I Dance Narcoleptic Lyrics
| Song | I Dance Narcoleptic |
| Artist | Current 93 |
| Album | Baalstorm, Sing Omega |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I dreamt I was as cool as flies | |
| A telephone ringing in the heart of the moon | |
| I dreamt I tasted a legion of faces | |
| Drank valleys dry | |
| Picked up strippers in Jericho | |
| "Dangerous!" cry the ends of the world | |
| "Storm alert!" over the horizon | |
| Heard of Madame Max? | |
| Heard of Madame Max? | |
| She hides her gargoyle eyes | |
| Reflects torture and | |
| landslides | |
| Her carrion gun is cocked | |
| And ready for flight | |
| When BaalStorm shudders | |
| When Christ returns | |
| Megaphone ponies | |
| Shall snuff out the dead | |
| Snowstorms | |
| bawl | |
| "BaalStorm" | |
| He had the face of flies | |
| Flying over Nilus | |
| The crocodile river | |
| He has the gown | |
| That covers the drains | |
| His was the breath that unlocked | |
| The Pentagon—Pentacle Apocryphal | |
| Over the Queen | |
| Of England's prostitute crown | |
| Winds | |
| soar, loose choirs | |
| And whoops for massacre | |
| "Choirs of peacocks sing | |
| Breathe stars and count the dark" | |
| Dreamt of mounting dogs | |
| Gave birth to jade films | |
| The | |
| BaalStorm | |
| breaks waking | |
| And the massacre answered | |
| "The Nile is refilled with blood" | |
| Mixes harps with gun turrets | |
| The cruel head—his cruel scope | |
| Delivering saintfire | |
| Held the skulls of dogs | |
| Or wolves to the | |
| storm | |
| The Phalanx over the Phoenix | |
| Wings beating as if | |
| The world was swallowing itself | |
| Bred by | |
| BaalStorm | |
| Crippled | |
| comets | |
| wake | |
| In blasted bedrock | |
| Grinning at last | |
| The solstice sinks sighing | |
| The wheat fails | |
| And what remained? | |
| A beating heart spinning | |
| In the jaws | |
| Slavering inbetween the teeth | |
| Of the | |
| storms | |
| BaalStorm | |
| Dust of days | |
| Brays rocks and tragedy | |
| First planned in empty time | |
| Before the Crown was | |
| On the King | |
| Before the finger | |
| In the Ring | |
| Sing Omega | |
| Before the stings arose | |
| And clambered in trees | |
| The mercy throne in the | |
| winds | |
| The poor dreamed | |
| earthquakes | |
| For breakfast boiled cities | |
| And laughed | |
| Sang Omega | |
| Held torches and beakers | |
| Annulled their watchtowers | |
| Revealed their broken faces | |
| Knelt sore to the | |
| SawStorm | |
| The biter of bodies | |
| The Kill King—the Proud Horn | |
| Builds ramparts of | |
| flame | |
| Well are you fucking | |
| saved | |
| ? | |
| Or just from above? | |
| Baptised with salt? | |
| Was God on your tongue | |
| Last twilight | |
| When the | |
| thunder | |
| hit | |
| And split your mind? | |
| Were you cheerfully spying for the guards | |
| Who tended your graves? | |
| Did you hinder Heaven? | |
| Around me now | |
| The olive trees sing | |
| And I dance narcoleptic | |
| In their brush fed the | |
| storm | |
| Sweet boy, sweet girl | |
| Sing Omega | |
| Covered with silence | |
| And covered with stars | |
| SING OMEGA! |
| I dreamt I was as cool as flies | |
| A telephone ringing in the heart of the moon | |
| I dreamt I tasted a legion of faces | |
| Drank valleys dry | |
| Picked up strippers in Jericho | |
| " Dangerous!" cry the ends of the world | |
| " Storm alert!" over the horizon | |
| Heard of Madame Max? | |
| Heard of Madame Max? | |
| She hides her gargoyle eyes | |
| Reflects torture and | |
| landslides | |
| Her carrion gun is cocked | |
| And ready for flight | |
| When BaalStorm shudders | |
| When Christ returns | |
| Megaphone ponies | |
| Shall snuff out the dead | |
| Snowstorms | |
| bawl | |
| " BaalStorm" | |
| He had the face of flies | |
| Flying over Nilus | |
| The crocodile river | |
| He has the gown | |
| That covers the drains | |
| His was the breath that unlocked | |
| The Pentagon Pentacle Apocryphal | |
| Over the Queen | |
| Of England' s prostitute crown | |
| Winds | |
| soar, loose choirs | |
| And whoops for massacre | |
| " Choirs of peacocks sing | |
| Breathe stars and count the dark" | |
| Dreamt of mounting dogs | |
| Gave birth to jade films | |
| The | |
| BaalStorm | |
| breaks waking | |
| And the massacre answered | |
| " The Nile is refilled with blood" | |
| Mixes harps with gun turrets | |
| The cruel head his cruel scope | |
| Delivering saintfire | |
| Held the skulls of dogs | |
| Or wolves to the | |
| storm | |
| The Phalanx over the Phoenix | |
| Wings beating as if | |
