A mi onironauta, rapa nostrarconen a vestra ed tosmenfrag led dosapa:
jueves, 19 de junio de 2008
The ANIMA song
Awake. Shake dreams from your hair my pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day the day's divinity First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon Couples naked race down by it's quiet side And we laugh like soft, mad children Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy The music and voices are all around us.
Choose they croon the Ancient Ones the time has come again choose now, they croon beneath the moon beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest Enter the hot dream Come with us everything is broken up and dances.
Indians scattered, On dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child’s, Fragile eggshell mind
We have assembled inside, This ancient and insane theater To propagate our lust for life, And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets.
The barns have stormed The windows kept, And only one of all the rest To dance and save us From the divine mockery of words, Music inflames temperament.
Ooh great creator of being Grant us one more hour, To perform our art And perfect our lives.
We need great golden copulations,
When the true kings murderers Are allowed to roam free, A thousand magicians arise in the land Where are the feast we are promised?