Testo di 'With The Dromedaries' di Current 93

With the dromedaries, lambs and whore
He wrote him gardens, glistens the dreamers

If I had a wish to clear the dusk
And through the lunadisc

I would add perfumes onto paper
And sitting serpents smoking fags
Or doing speed, drinking mead
As plastic viking or driven raven

Her strangle, my pasts, off with my vanished head
Off with the armorial dead

Off to the burial ground, the round grave carnival
The dragon in the bolo bag, oh, Anis in lipstick
For salmon in high heels, salamander in drag
The pass nail to the mast of blood and blinks

The modular winks
From the armadillos amens or queens
Homosexual heavens on twin, and here comes counts
You are that judgement with what you are

You will be embraced by the kindness of the king
Christ descends, death above
Jesu God whose home is the cross
Humor little children, honor the hoop and the bell

And the apple and the ball bow to the crow
In the long horizon the naked woman bathe
But the mountains or the clouds by the tree Vaimas
Jades bob down to your drown

Whose your favorite model, wooden comatosel one?
Star scarred hair, have you clipped the knight?
Tight to your thighs, have you met her two cats?
Have you treated yourself to her golden milk?

One meal a day at night, let's discuss denim
Or the weather of my dead friends
Who pass by my window as I scribble this baltod
I out of Babylon who almost snapped in Berlin

Twice nights ago, then open glossed onto
George street, I saw John pass by, his Hermes joins move
Uncoiling hipsters who then into Draco whose rathe arise

Beheaded wine, gardens aimed but the middle
But the midden ball's eyes hindu slang
Yip kill, caesers, kaisers, czars shatter
Lugal, lugal

From the thick step of the clock
The ground droner flies on horseflies and chestnuts seas
And fell beach, yoke torn from the night