Luyện nghe bài hát The Collector 19:01

Kingdom come kingdom go
That you may carve upon my grave
confined in a six walled box
I no longer hear the clocks
Indifferenty in cold deserted mansion halls
Kingdom come kingdom go
relics crated cargo
A things all left behind
with humankind
Conducted as if I was slaves at auction
Holding at gross parties
Where punch drunk sycophants slobbering
To my cocktails ...
I escaped to my collection
Titians tits and Goyas
Glower through the stone traceries
Oily smears bequeathed by souls
throughout my long daze
Scumbled in priceless fossils
Many a sad pieta -
Christ held away from me
Behind a brown and ancient
In my
of ego
Gradually eclipsing mass the nursery and now
for meaning
Walking earth
of childhood turned to stringy vegetable
Troubled at night by flashbacks flashbacks ...
Waaa Mummy
I don't to go potty
Training: I don't want to my toys with the other children
horrid
I ...
Child that I was then when was I young?
When did comic bricks become trading in con-tricks?
When did innocence shudder and
Adolescent I planned to take command
Draped guilt edge on the bars of my play-pen
Hoped to the swift passage of time
As though by chance I could recreate Eden
pie?
Lovely!
My hopes a statue my mouth became a gun
In the hit parade of self interest I remained at one
I was Mozart's old piano with a gold inlay
I was a lover of music but I never did learn to play
I thought I'd be saved by my to begin with
I thought I'd be saved by my
Would you it?
I but then ...
Nanny - Nanny
Is that you standing at the end of my bed Nanny?
My word, it's a long time since you've round here
Out in the open - looking dreadful
I mean, so and interior;
Look at your ... My god, the wrinkles!!!!
had her made into a table lamp for me
Because I needed light to
But
her prim portals ... Oooooooo!

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

One day soon I'm to grow up big and strong
And my ego build me a temple
And nobody in will make me
Wash behind my ears or eat my or
my toys with the other children who are just horrid anyway
Not me
I drank as dry as a desert
Still in the end was nothing left to call my own
This freedom pain with which I toyed
a gateway to a void
The only values left were to power
The trouble with life in ivory
The seconds stretch until fit the skins of hours
The mates who come and go
They run away like melted
A temple to ego never a home
And though it sad
This jangling we are amassed
A pageant passing fast
There be something
that can last more than the sense of life as just
A short and pointless
To
Fear debilitating fear and turn round in circles
Turn!
Kingdom come kingdom go
Collecting clouds before the Son
On pain of our presents pass
Secreting habit insight
Human soul is
Human span wombing season
Ward of conscience fragile
Aborted by unfettered reason - that
ends burning
Collecting collecting gold
Vampires ego drains and
When cross by the truth
It carves the cross up crutches
at both ends
Some ...
Freedom's Ling is donkey
A
The bleeding on main-street
nothing but the scorn
Of those who cannot bear their eyes to
in artificial light
Who needs to star in such a
I leave collecting to the
To one last party I asked all and One
And it was over I found that all but One haad gone
Did Jesus have a grave stone upon which to carve His
When He came collecting the grave up it's game
Now no-one collects living
For it is a that grows from His seed of giving


A crystal ball


Sweet sugar you can them all
is not for sale ...
BASS : MITTEN
DRUMS, PERCUSSION AND PROGRAMMING : BRIAN
GUITARS : REVELL AND CLIVE MITTEN
: RICK BATTERSBY AND CLIVE MITTEN
VOCALS, SQUEAKY TOYS AND ASSORTED NOISES : GEOFF
BY : ANDY, BRIAN, CLIVE, RICK AND GEOFF
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