Stoned Obituary - текст песни
Stoned Obituary
@ (this one is not transcribed, but "official")
Lightning cracked a crooked cross across the sky above the cross
Where he'd been hanging for a day (he was stoned again!) The breeze
Grew ice threw knives blew halos hallowed cinders flew together
Made a cushion for his feet. There were spikes in his sandals,
Spikes in his ankles... A spike split the wood, syringed his vertabrae.
Spikes in his shins in his chin in his fingers... Amused apparitions hummed
The Marsollaise.
We had to look away, he seemed so fragile.
We tried to offer him a cigarette but it was futile... no way through. The
Guards screamed "Front!", drew guns, splashed acid.. so we retreated
To the shadows squated low and said a prayer Cameras clicked out
Of sight there are fights, there were fanfares. Fireworks flashed across
The cenotaph. Kiddies played in the pits, spitting crisps, licking
Icecreams. A spiv threw an auction for his autograph.
I never thought it would finish quite this way. No resistance
Not a word to say but maybe we'll meet in heaven. We can talk
About those good old days. I believe (at least I WANT to believe)
The angels landed cleared their throats and chorused "Crown Him!"
They poured a potion on his hair it nearly drowned him. Then they called
A minute's silence. They called the clowns in and a cripple touched his
Foot and did a cartwheel down the hill... turning once for his wisdom,
Twice for the pearl moon. A third as the thief cried "It's judgement day."
He rolled his eyes, ripped his shirt rolled insane in the dirt.
Applause ripped the heavens and blew the clouds away.
The laughter died as schoolgirls passed around the tissues.
Pretty patterns while a message said "We'll miss you. Bless you.
Bless your eyes." And the bell rang twice and we fell as his
Lips moved. We stared in stoney silence as the news guy scribbled
Furiously down his final words: "I made mistakes. I've been a fool.
I tried hard byt never thought that what started so well could end in
Misery. But my motives were good. I thought you all understood...
Just don't be hard when this day is cloaked in history.
You mistrusted me? ...," And he died with his eyes on...
Ash for ashes dust for dust a lust for dust a must for dust
Die with your eyes on...
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