35]With Rickie Lee
[03:45.32]Me and tea
[03:49.20]By the bridge of sighs
[03:53.07]With ice cream and clouds
[03:57.08]Of chemicals and cancers
[04:00.86]But I am not the disco
[04:04.99]The voice gasps out
[04:08.57]Aleph says
[04:10.23]“I am not the disco”
[04:14.28]Adam says
[04:15.82]“I am not the disco”
[04:20.00]Aleph and Adam spill out:
[04:23.63]“For the first 26 years
[04:29.13]I assumed the death posture
[04:33.24]And swallowed spunk like butter
[04:37.33]Cut my fingers
[04:40.91]Stretched hands and peered
[04:45.09]Through the gauze
[04:48.88]Grew moons or flowers
[04:52.79]And threw up robins
[04:56.77]And the beaks of Kings”