Corpsey
bandz ahoy
Lorca "Myself" (quoted by Lester Bangs in a review of Astral Weeks). Can't work out if this is just maudlin crap or not but in any case it moved me when I read it last night, stoned off my ass – the yearning for a (perhaps purely fantastical) purer, more imaginative soul, pre-life.
My heart of silk
is filled with lights,
with lost bells,
with lilies and bees.
I will go very far,
farther than those hills,
farther than the seas,
close to the stars,
to beg Christ the Lord
to give back the soul I had
of old, when I was a child,
ripened with legends,
with a feathered cap
and a wooden sword.
My heart of silk
is filled with lights,
with lost bells,
with lilies and bees.
I will go very far,
farther than those hills,
farther than the seas,
close to the stars,
to beg Christ the Lord
to give back the soul I had
of old, when I was a child,
ripened with legends,
with a feathered cap
and a wooden sword.