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Текст песни The Incredible String Band - Pictures In A Mirror

The Incredible String Band - Pictures In A Mirror слова песни




Deep in the hollow jailSleeps Lord RandallThe mixed voices speak of breadAnd of sheets that were scarletand blue are at his headHis heart like a cat drowns in a wellHe thinks of all the girls he will not loveHe thinks not of the future or of the pastBlue lightning spikes the hills above the seaWhere Kasa`s ship setssail for otherwhereThere stands the chief withgold on his hairTwo fingers thick each link of coiled oreSpeaks to his white skinnedwife she answers notHe hurls his question angry to the gullsHis wife strikes her mouthwith a skull like soundThe bleeding image of her lossrevolves above her mindWith every line in its designan accusing eyeThat pierces Kasa`s soulThe slaves row on beneaththe dragon flagHis heart recoils recall his red-haired sonBeneath the burning wallsthat he razed downHis wife and he speak notas wine is broughtA cup that seethes like theblack blood of wolvesHis wife`s dagger is hidden in her dressHe drinks joyless to a dark sleepThe gaoler bangs the iron doorLord Randall wakes in painHe shakes his shacklesin the beaten gloomThe blood of his wounds is hard as coalThe gaoler leads him outupon the blinding bright stairHe feels uneven turf beneath his feetThe priest intones, the swordfalls on his neckThe pain is boiling coldThey lay him in the tombat the break of dayThey close the earthen doorupon his clayThe birds are plucking wormsfrom the groundTheir feathers grey as miston a cloudy mornForesters burn branchesfrom the sleeping treesThe white sun turns to stoneHis mother lies in her laborNine days longShe called on Saint Bridget in her timeI looked out on the room of mv birthWith hangings rich ofmany strange designsNobles stand with their winecups in the roomSaluting me and she the King`s queenAlready I am forgetting who I amAlready I`ve forgotten who I`ve beenMy mother lifts me upto her huge soft breastHer nipple like a berry bothhard and brownHer eyes look on me like waves of the seaAnd with small lipsthe yellow milk I draw.

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