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| Thunder Perfect Mind (1992) "..пожалуй, самый знаменитый альбом Current 93 - пропитанный кабаллистической магией и оккультными тибетскими учениями.."© | |
| # 1 | A Beginning |
| # 2 | The Descent Of Long Satan And Babylon Long Satan and Babylon are walking |
| # 3 | A Sadness Song when we touch the world |
| # 4 | A Song For Douglas After He's Dead He crouches on the floor There's a mask on the wall And he leafs through the pages of a book But wait as he may in the shadow of other leaves His heart in embraces to times long since scorched The horizon folds over with a purple sunrise And the wind carries smoke from a world that is burning The smoke locks in his hair and he's covered with patterns And the descent of his life-trees on his camouflaged soul With a winter of memories carved powder-bone white Beyond his skull's form a scorpion lies In the crunch of the snow as his darkness increases A twilight of ice encircles his teeth There's a swastika carved In the palm of his hand There's a crooked cross That is caught in his mind There waits a falling sun in his eyes There's the honour of violence on his lips His father waits for him near the Towers of Silence Where they worship the fires so long quenched Under two willow trees with elhaz inverted The force of life snapped - There father and son Shall mingle in dust As if life itself Has been mostly illusion but partially real And partially pain And over some wall If you look through the rubble Amongst ruins of churches where life conquers death Though empires cannot last Where blood and soil's concepts Have faltered and failed A cloud still sows teeth As the world disappears... This is a song for Douglas After he's dead This is a song for my Douglas His Mercury dances |
| # 5 | In The Heart Of The Wood And What I Found There in the heart of the wood in the closed forest christ appeared to me in several forms one two three four swastika i'm told on the cliffs of mother i walked with mary behind the eyes of his innocence or guile the young old man talks of the brittle walls that held his son pinionned pinionned pinionned mary walks on the cliffs but not on waters then christ appeared as wind mary runs down from the highwalls christ appears as flowers down longpath she walks christ appears as the rubble that holds the stones that holds the paths that holds the feet to the bones of the earth oh if she waits if she waits if she waits if she waits if she waits christ manifests slowly as the dust on her eyes before she falls again into fields of sleep i would like this anger to dissolve and i wait for another revolution or revelation it doesn't too much matter when i see blood in wheals all shall be well she said but not to me not to me the skeleton of the universe barbed wire of blues and stars remains unmoved when the mother ocean covers me i rush to drown with her breakers all shall be well she said she said all shall be well but not for me but not for me |
| # 6 | Mary Waits In Silence I shall return no more The sea covers me To pick gold from the skies I shall wait beneath the spaces I shall return no more Imperium et nihil The silence has folded Inside and out And Mary waits in silence Imperium nihil est In the gap between His thought and his word Something is finished And something is born In the place where words cease In the moment when Actions no longer matter Oh the sky may darken The curtain tear She shall wait Silver dust falls from her hair Waits a span or a time Sketches of her life swirl Around her silence silent The sounds of her silence The forms that they take They cover me still My fingers twist in pain Words are finished And I come swiftly And with a vengeance And Mary waits in silence |
| # 7 | A Silence Song so much silence stretching above me around me too has it deafened you has it closed my ears has the silence itself brought about this rapture between silence and sound between the cry and the cull if man raises one voice i'll raise two then one for loss one for losing one for death and one for birth he may hang bloodytorn on this tree of moss though my grimace will cut my grin i'll rise triumphant i'll rise triumphing you won't catch me i fly unseen through the wind of the worlds missiles cut space spearing the starlight masking the moon wide of the march give me two reasons to stay here lostlight lostlove smudge the tracks and smother the traces of the fires of your fear near the under the beside the beyond the flowers then further still the children lie in silent space the wind shivers through their cornburnt hair silence immaculate if they move from silence to sound will the world shudder will my heart stop in a cave in a maze spring slides through my sadness and my winter the stars have frozen into space the stars have molten into space the children wait flowers around burnish their hair with brazen gold and heartred rose if i move then i shall stop how have the sightless fallen i shall take a knife to your heart i'll take a knife to your heart i'll, i'll take a knife to your, to your heart and london bridge no long longer remains christ's face refracted through the sky then breaks up into different shapes |
| # 8 | A Lament For My Suzanne There's the odour of incense And I double in pain And I flick through the past As arrayed in my mind On a bed in a room That's locked on some hill I'm gripping her hand As she cries to the wall The years stumble away And the pain dissipates Suzanne's clad in blues With a mark in her hand The lines round her lips Are now scars in my mind Down at the quayside Through the sun's rising mists Suzanne drags me down "All this world's in your mind..." Can salvation emerge From the heart of this dream? Where the horses run formless The sky cancels its stars Then the fumes of the incense Rise across the walls And she watches me sideways Like the world is on fire Between the beat of her heart And her gesture of fingers The twist of her hand As it beckons through me She smiles through my pain And my loss yet to come I wait on the platform For our lives to restart And I wanted to tell her How all my hearts felt But my words barb inside me And my lips cannot part From the twisting of smokes As we sit in her room To the sorrow I feel As I fall out of dreams Inexplicable sadness This gash that I feel Devoid of her moon And ripped of my suns (If I knew at that joining...) (If I knew at that parting...) (If I knew at that moment...) (If I knew at that second...) The candlewax melts And the water stops shining That which is started Is so easily falling From cathedrals of sand That the ocean laps away And sometimes I wake empty And she floats through my symbols And I move as to hold her And... Lament for my Suzanne I wait for you still |
