Luyện nghe bài hát The Collector 19:01

Kingdom come come go
That you may carve upon my stone
confined in a six walled box
I will no longer the clocks
Indifferenty ticking in deserted mansion halls
come come kingdom go
Mementos relics crated
A million things all behind
Relationships humankind
as if I was buying slaves at auction
Holding court at parties
Where drunk sycophants came slobbering
To my cocktails ...
I escaped to my collection
tits and grand Goyas
Glower through the stone traceries
Oily smears bequeathed by souls
throughout my long daze
Scumbled in priceless fossils
Many a sad sullen -
Christ eternal away from me
Behind a brown and glaze
In my
of ego
Gradually mass between the nursery and now
for meaning
Walking earth
of childhood turned to stringy vegetable
Troubled at night by flashbacks flashbacks ...
Waaa Mummy
I want to go potty
Training: I don't want to share my toys with the other
They're
I ...
that I was then when was I last young?
When did wood bricks become trading in con-tricks?
When did innocence shudder and
I planned to take total command
Draped vision's guilt on the bars of my play-pen
Hoped to arrest the passage of time
As by some chance I could recreate Eden
Apple
Lovely!
My hopes became a my mouth became a gun
In the hit parade of interest I remained at number one
I was Mozart's old piano with a special inlay
I was always a lover of but I never did learn to play
I thought I'd be saved by my collection to begin
I thought I'd be by my collection
you believe it?
I but then ...
Nanny - Nanny
Is that you standing at the end of my bed there
My word, it's a long time since been round here
Out in the open - you're looking
I mean, so and interior;
at your skin ... My god, the wrinkles!!!!
Nanny-nan-nanny; had her into a table lamp for me
I needed light to shine
But
From her portals ... Oooooooo!

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

One day I'm going to grow up big and strong
And my ego will build me a
And nobody in will make me
Wash behind my ears or eat my or
Share my toys the other children who are just horrid anyway
Not me
I drank myself as dry as a
Still in the end there was nothing left to my own
This freedom from pain with I toyed
a gateway to a void
The only left were relative to power
The trouble with life in towers
The seconds until they fit the skins of hours
The mates who come and go
run away like melted snow
A temple to ego constitutes a home
And though it sad
jangling junk we are amassed
A passing passing fast
There be something
Something that can last more than the of life as just
A short and pointless
To
Fear debilitating and death turn round in circles
Turn!
Kingdom come kingdom go
Collecting before the Son light
On of death our presents pass
Secreting over insight
Human soul is
Human it's wombing season
Ward of fragile child
by unfettered reason - that candle
Both burning
Collecting collecting gold
ego drains and clutches
When examined by the truth
It the cross up into crutches
Sharpened at both
friend ...
Freedom's Ling is donkey
A
The palms on main-street
nothing but the scorn
Of those who cannot their eyes to meet
Except in artificial
Who needs to in such a cast?
I leave collecting to the
To one last party I asked all and One
And when it was over I found that all but One gone
Did Jesus a grave stone upon which to carve His name?
When He came the grave gave up it's game
Now no-one worthwhile living
For it is a crop that grows from His seed of


A glittering ball


Sweet sugar you can keep all
is not for sale ...
BASS : MITTEN
DRUMS, AND PROGRAMMING : BRIAN DEVOIL
GUITARS : ANDY REVELL AND CLIVE
KEYBOARDS : RICK AND CLIVE MITTEN
VOCALS, TOYS AND ASSORTED NOISES : GEOFF MANN
WRITTEN BY : ANDY, BRIAN, CLIVE, AND GEOFF
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