| The world was swallowing itself | |
| Bred by | |
| BaalStorm | |
| Crippled | |
| comets | |
| wake | |
| In blasted bedrock | |
| Grinning at last | |
| The solstice sinks sighing | |
| The wheat fails | |
| And what remained? | |
| A beating heart spinning | |
| In the jaws | |
| Slavering inbetween the teeth | |
| Of the | |
| storms | |
| BaalStorm | |
| Dust of days | |
| Brays rocks and tragedy | |
| First planned in empty time | |
| Before the Crown was | |
| On the King | |
| Before the finger | |
| In the Ring | |
| Sing Omega | |
| Before the stings arose | |
| And clambered in trees | |
| The mercy throne in the | |
| winds | |
| The poor dreamed | |
| earthquakes | |
| For breakfast boiled cities | |
| And laughed | |
| Sang Omega | |
| Held torches and beakers | |
| Annulled their watchtowers | |
| Revealed their broken faces | |
| Knelt sore to the | |
| SawStorm | |
| The biter of bodies | |
| The Kill King the Proud Horn | |
| Builds ramparts of | |
| flame | |
| Well are you fucking | |
| saved | |
| ? | |
| Or just from above? | |
| Baptised with salt? | |
| Was God on your tongue | |
| Last twilight | |
| When the | |
| thunder | |
| hit | |
| And split your mind? | |
| Were you cheerfully spying for the guards | |
| Who tended your graves? | |
| Did you hinder Heaven? | |
| Around me now | |
| The olive trees sing | |
| And I dance narcoleptic | |
| In their brush fed the | |
| storm | |
| Sweet boy, sweet girl | |
| Sing Omega | |
| Covered with silence | |
| And covered with stars | |
| SING OMEGA! |
| I dreamt I was as cool as flies | |
| A telephone ringing in the heart of the moon | |
| I dreamt I tasted a legion of faces | |
| Drank valleys dry | |
| Picked up strippers in Jericho | |
| " Dangerous!" cry the ends of the world | |
| " Storm alert!" over the horizon | |
| Heard of Madame Max? | |
| Heard of Madame Max? | |
| She hides her gargoyle eyes | |
| Reflects torture and | |
| landslides | |
| Her carrion gun is cocked | |
| And ready for flight | |
| When BaalStorm shudders | |
| When Christ returns | |
| Megaphone ponies | |
| Shall snuff out the dead | |
| Snowstorms | |
| bawl | |
| " BaalStorm" | |
| He had the face of flies | |
| Flying over Nilus | |
| The crocodile river | |
| He has the gown | |
| That covers the drains | |
| His was the breath that unlocked | |
| The Pentagon Pentacle Apocryphal | |
| Over the Queen | |
| Of England' s prostitute crown | |
| Winds | |
| soar, loose choirs | |
| And whoops for massacre | |
| " Choirs of peacocks sing | |
| Breathe stars and count the dark" | |
| Dreamt of mounting dogs | |
| Gave birth to jade films | |
| The | |
| BaalStorm | |
| breaks waking | |
| And the massacre answered | |
| " The Nile is refilled with blood" | |
| Mixes harps with gun turrets | |
| The cruel head his cruel scope | |
| Delivering saintfire | |
| Held the skulls of dogs | |
| Or wolves to the | |
| storm | |
| The Phalanx over the Phoenix | |
| Wings beating as if | |
| The world was swallowing itself | |
| Bred by | |
| BaalStorm | |
| Crippled | |
| comets | |
| wake | |
| In blasted bedrock | |
| Grinning at last | |
| The solstice sinks sighing | |
| The wheat fails | |
| And what remained? | |
| A beating heart spinning | |
| In the jaws | |
| Slavering inbetween the teeth | |
| Of the | |
| storms | |
| BaalStorm | |
| Dust of days | |
| Brays rocks and tragedy | |
| First planned in empty time | |
| Before the Crown was | |
| On the King | |
| Before the finger | |
| In the Ring | |
| Sing Omega | |
| Before the stings arose | |
| And clambered in trees | |
| The mercy throne in the | |
| winds | |
| The poor dreamed | |
| earthquakes | |
| For breakfast boiled cities | |
| And laughed | |
| Sang Omega | |
| Held torches and beakers | |
| Annulled their watchtowers | |
| Revealed their broken faces | |
| Knelt sore to the | |
| SawStorm | |
| The biter of bodies | |
| The Kill King the Proud Horn | |
| Builds ramparts of | |
| flame | |
| Well are you fucking | |
| saved | |
| ? | |
| Or just from above? | |
| Baptised with salt? | |
| Was God on your tongue | |
| Last twilight | |
| When the | |
| thunder | |
| hit | |
| And split your mind? | |
| Were you cheerfully spying for the guards | |
| Who tended your graves? | |
| Did you hinder Heaven? | |
| Around me now | |
| The olive trees sing | |
| And I dance narcoleptic | |
| In their brush fed the | |
| storm | |
| Sweet boy, sweet girl | |
| Sing Omega | |
| Covered with silence | |
| And covered with stars | |
| SING OMEGA! |
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