Luyện nghe bài hát The Collector 19:01

Kingdom come kingdom go
That you may carve upon my stone
When in a six walled box
I will no longer hear the
Indifferenty in cold deserted mansion halls
come come kingdom go
Mementos relics crated
A things all left behind
Relationships humankind
Conducted as if I was slaves at auction
Holding at gross parties
Where drunk sycophants came slobbering
To my cocktails ...
I escaped upstairs to my
Titians tits and Goyas
Glower through the high stone
Oily smears bequeathed by thirsty
throughout my long daze
Scumbled paint in fossils
a sad sullen pieta -
Christ eternal held from me
a brown and ancient glaze
In my
of ego
Gradually eclipsing between the nursery and now
for meaning
Walking earth
Flowerings of turned to stringy vegetable
Troubled at by flashbacks flashbacks flashbacks ...
Waaa Waaa
I don't to go potty
Training: I don't to share my toys with the other children
They're
I ...
Child that I was when was I last young?
did comic wood bricks become trading in con-tricks?
When did shudder and die?
Adolescent I planned to take total
Draped vision's guilt edge on the of my play-pen
Hoped to arrest the swift of time
As though by some chance I recreate Eden
Apple
Lovely!
My hopes became a statue my became a gun
In the hit of self interest I remained at number one
I was old piano with a special gold inlay
I was always a lover of but I never did learn to play
I I'd be saved by my collection to begin with
I thought I'd be by my collection
you believe it?
I did; but ...
- Nanny Conscience?
Is you standing at the end of my bed there Nanny?
My word, it's a long time since you've been here
Out in the open - looking dreadful
I mean, so and interior;
Look at your ... My god, the wrinkles!!!!
Nanny-nan-nanny; had her made a table lamp for me
Because I needed to shine
But
From her portals ... Oooooooo!

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

One day I'm going to grow up big and strong
And my ego build me a temple
And in there will make me
Wash my ears or eat my greens or
my toys with the other children who are just horrid anyway
Not me
I myself as dry as a desert
in the end there was nothing left to call my own
This freedom from with which I toyed
Became a to a void
The only values left relative to power
The trouble with in ivory towers
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
jangling junk we are amassed
A passing pageant passing
must be something
Something that can last more than the sense of life as
A short and pointless
To
debilitating fear and death turn round in circles
Turn!
Kingdom come kingdom go
clouds before the Son light
On of death our presents pass
Secreting over insight
Human is fertilised
Human span it's wombing
Ward of conscience fragile
Aborted by unfettered reason - that
Both ends
Collecting trash collecting
ego drains and clutches
When cross by the truth
It carves the cross up into
at both ends
Some ...
Ling is donkey borne
A
The bleeding on main-street
Collecting but the scorn
Of who cannot bear their eyes to meet
Except in light
Who to star in such 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 upon which to His name?
When He came collecting the gave 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 keep all
is not for sale ...
BASS : MITTEN
DRUMS, AND PROGRAMMING : BRIAN DEVOIL
GUITARS : ANDY REVELL AND CLIVE
: RICK BATTERSBY AND CLIVE MITTEN
VOCALS, SQUEAKY TOYS AND ASSORTED : GEOFF MANN
WRITTEN BY : ANDY, BRIAN, CLIVE, AND GEOFF
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