Текст песни Patrick Wolf - S.O.S. (Seremon Of Soil)

over land yeo
albinia
slow swiped
her hand
cross
december’s
dusk
dome
where a vision
appeared
of St Lawrence’s
tears
to a rogation day
congregation
prisoned by prayer
in question
of time and change
and when
the gerry bomb
burst on
the arboretum
the answer
split tongue was spelled
out in flame

soon the sky boys
cascade into
history swallowed
by trench foot
icarus earth
land girls dig
valedictory
it was the miracle
play in reverse

fever by fever
the harvest yield
our crop too young
but no despair
science or prayer
could slow
that vast vanishing
lung by lung
taking turn
to return
back to soil
and even the air
will be for sale
after
the great auction
of privacy
now see them shatter
the ground beneath
starts the exile
of energy

WHEN EVEN THE AIR
IS FOR SALE
SOON COMES
THE AUCTION OF PRIVACY
TO PAY FOR
THE GROUND
BELOW YOU
SHATTER
OUT THE
THE LAST EXILE
OF ENERGY
THE SEVERED ROOT
MEETS HER GIRDLED
BRANCH ON
THE BARREN TREE
TAKING TURN
TO RETURN
TO SOIL

A ring of
Burnt sienna orange
Frantic cotton
Panuelo protest
Waved
Some Wednesday corrida
As the aorta
Fountained across
The burning ring sand
nothing can be done
drummed out
my grandmothers tongue
still i hear those words
in the whirling wings
of boobie birds
circling a halo
taking turn
to return
all to soil

WHEN EVEN THE AIR
IS FOR SALE
SOON COMES
THE AUCTION OF PRIVACY
TO PAY FOR
THE GROUND
BELOW YOU
SHATTER
OUT THE
THE LAST EXILE
OF ENERGY
SUDDEN
APPEARED A MAUSOLEUM
WHERE LIFE KEPT ITS MAGNET TO ME
HELP ME PEEL AWAY
LIKE THE RED VANISHING VINE
MAKE THOSE POSSESSIONS
UNPOSSESS ME
VEILED IN MY SUIT OF LIGHT
THROUGH A GRIDLOCK SKY OF
METAL WINGS
PISSING GASOLINE
TAILS AND MOUNTAINS
AND WRITE ME
ONLY THE WORDS
OF NO BREAK OF SERVE
WITH THE MISLIVE
THE MIGRANT CAN SING