With Flowers in the Garden of Fires
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⏱️ 4:09 duration
🆔 ID: 11946457
📜 Lyrics
You look beautiful still in the cloths
You wear in the photograph
If you could see the missiles that count time
As I have seen them and ride them
["I am the hare with the eyes of coiled ropeDrawing the teeth of the lupine moon"]
The Hunter lounges beside her studded with petals
Magnifies the Valley
In the Garden of Fires
["Come with me and take my handAnd walk the Gospel Milewide Smile"]
The head of the face
Of the grave of heaven
The fear on the tiny smile of
SilverFlashState
The agnoised pain of collisions of Crescents
The apocalypse girl—Chiara in her hat—
Sits and talks to atoms and planets
That descend from the trees
Bending their knees
She calls my name knowing
She is famed for the flowers
That pour from her teeth
Sometimes before Aquarius
Gave birth to murders in armour
Oh yeah! camoflage!
Before the Stars of the Seas contacted me
When we were still [Æons]
Long, long times ago
Haunted I wound string
Haunting them
Pulled umbilical cords from lovers' dream
Made savage thread
Worshipped pricks or frocks or creatures
Called ["Oh Lord!"]
Or ["Death!"] or ["Party!"]
Look! The walker is on the grass
Ebony or words for forms
Let's piss peace on the shadows
The ["Oh Yeah! Oh Death!"] chorus
Rolls like sores over the wreckage
Of minor moons and white electrics
Lectures on despair
Points to the Queer Queen's toes
In silk or shit or space
You wear in the photograph
If you could see the missiles that count time
As I have seen them and ride them
["I am the hare with the eyes of coiled ropeDrawing the teeth of the lupine moon"]
The Hunter lounges beside her studded with petals
Magnifies the Valley
In the Garden of Fires
["Come with me and take my handAnd walk the Gospel Milewide Smile"]
The head of the face
Of the grave of heaven
The fear on the tiny smile of
SilverFlashState
The agnoised pain of collisions of Crescents
The apocalypse girl—Chiara in her hat—
Sits and talks to atoms and planets
That descend from the trees
Bending their knees
She calls my name knowing
She is famed for the flowers
That pour from her teeth
Sometimes before Aquarius
Gave birth to murders in armour
Oh yeah! camoflage!
Before the Stars of the Seas contacted me
When we were still [Æons]
Long, long times ago
Haunted I wound string
Haunting them
Pulled umbilical cords from lovers' dream
Made savage thread
Worshipped pricks or frocks or creatures
Called ["Oh Lord!"]
Or ["Death!"] or ["Party!"]
Look! The walker is on the grass
Ebony or words for forms
Let's piss peace on the shadows
The ["Oh Yeah! Oh Death!"] chorus
Rolls like sores over the wreckage
Of minor moons and white electrics
Lectures on despair
Points to the Queer Queen's toes
In silk or shit or space
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.31] You look beautiful still in the cloths
[00:12.74] You wear in the photograph
[00:17.26] If you could see the missiles that count time
[00:22.42] As I have seen them and ride them
[00:27.92] ["I am the hare with the eyes of coiled ropeDrawing the teeth of the lupine moon"]
[00:38.64] The Hunter lounges beside her studded with petals
[00:44.21] Magnifies the Valley
[00:46.37] In the Garden of Fires
[00:49.92] ["Come with me and take my handAnd walk the Gospel Milewide Smile"]
[01:00.53] The head of the face
[01:02.13] Of the grave of heaven
[01:06.38] The fear on the tiny smile of
[01:08.35] SilverFlashState
[01:11.79] The agnoised pain of collisions of Crescents
[01:17.14] The apocalypse girl—Chiara in her hat—
[01:22.89] Sits and talks to atoms and planets
[01:28.27] That descend from the trees
[01:37.28] Bending their knees
[01:37.78] She calls my name knowing
[01:39.20] She is famed for the flowers
[01:41.53] That pour from her teeth
[01:44.77] Sometimes before Aquarius
[01:49.86] Gave birth to murders in armour
[01:55.46] Oh yeah! camoflage!
[02:00.91] Before the Stars of the Seas contacted me
[02:06.44] When we were still [Æons]
[02:11.93] Long, long times ago
[02:17.47] Haunted I wound string
[02:23.01] Haunting them
[02:24.25] Pulled umbilical cords from lovers' dream
[02:30.48] Made savage thread
[02:34.63] Worshipped pricks or frocks or creatures
[02:39.20] Called ["Oh Lord!"]
[02:41.35] Or ["Death!"] or ["Party!"]
[02:45.06] Look! The walker is on the grass
[02:50.71] Ebony or words for forms
[02:56.08] Let's piss peace on the shadows
[03:01.37] The ["Oh Yeah! Oh Death!"] chorus
[03:07.09] Rolls like sores over the wreckage
[03:12.51] Of minor moons and white electrics
[03:19.40] Lectures on despair
[03:23.72] Points to the Queer Queen's toes
[03:30.09] In silk or shit or space
[03:52.36]
[00:12.74] You wear in the photograph
[00:17.26] If you could see the missiles that count time
[00:22.42] As I have seen them and ride them
[00:27.92] ["I am the hare with the eyes of coiled ropeDrawing the teeth of the lupine moon"]
[00:38.64] The Hunter lounges beside her studded with petals
[00:44.21] Magnifies the Valley
[00:46.37] In the Garden of Fires
[00:49.92] ["Come with me and take my handAnd walk the Gospel Milewide Smile"]
[01:00.53] The head of the face
[01:02.13] Of the grave of heaven
[01:06.38] The fear on the tiny smile of
[01:08.35] SilverFlashState
[01:11.79] The agnoised pain of collisions of Crescents
[01:17.14] The apocalypse girl—Chiara in her hat—
[01:22.89] Sits and talks to atoms and planets
[01:28.27] That descend from the trees
[01:37.28] Bending their knees
[01:37.78] She calls my name knowing
[01:39.20] She is famed for the flowers
[01:41.53] That pour from her teeth
[01:44.77] Sometimes before Aquarius
[01:49.86] Gave birth to murders in armour
[01:55.46] Oh yeah! camoflage!
[02:00.91] Before the Stars of the Seas contacted me
[02:06.44] When we were still [Æons]
[02:11.93] Long, long times ago
[02:17.47] Haunted I wound string
[02:23.01] Haunting them
[02:24.25] Pulled umbilical cords from lovers' dream
[02:30.48] Made savage thread
[02:34.63] Worshipped pricks or frocks or creatures
[02:39.20] Called ["Oh Lord!"]
[02:41.35] Or ["Death!"] or ["Party!"]
[02:45.06] Look! The walker is on the grass
[02:50.71] Ebony or words for forms
[02:56.08] Let's piss peace on the shadows
[03:01.37] The ["Oh Yeah! Oh Death!"] chorus
[03:07.09] Rolls like sores over the wreckage
[03:12.51] Of minor moons and white electrics
[03:19.40] Lectures on despair
[03:23.72] Points to the Queer Queen's toes
[03:30.09] In silk or shit or space
[03:52.36]