Luyện nghe bài hát The Collector 19:01

Kingdom come come go
That you may carve upon my grave
When confined in a six box
I will no longer hear the
Indifferenty ticking in cold mansion halls
come come kingdom go
Mementos crated cargo
A million things all left
Relationships with
Conducted as if I was buying slaves at
Holding at gross parties
Where punch drunk sycophants slobbering
To suck my ...
I escaped upstairs to my
Titians tits and grand
through the high stone traceries
Oily smears bequeathed by thirsty
Studied throughout my daze
Scumbled paint in priceless
Many a sad pieta -
eternal held away from me
Behind a and ancient glaze
In my
of ego
Gradually mass between the nursery and now
for meaning
Walking earth
Flowerings of turned to stringy vegetable
Troubled at by flashbacks flashbacks flashbacks ...
Waaa Mummy
I don't want to go
Training: I don't want to share my toys with the children
They're
I ...
Child that I was then was I last young?
When did comic wood become trading in con-tricks?
When did shudder and die?
Adolescent I planned to take total
Draped vision's guilt on the bars of my play-pen
Hoped to arrest the swift of time
As though by some I could recreate Eden
pie?
Lovely!
My hopes became a statue my became a gun
In the hit parade of self I remained at number one
I was old piano with a special gold inlay
I was a lover of music but I never did learn to play
I thought I'd be saved by my collection to with
I thought I'd be by my collection
Would you it?
I but then ...
Nanny - Nanny
Is that you at the end of my bed there Nanny?
My word, a long time since you've been round here
Out in the - you're looking dreadful
I mean, so pale and
Look at your ... My god, the wrinkles!!!!
Nanny-nan-nanny; had her made a table lamp for me
I needed light to shine
But
her prim portals ... Oooooooo!

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

One day I'm going to grow up big and strong
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 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 which I toyed
a gateway to a void
The only values left were relative to
The with life in ivory towers
The seconds stretch until they fit the skins of
The mates who come and go
They run away like melted
A temple to ego constitutes a home
And though it sad
jangling junk we are amassed
A pageant passing fast
must be something
Something that can last more the sense of life as just
A short and pointless
To
Fear debilitating and death turn round in circles
Turn!
Kingdom come kingdom go
Collecting clouds before the Son
On pain of our presents pass
habit over insight
Human is fertilised
Human span wombing season
Ward of conscience child
by unfettered reason - that candle
Both burning
Collecting collecting gold
ego drains and clutches
When examined by the truth
It carves the cross up crutches
at both ends
Some ...
Ling is donkey borne
A
The palms on main-street
Collecting but the scorn
Of those who cannot bear their to meet
Except in artificial
Who to star in such a cast?
I leave to the past
To one party I asked them all and One
And when it was over I found all but One haad gone
Did Jesus have a 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 His seed of giving


A glittering ball


Sweet you can keep them all
Heaven is not for ...
BASS : CLIVE
DRUMS, AND PROGRAMMING : BRIAN DEVOIL
GUITARS : REVELL AND CLIVE MITTEN
: RICK BATTERSBY AND CLIVE MITTEN
VOCALS, SQUEAKY TOYS AND ASSORTED NOISES : GEOFF
WRITTEN BY : ANDY, BRIAN, CLIVE, RICK AND
ORIGINALLY RELEASED ON : PREVIOUSLY