Aura

[Words S. Kilbey, music The Church]

We all came back from the war
I wish somebody would tell me the score
We raked old Poseidon over the coals
Shook his shells, shaved his shoals

Where can a soldier fix himself a drink
Forget the noise, forget the stink
And the opium is running pretty low
'Cause when the pain comes back, I don't want to know

Across yonder ocean the natives are fierce
Their ears are filled their teeth are pierced
But it's not their spears that spill your breath
They kill their enemies by loving them to death

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We were on some battlefield
I felt something soft go through my shield
I felt something warm enter my guts
I was bleeding bad but there were no cuts

They captured three of us, took us back to their village
After a long long time I could decipher their language
They worshipped Baal, they worshipped the sun
They worshipped the son of the evil one

They were more than voracious, they sucked our ambition
They let me go on one condition
That was when I came back to my native shore
I tell you they don't want to play with us anymore

* *

But a part of me will never be free
And the part that's free will never be me
But a thing of love and beauty is in my head
A message from our enemies, and here's what they said

They said that love = hate
And death = fate
An enemy always = an adorer
But priest = aura

Yeah, and life = time
And time = space
And space = sublime
And human = race

Oh and woman = man
And pot = pan
The fauna ought to equal the flora
But priest = aura

And beginning = the end
The end always = the start
But straight = bent
The mind sometimes = the heart

And you = me
The land = the sea
Richer = poorer
And priest = aura

(S.Kilbey)

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The Church are one of my favourite bands. Above are the lyrics to one of their songs.

But that's not all!!

Here is a bonus set of lyrics from a track off of a different album!

Sink it in Dudes!:

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The Dead Man's Dream

Once

I had a name,

forgotten now

I breathed the air

in a century of wonder

I

can hear it now

in the darkness of the earth

Gorgeous machines,

the sound they made like thunder

Great gardens

drip

honey-jewels

and bright birds

The pageants pass down

avenues of splendor

Ah,

long afternoons

by enchanted lakes

Upon elephants,

so well I do remember

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Lords and priests and talking beasts

Golden calves and telepaths

Crystal skulls and screaming gulls

Women glowed tattooed with woad

Colored mists and amethysts

Men were strong and days were long

Dragons glide on mountainside

Mandrake root and angel fruit

Sighing winds on silver skin

Creation transubstantiation

Unicorns, electric storms

Tunes and runes, we laughed till noon

Sweet release,

eternal peace

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