| # 9 | Riverdeadbank Like dust I'm lost in the world I thought that I had A particular place Between the earths Between the scarred sky I feel the crunch of dirt I smell the scent of flowers My aimless feet To be in the world And not a part of it That's the aim of the pain I'm sorry that there seems No happiness in life I'm sorry that there seems No one Passing streams Dying dreams There seems to be no joy You cannot see the ships sailing You cannot see the sails sailing Amassing as Christ on the horizon Outstretched Outstretched... |
| # 10 | All The Stars Are Dead Now bloody smoke foggy smoke beginnings and endings there's a heart of the world in the bowed bony Burren there's a triphole to her heart in soaring Sn?fellsness and the crack of the world the moist ruddy lips of her the slit of the mother fallen sliced from the stars by the slicing discus at Kamarupa Kamarupa Kamarupa from her mouth at the end of the worlds from her mouth at the end of the times the shapes that form the ends of the breaths that cover the clouds of the green world's last dancings flicker forth like springheeled jackals all laughing and bloody and wrathful and peaceful and shinging and pallid and burning and liquid and sadness and joy (Mansour is smiling teethly at the stars John sits on the stairs with me - his eyes are shining mother - come to me) little lovely licking tongues of fire smiling and slyly emerge from the stones the air is now very very viscous in the distance sunday children play pipes the air is now very violent birds do not fill the air laughing does not fill the air no bodies fill the air but the sun filters slowly through the air as if it has turned to sticky sweet mud all flowers die except for some few a chain of burning bloody flowers follow my eyes crying tears (Lilith is smiling at the corpse of a cow and in that corpsey cow the corpse of another and so on and so on and perhaps forever if times were not folding and falling over each other and so on and so on and so on and certainly endless) mene mene tekel upharsin we have been weighed and lost we have been weighed and lost (i slept i dreamt i dreamed a dream: london bright fires smiling and burning light roads road through the starlacked night many dark suns are falling falling down london bridge is destroyed) in my mind pigs and rubble gnaw in the dark heights and hearts of Albion shudderings in the heart cruelty in the heart and this is over all over now in Kamarupa my eyes my mind spinning spinning back and forth eyes in london mind in a hole they run out fleeing from what they come out running running great Babylon has fallen fallen fallen Jerusalem has fallen fallen fallen the great great beast is dead dead dead dead Simon Simon is dead dead dead dead and some other bleeding children are smiling they're dead in the rubble they're dead dead dead dead and Mercury rises and Mercury falls and how dead dead dead dead dead dead are you summertime when the living is easy summertime when the dying is easy the world shudders on black tree against a bruised blue sky the fairground is all shabby and silent red sky at night red sky at night danger christ is crying christ's tears leaving his heart and night all the many faces we have worn all the many faces we have borne and dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead are we though once i thought oh once i read the hidden god plays hide and seek whilst others still run from him from the world's stomach the goddies emerge and who comes to judge us and who comes to push us the bloody master is bloody dead dead dead and who comes to strike us and who comes to hold us where is his colour where is her cover and what is her nature and where does he shine from (broken birds move through the air - they all drink blood) when christ smiles his smile is broken holy ivy old dead trees dead dead dead holy and ivy dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead rainbow lovely arc lovely lights dead dead dead dead horn stag cross meets hunter dead dead dead dead (oh Saint Eustace ora pro nobis) old woman old woman old woman old and dead dead dead dead now no summers left this side of boxwood crosses broken in my midsummer the south is dying the north is dying the west is dying the east is dying there are four corners to the world she said and every one is dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead and all the planets they're dead dead dead dead and all my heart is dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead it's all dead dead dead |
| # 11 | Rosy Star Tears From Heaven there are broken birds scattered over the white cliffs of Dover |
| # 12 | When The May Rain Comes Green are the streets The asphalt is glistening When the dust of the day Shall be washed away The windows are closed And the rain is dripping From sill to sill And down to the ground When the May rain comes Very young are the leaves Of the trees and the shrubs And tiny flowers grow In the roadside ditch The laughter of the child Who's jumping into puddles Whilst the water trickles Right over his face When the May rain comes This is the morning of the year A rainy green smile After a long gloomy Pale winter night The shouting of the child Melts into rustling When the heavy rain Rushes from on high When the May rain comes All of this shall be washed away When the May rain comes... |
