82.Creation
作詞：Williamson Robin D H
The messengers with sharpened heels
Flew backwards into whose galloping arms
And the impassioned Phoenix
Drawls a sad goodnight to fiction's tomb
Then come to me secretly
And with your silken feather
And with your silken feather
Open your rooms, open your rooms
Never, in fact, as he gazed amazed
At two lost eyebrows lisping into the unexpected
And the archetypal postman delivering your seed letters
Whose eyes are black eggs really
Upon a long shore, upon a long shore
Open your door, open your door
‽Ask anyoneâ€, he muttered, as he spat a small
Brilliant blue insect, whirring into the gauze
I would advise stilts for the quagmires
And camels for the snowy hills and any survivors
Their debts I will certainly pay
There's always a way, there's always a way
I smiled with that gallantly concealed forceful nervousness
That has proved that oysters cry
And that I have come to know and accept as myself
And plucking a barbed feather from the morose universe
I called him deathless, and he left before he could reply
Open your eyes, open your eyes
Our first father, Abraham, whose bosom
Was the unique soul of the humans
Was certainly as bewildered as we are
If not infinitely more so, and with an ancient
Ceremonial gesture of dismissal, he pointed forward
Verily, verily
Verily, verily
Verily, verily
Verily, verily
The first day was golden
And she colored the Sun
And she named it Hyperion
And she made it a day of light and healing
The second was silver
And she colored the Moon
And she named it Phoebe
And she made a day of enchantment and the living waters
And the third was many-colored
And she colored the Earth
And she made a day of joy
With the scarlet strength of seed
In the fourth black and white were mingled into quicksilver
And she colored Mercury
And she made a day of wisdom
And the signs that are placed in the firmament
The fifth was bright blue
And she envisaged Jupiter
And she made a day of awe and circles, circles
And she sent it to guide the blood of the universe
The sixth was burning with icy, green flames that glowed white
And of her beauty she made Venus
And she made a day of love
Whereby all beings are united
The seventh was rich purple of the mollusks
And she colored Chronos
And she made a day of idleness and repose
Whereon all beings cease from struggle
Verily, verily
Verily, verily
Verily, verily
Verily, verily
I am the pebble in your very own eye
I am the sword and your enemy dies
I am the storm and the hurricane wind
I am the thorn of an unkind friend
I am desire what color my eyes？
I am Loki, wizard of lies
Catch me, find me, see me if you can
I am the guilt of an honest man
I am the pebble in your very own eye
I am the sword and your enemy dies
I am the storm and the hurricane wind
I am the thorn of an unkind friend
I am desire what color my eyes？
I am Loki, wizard of lies
Catch me, find me, see me if you can
I am the guilt of an honest man
Then seven times we raised our arms
And with cat-stretch
Sent our foot spells
Yawning into the multitudes
In need we called upon the mother of all living
Three times for succor, but with ambitious spears
They made us change, they crouched behind
Their mirrors and fought on
I will not allow them praise
That broke the harmonious globe in splintered fragments
And yet, they moved perforce with a perfect pattern
And complemented harmony with discord, and light with darkness
It was then
That we stepped out of our world machine
Between the palm and the fingers
Peeling like gloves
And for each eye that shed one tear
We made of that tear an ocean
And in the five directions
We loosed our several craft
Wild sea, I say today
Please, be a sweet cow for me
Amethyst galleon, out on the rolling sea
Gentle as lightning, easily
Take me to the root of the world tree
Amethyst galleon, out on the rolling sea
Your face is consumed in a bruised sky's glance
By the brazen wall with your sword and lance
Where dappled maidens, endless danced
'Round the root of the world tree
Wild sea, I say today
Please, be a sweet cow for me
Amethyst galleon, out on the rolling sea
Wild sea, my love is salty for me
Every ripple in her body is a wave in me
Amethyst galleon, out on the rolling sea
Hold tight, sleep tight
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