Rapt: In The Evening Air
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We had, uh, great lunch today with the rock band KISS
Both KISS and Art of Noise have been invited, maybe that, uh
They're gonna base some World Wrestling Federation characters on
Members of each of our bands, and we
Were just swapping some ideas there
And KISS, KISS, I'll tell you something
About KISS, they gave us some great advice
They told us that whenever you play one of your greatest
Hits, that you should follow it up with a section devoted
To the 19th century French poet, Charles Baudelaire
And we've spent all afternoon knocking it up with the help of KISS
Ladies and gentlemen, Art of Noise, and the section
Devoted to the 19th century poet, Charles Baudelaire
Now comes the time when, vibrating on its
Stem, each flower exhales like a censer
The violin throbs like an afflicted heart
A tender heart which hates the huge black void
The sky is as sad and beautiful as whatever
You think it's as sad and beautiful as
So it's a tragedy
When the feeling's gone and you can't go on, it's just a tragedy
Now comes the time when, vibrating on its
Stem, each flower exhales like a censer
The violin throbs like an afflicted heart
A tender heart which hates the huge black void
The huge black void
The sky is as sad and beautiful as anything
You want to imagine is sad and beautiful
Metaphor in pop
Why?
For goodness' sake, it's either us or Moby
Who else?
You must always be intoxicated
It is the key to all
The one question, in order not to feel the horrible
Burden of time breaking your back and bending you
Toward the earth, you must become drunk without truth
But on what?
On wine, poetry, or virtue, as you wish, but you must get drunk
At different times on the steps of a palace, on the green
Grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room you
Awaken, and your intoxication is already diminished or gone
Ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock
Everything that rolls, that speaks, that
Groans, that flees, that sings, that speaks
Ask what time it is, and the wind, the wave
The star, the bird, the clock will answer you
It is time to get intoxicated
In order not to be slaves martyred by time, always become
Intoxicated, on wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you will
Aerodynamic in the evening air
Aerodynamic in the evening air
Aerodynamic in the evening air
Aerodynamic in the evening air
Aerodynamic in the evening air
Aerodynamic in the evening air
Aerodynamic in the evening air
Aerodynamic in the evening air
Now I'm not forcing you to get drunk
I'm not gonna tie you down with a Blair witch poet
Saying, "You have to get drunk or you die!" I'm
Saying it might be quite a good idea if you get drunk
Why not get drunk?
Why not get drunk tonight?
Something about the evening air
The summer time circle
Sounds elevate me
Here, I wanna rhyme, I wanna rhyme, I wanna rhyme, I wanna rhyme
My leading time suspended
Gravity's laws amend
The force through the world ain't spinning no more
So at last something you would compare to Baudelaire
Both KISS and Art of Noise have been invited, maybe that, uh
They're gonna base some World Wrestling Federation characters on
Members of each of our bands, and we
Were just swapping some ideas there
And KISS, KISS, I'll tell you something
About KISS, they gave us some great advice
They told us that whenever you play one of your greatest
Hits, that you should follow it up with a section devoted
To the 19th century French poet, Charles Baudelaire
And we've spent all afternoon knocking it up with the help of KISS
Ladies and gentlemen, Art of Noise, and the section
Devoted to the 19th century poet, Charles Baudelaire
Now comes the time when, vibrating on its
Stem, each flower exhales like a censer
The violin throbs like an afflicted heart
A tender heart which hates the huge black void
The sky is as sad and beautiful as whatever
You think it's as sad and beautiful as
So it's a tragedy
When the feeling's gone and you can't go on, it's just a tragedy
Now comes the time when, vibrating on its
Stem, each flower exhales like a censer
The violin throbs like an afflicted heart
A tender heart which hates the huge black void
The huge black void
The sky is as sad and beautiful as anything
You want to imagine is sad and beautiful
Metaphor in pop
Why?
For goodness' sake, it's either us or Moby
Who else?
You must always be intoxicated
It is the key to all
The one question, in order not to feel the horrible
Burden of time breaking your back and bending you
Toward the earth, you must become drunk without truth
But on what?
On wine, poetry, or virtue, as you wish, but you must get drunk
At different times on the steps of a palace, on the green
Grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room you
Awaken, and your intoxication is already diminished or gone
Ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock
Everything that rolls, that speaks, that
Groans, that flees, that sings, that speaks
Ask what time it is, and the wind, the wave
The star, the bird, the clock will answer you
It is time to get intoxicated
In order not to be slaves martyred by time, always become
Intoxicated, on wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you will
Aerodynamic in the evening air
Aerodynamic in the evening air
Aerodynamic in the evening air
Aerodynamic in the evening air
Aerodynamic in the evening air
Aerodynamic in the evening air
Aerodynamic in the evening air
Aerodynamic in the evening air
Now I'm not forcing you to get drunk
I'm not gonna tie you down with a Blair witch poet
Saying, "You have to get drunk or you die!" I'm
Saying it might be quite a good idea if you get drunk
Why not get drunk?
Why not get drunk tonight?
Something about the evening air
The summer time circle
Sounds elevate me
Here, I wanna rhyme, I wanna rhyme, I wanna rhyme, I wanna rhyme
My leading time suspended
Gravity's laws amend
The force through the world ain't spinning no more
So at last something you would compare to Baudelaire