A song about desire, God, and illumination.
Inspired by 'Sed non satiata' by Charles Baudelaire:
I'm never satisfied with your
suspicious stare and sunken eyes.
Just let me near and the bones beneath our
feet will hear our rapturous cries.
Deep inside that cold abyss
I know are thoughts of untold bliss.
And I pity the women's lips upon which
they received your hollow kiss.
We're separated by a harsh partition; the napalm in your eyes burns.
A self-inflicted inquisition; no wonder you're so taciturn.
As I infiltrate that tawny skin I, neutralise that acid tongue.
As I strike the match you kept within: you don't know what I've begun.
My caravan of longings seeks in drouth
Love vaunts the red elixir of your mouth.
By far preferred to troth, or drugs, or sleep,
Your eyes, the wells at which my cares drink deep.
Through those black eyes, by which your soul respires,
Pitiless demon! pour less scorching fires.
Behold the beginning of the Rapture:
He’s looking for our souls to capture.
Those screaming pastors, they were right.
You scheming bastard, you were frightened
That GOD would rain down upon us,
Mutter prayers in vain, heaven doesn’t want us:
Because the heresy, we
committed to the beat, beat
of the rhythm of your feet, feet
puts a capstone on this fallacy.
RTÈ really need to broadcast Mass in 3D. It would be so much better.
released March 11, 2011
Music by Graham Jong-Il.
Lyrics by Graham Jong-Il and Charles Baudelaire.