Lyrics 歌詞
Here are the lyrics for Bang of Sun songs, listed in alphabetical order:
old Baltic blood
of trees centuries’ve hardened
into this amber string
fer when you begin teething
& Rumi says
love is an astrolabe but
I’m sure you’ll need yer amber string
when your heart starts teething
now, mind what money can do
just ask a loan shark or two
what a parent’ll do
just to put their children through school
take a squizz at Salome’s ma
asking for the head of John the
Baptist on a silver platter
drizzled with his grisly blood
his blood
fortunes’ll fluctuate
& power’s a big headache
but working hard is better than
hardly working at all
don’t be dazzled by
the kind that’ll tantalize ya
with her peacock skirts & demands
a ring of diamond bigger’n her ego is
as fer bequests, I’ve two
a couple of wings & these firm family roots
show’m all what you can do
& I’ll say “that’s my boy!” with unbridled joy
now, I’ve never been one fer math
but, like a hologram, I can see that
should you divide a parent’s love
it will still retain its whole
it’s whole
the morning hurls thunderbolts…
they javelin my mind…
what have I done, I wonder…?
why’re you invariably so kind to me…?
I’m the guy who’s made of words…
yes, I infer all…
my letters are rivaled…
only by all…
of the stiff ideas that I inter…
in the soil…
we prefer to ignore…
what we cannot absorb…
so I won’t pick a war…
over what we’ve both…
previously destroyed…
but why do you always tend to…
lend your support to me…?
minefield anxieties…
and I panic here…
and I’m manic there…
well, I have…
never known the likes…
of who and what you are…
you just handover the prize…
without any disguise…
without any mind games…
without any angles…
without any tangles…
I know you’re not made of glass…
or otherwise…
collaterally somehow fragile…
but sometimes…
tears bead in the corners…
of your gorgeous eyes…
when wisdom is critical…
or a sum of all fears…
we round down what’s now obsolete…
is that why generosity
seems to’ve gone…
the way of the moa…?
but then again…,
there’s where you soar…
the exception that seems to prove…
what I sure hope is not now the rule…
oh, people can be so…
unbelievably cruel…
yes, on a rare day…, even…
a shoulder angel like you…
but when tanks glide over you…
you don’t bat an eye, although…
you don’t turn a blind eye…
you seem…
to have an infinite reservoir…
of patience and / or…
virtues I’d die to strive for…
you’re not flawless…
but it seems to me…
you’re perfect for me…
& we’ve rewritten our sad histories…
hand in hand throughout…
life’s mysteries…
siphoning…
what I’ve been deciphering…from…
the gingko trees…
when autumn don’t need their leaves…
but I need you …
like I need air and food …
the sheeted dead…
that babble and screech in the moon-soaked streets…
are you numbered with those sad souls now?
xerox the butterfly…
it’s better to… put a match to a lantern…
than to curse at the gloom surrounding you…
burst out through blue curtains of fire…
air air air
come up for
air air air
you hear my pleas?
surface for
air air air
emerge for
air air air
why won’t you breathe?
you can take some from me
Squizzy wrote:
“while you live, live in clover…
coz when you’re dead, you’re dead all over…”
brandish your ordnance
elbow in, face the bash,
infiltrate, crash the gates,
never labour the blatant obvious
don’t wait for your own corpse to float ya
air air air
come up for
air air air
you hear my pleas?
surface for
air air air
emerge for
air air air
why won’t you breathe?
you can take some from me
but save some for me
the rainbows
that stroked no pots of gold
the jotted-down
bollocks of being
upside-down
down under
where his mind was mashed
thru a sieve of pot
& noodled out
like grey spaghetti
he’s gonna lose us
like grey spaghetti
he’s gonna lose us
like grey spaghetti
he’s gonna lose us
where his mind was mashed
he’s gonna lose us
thru a sieve of pot
us
he’s gonna lose us
off the platform
does he even stop to think
its just bad form
the loved ones
they cry to their graves now big Buddha
knows they don’t need the abuse
now it’s upside-down
down under
where his mind was mashed
upside-down
and mashed
where his mind was mashed
where his mind was mashed
at the JR
where his mind was mashed
at the JR
where his mind was mashed
at the JR
and they walked on
KING KAPUT – King Kaput demo Sep 2010
let’s make her eat cake
go whet the guillotine
rife opinion’s inclined to be mistaken
love’s a two-faced match
and to catch the snatch
some’ve been known to cheat
see, I’ve gotten too sour
spliced the plebs in a flour war
cyclonic moods swing me jackets that pin my arms
& crown me as powerful
as King Canute commanding the waves to stay put
King Kaput commanding the waves to stay put
your arrogance demanding your pride to take root
but if pride begets a fall then you’re gonna find
that you’ve fallen flat on your arse
I’ve gotten too sour
so I’ve left it all to you
but I know you’re gonna fuck it up by doing it
in a way you know how
you know how
in a way you want to
you want to (coz I won’t be there to see you)
in a way you know how
you know how
in a way you want to
coz I won’t be there to see you
I won’t be there to see you
I won’t be there to see you
your moods
fuck with my moods
so I won’t be there to see you
mate, wake up
you’re tethered to the drink
whether or not you think me wrong
you’re not 19
you’ve conquered so many nights
you’d think you know what the end of one looks like:
it’s like, “Oh, man, my mangled head…. oh…”
I say “denial”, but you picture a river
instead of your stricken liver
& the murder you’re doing it
refusing to peer into the mirror
you’re enervating all of your good looks
& your mates are all on tenterhooks
this isn’t a trial
but your denial’s
enabling the stumbling block
that you’ve tried to hide
inside your chest
the awkward truth:
that all of us in this room
can see your Ghost of Christmas-Yet-To-Come
routine is the enemy
of jaw-dropping genius inspiration
& obligation only carries you
so far across the threshold rivers
you’ve gotta have a coin or two inside your mouth
say “Ahh!” so Charon can pluck one out!