| # 13 | Thunder Perfect Mind I i am the first and the last i am the honored one and the scorned one i am the whore and the holy one i am the wife and the virgin i am the mother and the daughter i am the members of my mother i am the barren one and many are her sons i am she whose wedding is great and i have not taken a husband i am the midwife and she who does not bear i am the solace of my labor pains i am the bride and the bridegroom and it is my husband who begot me i am the mother of my father and the sister of my husband and he is my offspring i am the slave of him who prepared me i am the ruler of my offspring but he is the one who begot me before the time on a birthday and he is my offspring in due time and my power is from him i am the staff of his power in his youth and he is the rod of my old age and whatever he wills happens to me i am the silence that is incomprehensible and the idea whose remembrance is frequent i am the voice whose sound is manifold and the word whose appearance is multiple for i am knowledge and ignorance i am shame and boldness i am shameless i am ashamed i am strength and i am fear i am war |
| # 14 | Thunder Perfect Mind II |
| # 15 | Hitler As Kalki (SDM) these are the dregs of the last grains of the age it may be the hourglass of earth covering earth but not in Betlehem not in Jerusalem not in Chorazaim and not in Bethsaida we will not again see God humbled on an ass but see see on a white horse he comes blazing sword in burning hand lo, i am become death the destroyer of worlds his hands are backed up they're straining at his neck what colour shall we rank in him? what face shall we deliver him? there may be the black dog there may be the white dog Hitler comes as Kalki Hitler comes as Kalki Kalki comes as Hitler Kalki comes as Hitler teeth teeth teeth teeth but meaningless lights still hold our attention we think that the holy books are written in blood and fire but what if it's water? the fires turned to blood the bloods turned to water and the waters turned to what? milk? piss? lies? dust? Hitler comes as Kalki Kalki comes as Hitler everything becomes emptiness but goes through fire secret mother (gsang yum chen mo) secret father (gsans yab chen po) Hitler becomes Kalki Kalki becomes Hitler the white horse and red horse Christ twists on the cross Hitler smiles in the guttering rubble he brings not peace but a sword but maybe the ocean roars immaculate maybe the stars fall incomprehensible oh these all tell me oh these all spell to me Hitler as Kalki Kalki as Hitler where's your God now? i'll point out his varied forms to you one he hangs on the end of a tree two he's nailed to the arms of this selfsame tree and three he spins, he spins and soars and laughs through space ah, one day the world sees oh, one day the world sees Hitler as Kalki God as Kalki and he lies matted half in time and half in space through the rising incense smoke i see him in a crowded room i see him crossing the mountain range if we see man at his most bloody if we see man at his most base shall we point then and there this is reality, this is his nature oh, what makes the pain more real than the joy? both are so mingled now and muddied together to pull them apart we butcher the essence and cripple its meaning God is on the cross or three gods perhaps if they are all one neither coming nor going neither waning nor waxing but immense in their unity matter and space he rides between the spaces and he rides between the pain in the secret heart of becoming in the secret modes of darkness his eyes are now shuttered windows oh, man man man man man with his claws and his lies with his peace and his pain with his love and his sorrow with his candle of hope that stutters and dies no liberation through hearing when the sound of the worlds collapsing deafens deafens deafens our ears and pierces our hearts Hitler as Kalki Kalki as Hitler rolling and roaring swooping and soaring exultant and trembling sorrow sorrow sorrow where the eagle flies where the eagle shudders where the eagle drops where the eagle plummets all things merging dissolving then stars collapse the vortex commences in space the rubble collects the debris gathers time starts to shiver my heart's blood if i dissolve into your body if i hoped to find white light in your soul if together we fall into forever would we not notice the turbulence that no longer waits? first he comes from on a hill then he's running throughout the town then he stands devoid of peace devoid of place devoid of pity oh, my dear Christ carried broken from sad brown earth teeth teeth teeth teeth teeth teeth teeth teeth teeth Hitler as Kalki Hitler as Kalki Kalki as Hitler Hitler as Kalki Hitler as Kalki |
| # 16 | A Sad Sadness Song - Epilogue When we touch the world Just to fall apart And our mother lies in state And the broken pitcher glistens And the snow is at the window Making neither sign nor symbol And the earth covers earth And the mud lies in pools Where the sand-dunes stretch unbroken And the dry wind bends and sighs And the geese are running harmless And our desires are running wild When we're looking at the smoke That's rising from the incense Neither coming here nor going Neither heaven here nor hell Neither borning here nor birthing Neither dying here nor death And we're wrapped inside our troubles And we're wrapped inside our pain And wracked with fires with longing And our eyes are blind with night With our fingers clutching coins And our thoughts burning with 'I' And our eyes cannot be sated With the world and its nightmares With the world and its dreams Though later they'll be filled With a small handful of dust And the gods appear on altars And we recognise their face It's a face that we have carved there And it's full of fear and longing And promises and threats But they neither stoop to conquer Nor do they stoop to praise And the mines are void of diamonds That we carry in our rags And all the world seems A sadness song All the world seems A sad sadness song |
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