Luyện nghe bài hát The Collector 19:01

Kingdom come kingdom go
you may carve upon my grave stone
When confined in a six box
I will no longer the clocks
Indifferenty ticking in deserted mansion halls
Kingdom come kingdom go
Mementos relics crated
A things all left behind
with humankind
Conducted as if I was buying slaves at
court at gross parties
Where punch drunk sycophants slobbering
To my cocktails ...
I escaped upstairs to my
tits and grand Goyas
Glower through the high traceries
smears bequeathed by thirsty souls
Studied my long daze
Scumbled paint in priceless
a sad sullen pieta -
Christ eternal away from me
Behind a and ancient glaze
In my
of ego
Gradually eclipsing mass the nursery and now
for meaning
Walking insensible
Flowerings of childhood turned to vegetable
Troubled at night by flashbacks flashbacks ...
Waaa Mummy
I don't want to go
Training: I don't to share my toys with the other children
They're
I ...
Child that I was when was I last young?
When did comic wood bricks become trading in
did innocence shudder and die?
Adolescent I planned to total command
Draped vision's guilt on the bars of my play-pen
to arrest the swift passage of time
As by some chance I could recreate Eden
pie?
Lovely!
My hopes became a statue my became a gun
In the hit of self interest I remained at number one
I was Mozart's old piano a special gold inlay
I was always a lover of music but I never did learn to
I I'd be saved by my collection to begin with
I I'd be saved by my collection
you believe it?
I but then ...
Nanny - Nanny
Is you standing at the end of my bed there Nanny?
My word, it's a long time since you've round here
Out in the - you're looking dreadful
I mean, so and interior;
at your skin ... My god, the wrinkles!!!!
Nanny-nan-nanny; had her made into a lamp for me
Because I needed to shine
But
From her portals ... Oooooooo!

Don't you think it's about time you started nice to me

One day soon I'm going to grow up big and
And my ego will me a temple
And nobody in there will me
Wash my ears or eat my greens or
Share my toys with the children who are just horrid anyway
Not me
I drank myself as dry as a
Still in the end there was nothing to call my own
This freedom from pain with which I
Became a gateway to a
The values left were relative to power
The trouble life in ivory towers
The seconds stretch they fit the skins of hours
The mates who come and go
They run like melted snow
A temple to ego constitutes a home
And it seems sad
jangling junk we are amassed
A passing pageant passing
There be something
Something can last more than the sense of life as just
A short and pointless
To
Fear debilitating and death turn round in circles
Turn!
Kingdom come kingdom go
Collecting clouds the Son light
On pain of death our pass
Secreting habit insight
soul is fertilised
Human span wombing season
Ward of conscience child
Aborted by unfettered reason - that
Both ends
Collecting trash gold
ego drains and clutches
When examined by the truth
It carves the up into crutches
Sharpened at ends
Some ...
Freedom's Ling is donkey
A
The bleeding palms on
Collecting nothing but the
Of those who cannot bear eyes to meet
Except in artificial
Who needs to star in a cast?
I collecting to the past
To one last party I them all and One
And when it was over I that all but One haad gone
Did Jesus have a grave stone which to carve His name?
When He came collecting the grave gave up it's
Now no-one collects worthwhile
For it is a crop grows from His seed of giving


A crystal ball


Sweet you can keep them all
Heaven is not for ...
: CLIVE MITTEN
DRUMS, PERCUSSION AND PROGRAMMING : BRIAN
GUITARS : ANDY AND CLIVE MITTEN
KEYBOARDS : RICK BATTERSBY AND CLIVE
VOCALS, SQUEAKY TOYS AND NOISES : GEOFF MANN
WRITTEN BY : ANDY, BRIAN, CLIVE, AND GEOFF
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