Luyện nghe bài hát The Collector 19:01

Kingdom come kingdom go
you may carve upon my grave stone
When in a six walled box
I no longer hear the clocks
ticking in cold deserted mansion halls
Kingdom come kingdom go
Mementos relics cargo
A million things all behind
with humankind
Conducted as if I was buying slaves at
Holding court at parties
Where punch drunk sycophants came
To suck my ...
I escaped upstairs to my
Titians and grand Goyas
Glower through the stone traceries
Oily smears bequeathed by souls
Studied throughout my daze
paint in priceless fossils
Many a sad sullen -
Christ eternal held from me
a brown and ancient glaze
In my
of ego
Gradually eclipsing between the nursery and now
Struggling for
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 want to share my toys with the other
horrid
I ...
Child that I was then when was I last
When did comic wood bricks become in con-tricks?
When did innocence and die?
Adolescent I planned to take command
Draped guilt edge on the bars 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 parade of self interest I at number one
I was Mozart's old piano with a special gold
I was always a of music but I never did learn to play
I I'd be saved by my collection to begin with
I thought I'd be saved by my
Would you it?
I but then ...
Nanny - Nanny
Is you standing at the end of my bed there Nanny?
My word, a long time since you've been round here
Out in the open - you're 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 light to shine
But
From her prim ... Oooooooo!

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

One day soon I'm going to grow up big and
And my ego will build me a
And in there will make me
Wash my ears or eat my greens or
Share my toys with the other children who are just horrid
Not me
I drank myself as dry as a
Still in the end was nothing left to call my own
This freedom from pain with which I
a gateway to a void
The only values left were to power
The trouble with in ivory towers
The seconds stretch until they fit the of hours
The faithless who come and go
They run away melted snow
A to ego never 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 sense of life as
A short and pointless
To
Fear debilitating fear and death turn in circles
Turn!
Kingdom come kingdom go
clouds before the Son light
On of death our presents pass
Secreting habit over
soul is fertilised
Human span it's season
of conscience fragile child
Aborted by unfettered reason - that
Both ends
Collecting trash collecting
Vampires ego drains and
When cross by the truth
It the cross up into crutches
at both ends
Some ...
Ling is donkey borne
A
The bleeding palms on
Collecting nothing but the
Of those who cannot their eyes to meet
Except in light
Who needs to star in such a
I collecting to the past
To one last I asked them all and One
And when it was over I found that all but One haad
Did Jesus have a stone upon which to carve His name?
When He came the grave gave up it's game
Now no-one collects living
For it is a crop that grows from His of giving


A glittering crystal


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