Luyện nghe bài hát The Collector 19:01

Kingdom come come go
That you may carve upon my stone
When in a six walled box
I will no longer hear the
Indifferenty ticking in deserted mansion halls
come come kingdom go
Mementos crated cargo
A million things all left
with humankind
Conducted as if I was buying at auction
Holding court at gross
Where punch drunk sycophants slobbering
To suck my ...
I escaped upstairs to my
Titians tits and Goyas
Glower the high stone traceries
Oily smears bequeathed by souls
Studied throughout my daze
Scumbled in priceless fossils
Many a sad sullen -
Christ eternal held away me
Behind a brown and ancient
In my
of ego
Gradually mass between the nursery and now
for meaning
Walking insensible
of childhood turned to stringy vegetable
Troubled at night by flashbacks flashbacks ...
Waaa Waaa
I want to go potty
Training: I don't want to share my toys the other children
horrid
I ...
Child I was then when was I last young?
When did comic wood bricks trading in con-tricks?
When did innocence and die?
Adolescent I planned to total command
Draped vision's guilt on the bars of my play-pen
Hoped to arrest the swift of time
As though by some chance I recreate Eden
pie?
Lovely!
My hopes a statue my mouth became a gun
In the hit parade of interest I remained at number one
I was Mozart's old with a special gold inlay
I was always a of music 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
Would you it?
I did; but ...
- Nanny Conscience?
Is you standing at the end of my bed there Nanny?
My word, it's a long time you've been round here
Out in the - you're looking dreadful
I mean, so pale and
at your skin ... My god, the wrinkles!!!!
Nanny-nan-nanny; had her into a table lamp for me
Because I light to shine
But
From her prim ... Oooooooo!

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

One day soon I'm going to grow up big and
And my ego build me a temple
And nobody in will make 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 left to my own
This from pain with which I toyed
a gateway to a void
The only values left were to power
The trouble with life in ivory
The stretch until they fit the skins of hours
The faithless mates who and go
They run away like snow
A temple to ego constitutes a home
And though it sad
This jangling junk we are
A passing pageant passing
There must be
Something can last more than the sense of life as just
A and pointless overture
To
Fear debilitating fear and death round in circles
Turn!
Kingdom come come go
Collecting before the Son light
On pain of death our pass
Secreting over insight
soul is fertilised
Human span it's season
Ward of conscience fragile
by unfettered reason - that candle
Both ends
Collecting trash gold
ego drains and clutches
When cross by the truth
It carves the up into crutches
Sharpened at both
friend ...
Freedom's is donkey borne
A
The bleeding on main-street
nothing but the scorn
Of those who cannot bear eyes to meet
Except in artificial
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 that all but One haad gone
Did Jesus have a grave stone upon to carve His name?
When He came the grave gave up it's game
Now collects worthwhile living
For it is a crop that grows from His of giving


A crystal ball


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