sono lui poiche siete me e siamo insieme tutti
the truth had come early for mr curtis jericho
earlier than the earliest worm he thought liquidly
nobody really knows who theyre fucking with
nobody really knows how far to the next knight
yeah i should have dotted my queues and crossed my eyes
i should have read the fine prince i should have listened to my fingers
idiots and philistines and oafs and buffoons
these are a few of my favourite nongs
you are what you eat
you eat dead meat
what are you?
harpies and hags and bimbos and bags so what?
my bass guitar doesnt weep it fucking sobs
my beard rocks more than all the hair in metaldom
my calves feed in the holy valley on the freshest sweetest honeys
my songs sung in the olden times by loki and by set
my words found in the ether that some alien forget
my sorrow that i cant explain but neither do regret
my arcane discoveries linking strangest points
my preposterous prophecies which all none true
i have studied things in more detail but always on a blurry slant
thats what wrong said curtis jericho in the middle of his rant
the women in my universe do not listen to the men
the men look at the women and they see a hen
they tried to change old jericho they tried to blow me down
a moon bitch with her stud dog in the boxers dressing gown
that girl in wales who married me in swansea in a trance
she vanished in a slight pause in the swooning wedding dance
the virgin slut of winter who fell right through the ice
she said the cold was rather soothing and it felt quite nice
that stupid one who fell apart by being so together
smoking whitest widow and sometime purple heather
i’d turned back into me again and said goodbye for ever
curtis my boy i said to myself
you look pale around the gills
your fins are bent and steer you wrong
here take your moody pills
a whole episode of your life goes by
a whole new chapter for a book you can never hack out
my story can never be told in words
i tell it in the songs that i sing
no jericho says a voice in a room
a room in a skull in a tomb in a rack
i ran all the way says a voice made of dust
heaven is full and theyre sending em back
no..!
go jericho says a voice in the east
the east of the sun and a beast in the sack
here is your candy here is your wine
here is three points but only one line
the devil of good
the evil divine
i tempt you with crime then i give you the fine
i dont dream of a world where everythings right
i dream of a world full of lust every night
i dream of a world full of women and drugs
absent of days absent of thugs
absent of anything but pleasure in flesh
god i the spark that slips through the mesh
god i the wilderness as david doth kneel
god i the presence of clandestine feel
inside every moment inside every seed
inside every fix inside every feed
a superior lake madder than a hatter
my intelligence out there and picking up chatter
matter is blind my mind isnt matter
but mind over matter well that is a mother
the mother is farther away to the child
in sparta they left me to die in the wild
in athens i looked like a prick in my armour
in venus wings they say i’d be quite the bird charmer
in atlantis my chambers my harem my beauties
what a shame to go down with all of them cuties
in fucking lemuria on my conjugal pontoon
that stretched out my pleasure through warm afternoon
as lovely sea creatures swam the lagoon
but holidays end and life is too soon
back to some january back to some june
back to some may may make you immune
yes said a scientist interpreting runes
the vikings were covering one of your tunes
thats impossible curtis said
how could that be?
i dont let the people sing them for free
you already been paid ! said the ham in the rolls
we collected your royalties from the mongols and poles
your czechs in the mail their kings of yore wore
a hole full of water…? well……youre a bore
and frankly dear jericho love is a whore
a crooked old hooker a right hook to the jaw
i could go on all night if perchance you dream more
no shut up i said ‘fore i saw through the floor
the accomplice is willing to tell what she saw
that night under paris on top of a moor
they took away everything and gave you what for
and just like this planet with its hot moulting core
and just like reality i open a door
i go into a darkness the dead dread in awe
an orwellian vortex a kafkaesque purge
i exist in a place where love and hate merge
on your hardest shoulder
on your softest verge
with every whisper of eternity deleted
and every threat and all vows completed
with horses snorting and riders unseated
the lion fucking roared and the fucking lamb bleated
your flame is all frozen your arctic too heated
i hope i am there when your punishments meted
out in the deserts and voids you have fated
and all of the waiting and all of the waited
waiter he said my bread has been baited
just listen he said…so we all concentrated
but all that i heard was my birds sleeping breath
the seconds all ticking a way to my death
christ on the right side
satan the left
her asteroid moons and her treble cleft
her seasons of famine that left her bereft
her reasons for things i could never detect
and so curtis said what will be just will be
and
i’m outta here
just dont trust kilbey
the end