psst! – do you see what that implies?
a loophole in the fine print
a gondola of grim fandango
by the bones of old San Marco
that separate second coin
should bribe your sorry arse back home
seems like you’re embalming your own body
I doubt they’ll put your viscera in four canopic jars
you grunge pharaoh, will you ever know
the gold that flows from your echoes?
reckless is as reckless does
you got your totenpass?
cast off your corroded crown
bask in the sun again
kaput’s a state that can be reversed
without bureaucracy
or mark your ghost of Christmas Yet-to-Come!
mate, wake up
love, hate & disinterest
one of the three you display best
care, defy or ignore
there’s only one right answer
in this test
& you’re talking it up
like you think you know best
the invisible thread’s kept you
hanging on
kept you alive, made you seem
so strong
but it was love, not hate
it was love, not hate
it was love itself & it gave you life
now, you’ve turned your back
disinterest is rife
it was love, not hate & it gave you life
now, you’ve turned your back
disinterest is rife
turned your back…
from love, hate & disinterest
ignorance is your family crest
passed down from the time
you didn’t invest
& you’re talking it up
like you think you know best
the invisible thread’s kept you
hanging on
kept you alive, made you seem
so strong
but it was love, not hate
it was love, not hate
it was love itself & it gave you life
now, you’ve turned your back
disinterest is rife
it was love, not hate & it gave you life
now, you’ve turned your back
disinterest is rife
turned your back…
turned your back…
Silver Crows & Ukiyo-e 2010-04-25
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Mercury… what’s that that you’ve brought here for me?
why do you seem to suddenly now irrevocably favour me?
are you tailing me… to the frayed ends of the earth…?
like the black mastiff that I’ve found baying at my every door….
you’re a god of borders… delay their last order…
let me open my eyes again…
you’re a god of borders… delay their last order…
let me open my eyes again…
but yer crows cyclone around me…
they pin-wheel around me…
Mercury… how long have they given me to live?
coz time’s a sieve, yeah, and I’m not ready to leave – I just GOT HERE!!!!
where are you leading me?
to that abscess in the earth… or purgatory….?
I can’t believe… Death’s undone so many…
you’re a god of borders… delay their last order…
give me a few more years…
you’re a god of borders… delay their last order…
give me a few more years…
but yer crows cyclone around me…
they pin-wheel around me…
they hammer their beaks in me…
hell, I’m on my way…
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the jeweled full moon…
gilds the tiara of the skyline tonight…
like a huge pearl…
while gossamer snow falls…
to drape us all in long kimono of white…
livin’ only for the moment…
so give your full attention to…
the profound pleasures surrounding you…
like those petals of white…
those delicate pinks…
those hues that conspire to flabbergast your thinking…
so too… those maple leaves like fire…
carouse in song and in wine…
divert yourself to the most sublime…
feeling of floating… floating…
refuse to be demoralized in life…
so give your full attention to…
the profound pleasures surrounding you…
like a gourd following the river’s current…
this is what we call the Floating World…
we’re floating in… world…. we’re floating in…
UKIYO-E!!!
Ivan Bilibin, yeah
Ivan Bilibin, yeah
Ivan Bilibin, yeah
Ivan Bilibin, yeah
pastels & lithographs of vivid hues
bear-trap my eyes
fantastic firebirds & Koschei
(who can never die)
it swirls to me
from halfway round the world to me
lai lai lai
from halfway round the world to me
of all those words you wrote
none opened like that open letter O
all those dreams you wore
your prospecting could’ve turned out better
it swirls to me
from halfway round the world to me
lai lai lai
from halfway round the world to me
don’t walk away
I won’t walk away
firebirds on epitaphs
those vivid hues that you imbued
I mine my childhood
for veins of gold that you upholded
& they stare at me
from wherever you are in my heart
they stare at me
from wherever you are in my heart
lai lai lai lai lai lai lai lai
lai lai lai lai lai lai lai lai
Ivan Bilibin
Ivan Bilibin
his bloodfortunes’ll fluctuate
& power’s a big headache
but working hard is better than
hardly working at alldon’t be dazzled by
the kind that’ll tantalize ya
with her peacock skirts & demands
a ring of diamond bigger’n her ego isas fer bequests, I’ve two
a couple of wings & these firm family roots
show’m all what you can do
& I’ll say “that’s my boy!” with unbridled joynow, I’ve never been one fer math
but, like a hologram, I can see that
should you divide a parent’s love
it will still retain its wholeit’s wh
