| Song | The Inmost Light Itself |
| Artist | Current 93 |
| Album | All The Pretty Little Horses (The Inmost Light) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tibet | |
| And when I saw the little children sing | |
| Their mouths were red and sad | |
| Their lipsticksealed smiles | |
| And in their minds they hold and hope some sign | |
| Some hope | |
| The gaudy sequinned dragging banner of the inmost light | |
| Around my eyes the sewers spew and laugh | |
| The fallen flower gazes at me reaped | |
| The crippled cuckoo falls brokenwing | |
| And turns around to me and brokenbeak grins | |
| From its head | |
| Thus so no fear thus so it has arrived | |
| The inmost light | |
| And if I turn my head for shame | |
| And see my lovers' rivers burst and folding there | |
| I'll cross my eyes and close my heart | |
| And whisper to her womb | |
| Greatbloodgreatsilencemymotherthemysteryofall | |
| Nothingmaygrasptheenoonemaygraspthee | |
| Letmeholdtheenowohcomeohcomeatlast | |
| The inmost light | |
| Oh God I trail my hands up to my eyes | |
| Up to my eyes up to my eyes up to my eyes | |
| And say if only then my light and if only if only if | |
| I had not despised | |
| The inmost light | |
| And so I kneel at bluegate blackmouthdeath | |
| And offer as my feeble explanation | |
| I thought so much was left and so much | |
| Time to praise and call the inmost light | |
| And I suppose full half and more of these are dreams | |
| Some broken code of morals rising after I had touched | |
| Her very pith and marrow oh her inmost light | |
| If I could scatter children | |
| If I could scatter children | |
| And while I gaze and count my coins | |
| After your godgoldglow they're dead | |
| The head is dead and lead | |
| I see and feel the hiding glow blaze behind you | |
| The inmost light | |
| And if your lips are taut | |
| Don't move your teeth to speak | |
| The lines will start to fall | |
| And pull the structure of your world | |
| Then all apart | |
| And thus you'll see you'll call the inmost night | |
| It wispered to me and laughed and said you | |
| Lied and shamed the inmost light | |
| And if you recall I bent yewlike and roared | |
| You did not see the cloudburst wind dead towards you | |
| Of the inmost light | |
| Our hands tumble towards the skies | |
| The block visions of the inmost light | |
| And if I pointless arch | |
| And spit white nothings at the sky | |
| Oh bigboys check it out too fucking late | |
| The children move through town | |
| And skip tornskirted and roll the hoop into the arms | |
| Of the inmost light | |
| Sheer char shrift and sharp | |
| Christ is risen you may creep to the cross too late | |
| But it's much too late to welcome the inmost light | |
| Branch sallow willow yew and tree | |
| Not so gay no more | |
| So falling faster and faster we fall | |
| Nearer cataclysm | |
| Or salvation | |
| Or nothing how terrible | |
| I we are snuffed out with just the momentary mark of smoke | |
| To array our passing | |
| So we stand milky in moonlight | |
| Is this all there is? | |
| Is this all there is? | |
| Is this all there is? | |
| Our eyes so fixed | |
| That the darkness surrounds us | |
| Unnoticed | |
| And we are drowned by the loss of light | |
| Unnoticed | |
| Is this all there is my friends? | |
| Is this all there is? | |
| Goodnight goodnight the inmost light | |
| Westron wynde when wyll thow blow? | |
| The smalle rayne downe can rayne can rayne | |
| Cryst yf my love were in my armys | |
| And I yn my bed a gayne | |
| Will you wait for me there by the dead clock? | |
| No more dying | |
| One red bird | |
| Will You meet me there? | |
| Before I sputter out? | |
| Dragonflies and mayflies | |
| Hovering candles | |
| As alabaster guardians for me | |
| If you open that door | |
| All hell floods out | |
| But quietly drably | |
| The colour of | |
| The smell of | |
| The texture of | |
| Dust |
| zuo ci : Tibet | |
| And when I saw the little children sing | |
| Their mouths were red and sad | |
| Their lipsticksealed smiles | |
| And in their minds they hold and hope some sign | |
| Some hope | |
| The gaudy sequinned dragging banner of the inmost light | |
| Around my eyes the sewers spew and laugh | |
| The fallen flower gazes at me reaped | |
| The crippled cuckoo falls brokenwing | |
| And turns around to me and brokenbeak grins | |
| From its head | |
| Thus so no fear thus so it has arrived | |
| The inmost light | |
| And if I turn my head for shame | |
| And see my lovers' rivers burst and folding there | |
| I' ll cross my eyes and close my heart | |
| And whisper to her womb | |
| Greatbloodgreatsilencemymotherthemysteryofall | |
| Nothingmaygrasptheenoonemaygraspthee | |
| Letmeholdtheenowohcomeohcomeatlast | |
| The inmost light | |
| Oh God I trail my hands up to my eyes | |
| Up to my eyes up to my eyes up to my eyes | |
| And say if only then my light and if only if only if | |
| I had not despised | |
| The inmost light | |
| And so I kneel at bluegate blackmouthdeath | |
| And offer as my feeble explanation | |
| I thought so much was left and so much | |
| Time to praise and call the inmost light | |
| And I suppose full half and more of these are dreams | |
| Some broken code of morals rising after I had touched | |
| Her very pith and marrow oh her inmost light | |
| If I could scatter children | |
| If I could scatter children | |
| And while I gaze and count my coins | |
| After your godgoldglow they' re dead | |
| The head is dead and lead | |
| I see and feel the hiding glow blaze behind you | |
| The inmost light | |
| And if your lips are taut | |
| Don' t move your teeth to speak | |
| The lines will start to fall | |
| And pull the structure of your world | |
