"WILD GOD", "FROGS" and "LONG DARK NIGHT" have already been covered. This will cover the rest of the album, with the understanding that all else branches outwards from this essential trifecta as stands.
"WILD GOD", "FROGS" and "LONG DARK NIGHT" have already been covered. This will cover the rest of the album, with the understanding that all else branches outwards from this essential trifecta as stands.
On the shore of the lake, an old man sat
And watched a woman bathing
With its golden touch, the light was such
That the moment was worth saving
And he sang the song of the lake
The song of the lake
And all the king's horses and all-
Ah, never mind, never mind
And he knew that he would dissolve
If he followed her into the lake
But also knew that if he remained
Upon the shore, he would, in time, evaporate
He sang the song of the lake
The song of the lake
And all the king’s horses
Ah, never mind, never mind
And he knew that even though he had found Heaven
Such as described in the ancient scrolls
Still, he felt the drag of Hell
Upon his old and mortal soul
And he sang the song of the lake
And all the king's horses—
Oh Lord, never mind, never mind
For every evil under the sun
If there be one, seek it till you find
For there's either a remedy or there is none
And if there is none, never mind, never mind
Never mind, never mind
Ah, never mind
Never mind
Oh never mind, never mind, never mind
Cause all the king’s horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put us back together again
Oh my darling, well, where will we go now?
Oh my darling, where do we go?
Ah, never mind, never mind
And what do we do now?
Oh, never mind, never mind
Oh, my sweet darling, never mind
I woke up this morning with the blues all around my head
I woke up this morning with the blues all around my head
I felt like someone in my family was dead
I jumped up like a rabbit and fell down to my knees
I jumped up like a rabbit and fell down to my knees
Call out all around me, said, "Have mercy on me, please"
"Have mercy on me, please"
And over by the window, the voice came low and hollow
Over by the window, a voice came low and hollow
It spoke into my pain, into my yearning sorrow
Spoke into my pain
"Who was it," I cried, "What wild ghost has come in agitation?"
"Who is it," I cried, "What wild ghost has come in agitation?
"It’s half past midnight! Why you disturb me so late?"
Then I saw a movement
Then I saw a movement around
Then I saw a movement around my narrow bed
I saw a movement around my narrow bed
Oh, a ghost in giant sneakers, laughing stars around his head
Have mercy on me
Sat on a narrow bed, this flaming boy
Who sat on a narrow bed, this flaming boy
He said, "We’ve all had too much sorrow, now is the time for joy"
And all across the world they shout bad words, they shout angry words
All across the world they shout out their angry words
About the end of love, yet the stars stand above the earth
Bright, triumphant metaphors of love
Bright, triumphant metaphors of love
Blind us all who care to stand and look beyond,
That care to stand and look beyond above
And I jumped up like a rabbit and fell down to my knees
I jumped up like a rabbit and fell down to my knees
I called all around me, said, "Have mercy on me, please"
"Have mercy on me, please"
"Have mercy on me, please"
"Have mercy on me, please"
For joy, for joy, for joy
For joy, for joy, for joy
Jumping for joy
For joy, for joy, for joy
For joy, for joy, for joy
Oh, for joy
Oh, have mercy on me, please
Joy, joy, joy
The last time you came around here, it was to rescue me
You arrived just in time with your customary flair
You rode through the rain all the way from Castellain
With the wind, and the wind, oh, the wind, ah, the wind in your hair
After that nothing ever really hurt again
Nothing ever really hurt, not even ordinary pain
As we’d sit, you and me, by the great aching sea
In the rain, in the rain, and the rain, oh, the rain, oh, the rain
And I will always love you
With the wind, with the wind, with the wind, oh, the wind in your hair
Who arе these gods that you now defеnd?
And what purpose do they serve now at the end of time?
That we lay on our beds, with the rain on our heads
And my hand, searching for your hand, searching for my hand, searching for your hand, searching for mine
And I will always love you
And I will always love you
And I will always, I will always love you
And I will always love you
There was a little place in a pretty row
Where we mostly did not go
And next to the place in a field of trees
Were stones stacked on stones for ten centuries
One time in the field in the middle of the night
An old god shambled beneath the sodium light
And the whole town gathered at the fence
With looks on their faces worse than grief itsеlf
Now then, a girl across the street with long dark hair
Knelt among thе stones and the mystical flare
And the old god drew her into him like a flame
And I’ve never seen you so beautiful as that again
Touched by the spirit and touched by the flame
Touched by the spirit and touched by the flame
I never ever saw you so beautiful as that again
Touched by the spirit and touched by the flame
I’ve never ever seen you so beautiful as that again
I was touched by the spirit and touched by the flame
I never ever really ever saw you so beautiful again
Not like that again, not that again!
These voices they never ever stopped again
They never stopped again! I was touched by the flame!
I never really ever hurt again! Never hurt again!
Not even by ordinary pain! Not even by ordinary pain!
I never ever really hurt again! Oh, hurt again! Oh, hurt again!
You’re beautiful! You’re beautiful, again! You’re beautiful! You’re beautiful! You’re beautiful! You’re beautiful!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! You’re beautiful!
You’re beautiful! You’re beautiful again!
Oh, touched by the flame!
I told my friends that life was sweet
I told my friends that life was very sweet
And the cinnamon horses
In the turpentine trees
I told my friends some things were good
That love would endure if it could
And the cinnamon horses
Stroll through the castle ruins
I said we can’t love someone
Without hurting someone
And a dozen white vampires
Under a strawberry moon
You said that
You said that
You said that, ooh
You said that
You said that
Under a strawberry moon
Because love asks for nothing
But love costs everything
And the cinnamon horses
Dancе beneath a strawberry moon
I said wе should not hurt one another
Still we hurt one another
And a dozen white vampires
Sun themselves in the castle ruins
You said that
You said that
You said that, ooh
You said that
You said that
You said that, ooh
I told my friends that life was sweet
I told my friends life was very sweet
You said that
You said that
In the castle ruins
I told my friends that life was good
That love would endure if it could
You said that
You said that
You said that, ooh
She rises in advance of her panties
I can confirm that God actually exists
She turns and smiles but never ever scantily
O wow! O wow! How wonderful she is!
Well, the horses, they have kicked down the stable
And the rabbits have put carrots in their ears
And her coloured crayons dance upon the table
O wow! O wow! How wonderful she feels!
The country doctor whistles across the meadow
And the schoolboy, he hops up and says, "Gee whiz!"
The dogs, they are all barking at their shadows
O wow! O wow! How wonderful she is!
O wow! O wow! Well, nothing could compare
Her friends, now dead, their spectral chins all nod
And they braid a band of violets through her hair
O wow! O wow! How wonderful she was!
How wonderful she is!
[Outro: Anita Lane]
Do you remember we used to really, really have fun?
'Cause we'd be just by ourselves, mucking around, really relaxed, not under pressure
I guess that's how we'd make up songs!
I... I remember we were in bed, and then we imagined somebody upstairs
I don't even know if we heard footsteps, or imagined footsteps and then imagined the story
That was in that little place opposite Brixton Prison
I didn't even realise that everyone wasn't like that
We tried to write a contract of love
But we only got as far as doing the border
There was never any words in it
Which I thought said a lot more than anything else
She sits at the window
Her hands folded on her sleeping lap
As He steps from the tomb
In His rags and His wounds
Into the yellow light that streams
Through the window, He brings
Peace and good tidings to the land
Peace and good tidings to the land
And as the waters cover the sea
And as you wake and turn to me
Peace and good tidings He will bring
Good tidings to all things