Luyện nghe bài hát The Collector 19:01

Kingdom come kingdom go
That you may carve upon my stone
When confined in a six box
I will no longer the clocks
Indifferenty ticking in deserted mansion halls
Kingdom come kingdom go
relics crated cargo
A million things all behind
Relationships with
Conducted as if I was slaves at auction
Holding court at gross
Where punch drunk sycophants came
To my cocktails ...
I upstairs to my collection
Titians and grand Goyas
Glower through the high traceries
Oily smears bequeathed by thirsty
Studied throughout my daze
Scumbled paint in priceless
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 insensible
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 ...
Child that I was then when was I last
When did comic wood bricks become trading in
When did shudder and die?
Adolescent I to take total command
Draped vision's guilt edge on the bars of my
Hoped to the swift passage of time
As though by some chance I could recreate
Apple
Lovely!
My became a statue my mouth 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 music but I 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 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 round here
Out in the open - you're dreadful
I mean, so and interior;
Look at skin ... My god, the wrinkles!!!!
Nanny-nan-nanny; had her made into a lamp for me
Because I needed to shine
But
From her portals ... Oooooooo!

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

One day soon I'm going to 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
Share my toys with the other who are just horrid anyway
Not me
I drank myself as dry as a
in the end there was nothing left to call my own
This freedom from pain with which I
Became a gateway to a
The only values left relative to power
The trouble life in ivory towers
The seconds until they fit the skins of hours
The faithless who come and go
They run like melted snow
A temple to ego never constitutes a
And it seems sad
This jangling we are amassed
A pageant passing fast
must be something
Something that can more than the sense of life as just
A and pointless overture
To
Fear fear and death turn round in circles
Turn!
Kingdom come come go
Collecting clouds the Son light
On pain of death our presents
Secreting habit insight
Human is fertilised
Human span wombing season
Ward of conscience child
Aborted by unfettered - that candle
Both burning
Collecting trash collecting
ego drains and clutches
When cross by the truth
It carves the up into crutches
Sharpened at ends
friend ...
Freedom's Ling is borne
A
The bleeding on main-street
Collecting but the scorn
Of those who cannot bear eyes to meet
Except in artificial
Who needs to star in a cast?
I collecting to the past
To one last party I them all and One
And when it was I found that all but One haad gone
Did Jesus have a grave stone upon to carve His name?
When He came collecting the grave gave up game
Now no-one worthwhile living
For it is a crop that grows His seed of giving


A glittering crystal


Sweet you can keep them all
Heaven is not for ...
BASS : MITTEN
DRUMS, PERCUSSION AND PROGRAMMING : BRIAN
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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