| Then all apart | |
| And thus you' ll see you' ll call the inmost night | |
| It wispered to me and laughed and said you | |
| Lied and shamed the inmost light | |
| And if you recall I bent yewlike and roared | |
| You did not see the cloudburst wind dead towards you | |
| Of the inmost light | |
| Our hands tumble towards the skies | |
| The block visions of the inmost light | |
| And if I pointless arch | |
| And spit white nothings at the sky | |
| Oh bigboys check it out too fucking late | |
| The children move through town | |
| And skip tornskirted and roll the hoop into the arms | |
| Of the inmost light | |
| Sheer char shrift and sharp | |
| Christ is risen you may creep to the cross too late | |
| But it' s much too late to welcome the inmost light | |
| Branch sallow willow yew and tree | |
| Not so gay no more | |
| So falling faster and faster we fall | |
| Nearer cataclysm | |
| Or salvation | |
| Or nothing how terrible | |
| I we are snuffed out with just the momentary mark of smoke | |
| To array our passing | |
| So we stand milky in moonlight | |
| Is this all there is? | |
| Is this all there is? | |
| Is this all there is? | |
| Our eyes so fixed | |
| That the darkness surrounds us | |
| Unnoticed | |
| And we are drowned by the loss of light | |
| Unnoticed | |
| Is this all there is my friends? | |
| Is this all there is? | |
| Goodnight goodnight the inmost light | |
| Westron wynde when wyll thow blow? | |
| The smalle rayne downe can rayne can rayne | |
| Cryst yf my love were in my armys | |
| And I yn my bed a gayne | |
| Will you wait for me there by the dead clock? | |
| No more dying | |
| One red bird | |
| Will You meet me there? | |
| Before I sputter out? | |
| Dragonflies and mayflies | |
| Hovering candles | |
| As alabaster guardians for me | |
| If you open that door | |
| All hell floods out | |
| But quietly drably | |
| The colour of | |
| The smell of | |
| The texture of | |
| Dust |
| zuò cí : Tibet | |
| And when I saw the little children sing | |
| Their mouths were red and sad | |
| Their lipsticksealed smiles | |
| And in their minds they hold and hope some sign | |
| Some hope | |
| The gaudy sequinned dragging banner of the inmost light | |
| Around my eyes the sewers spew and laugh | |
| The fallen flower gazes at me reaped | |
| The crippled cuckoo falls brokenwing | |
| And turns around to me and brokenbeak grins | |
| From its head | |
| Thus so no fear thus so it has arrived | |
| The inmost light | |
| And if I turn my head for shame | |
| And see my lovers' rivers burst and folding there | |
| I' ll cross my eyes and close my heart | |
| And whisper to her womb | |
| Greatbloodgreatsilencemymotherthemysteryofall | |
| Nothingmaygrasptheenoonemaygraspthee | |
| Letmeholdtheenowohcomeohcomeatlast | |
| The inmost light | |
| Oh God I trail my hands up to my eyes | |
| Up to my eyes up to my eyes up to my eyes | |
| And say if only then my light and if only if only if | |
| I had not despised | |
| The inmost light | |
| And so I kneel at bluegate blackmouthdeath | |
| And offer as my feeble explanation | |
| I thought so much was left and so much | |
| Time to praise and call the inmost light | |
| And I suppose full half and more of these are dreams | |
| Some broken code of morals rising after I had touched | |
| Her very pith and marrow oh her inmost light | |
| If I could scatter children | |
| If I could scatter children | |
| And while I gaze and count my coins | |
| After your godgoldglow they' re dead | |
| The head is dead and lead | |
| I see and feel the hiding glow blaze behind you | |
| The inmost light | |
| And if your lips are taut | |
| Don' t move your teeth to speak | |
| The lines will start to fall | |
| And pull the structure of your world | |
| Then all apart | |
| And thus you' ll see you' ll call the inmost night | |
| It wispered to me and laughed and said you | |
| Lied and shamed the inmost light | |
| And if you recall I bent yewlike and roared | |
| You did not see the cloudburst wind dead towards you | |
| Of the inmost light | |
| Our hands tumble towards the skies | |
| The block visions of the inmost light | |
| And if I pointless arch | |
| And spit white nothings at the sky | |
| Oh bigboys check it out too fucking late | |
| The children move through town | |
| And skip tornskirted and roll the hoop into the arms | |
| Of the inmost light | |
| Sheer char shrift and sharp | |
| Christ is risen you may creep to the cross too late | |
| But it' s much too late to welcome the inmost light | |
| Branch sallow willow yew and tree | |
| Not so gay no more | |
| So falling faster and faster we fall | |
| Nearer cataclysm | |
| Or salvation | |
| Or nothing how terrible | |
| I we are snuffed out with just the momentary mark of smoke | |
| To array our passing | |
| So we stand milky in moonlight | |
| Is this all there is? | |
| Is this all there is? | |
| Is this all there is? | |
| Our eyes so fixed | |
| That the darkness surrounds us | |
| Unnoticed | |
| And we are drowned by the loss of light | |
| Unnoticed | |
| Is this all there is my friends? | |
| Is this all there is? | |
| Goodnight goodnight the inmost light | |
| Westron wynde when wyll thow blow? | |
| The smalle rayne downe can rayne can rayne | |
| Cryst yf my love were in my armys | |
| And I yn my bed a gayne | |
| Will you wait for me there by the dead clock? | |
| No more dying | |
| One red bird | |
| Will You meet me there? | |
| Before I sputter out? | |
| Dragonflies and mayflies | |
| Hovering candles | |
| As alabaster guardians for me | |
| If you open that door | |
| All hell floods out | |
| But quietly drably | |
| The colour of | |
| The smell of | |
| The texture of | |
| Dust |