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BOKOR LYRICS
"Anomia1" (2007)
1. Crawl-The Sermons And The Dreams Of John Duncan Thunstall
2. Best Trip
3. The Island Of St: Men�e (Beachof The Living Dead)
4. Convert Into
5. Migrating
6. Avert Your Eyes
1. Crawl-The Sermons And The Dreams Of John Duncan Thunstall
Woe to you oh gods of land and sea
Predicted is my way of sordid myth
I count my sins in books of wrath and awe
For you and me we are the same within
We know the world we live in here is small
Our house is just a shed upon the shore
Where oceans meet our tiny crust of land
And thrash upon it, wash away the sand
The Heathen and the Devil's Guard will join
To stand upon the distant fields of dreams
And forth he comes the Alien King of dust
Of silence, drought and everlasting sleep
And though we're old and withered nowadays
Once we were like wolves and bred like kings
Human to the bone
Good and bad alike
Forth they come, the legions blind with trust
Machines of deed with purity for fuel
Hollow hearts and faces cloaked in white
December minds in glory cold as ice
And the best of us will always fail and fall
For though our hearts are bold our flesh is weak
And the last of all the beasts of blind belief
Will worm and spread and outgrow all below
And
Crawl through the lands
Crawl, crawl
Crawl through the lands
Human to the bone
Good and bad alike
2. Best Trip
3. The Island Of St: Men�e (Beachof The Living Dead)
The fare is one dollar a ritual
The fare is one dollar a ritual
Paid in advance
Paid in advance
From the tall ships of old Europe, to the cruisers of today
They've always come, like sheep on display
Wild dreams in the pitch black nights, the fever in the blood
Makes you remember the feel of the red African soil
Forgive me for walking alone
Forgive me for walking alone
Out in the bush, in the outskirts of the city
Among the slum shacks where the bright love reigns
On throught the verdure
I am
My own shadown, alone in the crowd
Down On The Shore
Empty hotels tower above the sand, like tombstones
Love is in the chicken blood spilled on the earthen floors
In the heaving breasts of Our Lady of the Dead dancing
Forgive me for walking alone
On throught the verdure
I am
My own shadown, alone in the crowd
Down On The Shore
Lost in the undergrowth
I am
In The darkness now, one in the crowd
Down on the shore
Rejoicing
(I am love withering)
Dark shapes move in the shantytown
(I am grace in death)
Like fish in the deep gloom of the ocean
(I am the wings of the dove)
The drummer boy and his army moves
(I am riddles and joy)
Adrift in the night along the shoreline
Embers and clay
Ases burnt gray
Keep your mouth shut
Enter the hut
Touching her skin
Bright love begins
Nothing is sin
The snake lives within
Home
The fare is one dollar a ritual
The fare is one dollar a ritual
Paid in advance
Paid in advance
4. Convert Into
5. Migrating
6. Avert Your Eyes
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