Cataclysm Baroque - Johnny Pulp and the Lemondrops

ah that last moment that last kiss ah how faintly the touch your cheek my lips how strange how like a moonbeam might catch for a single moment the tender heart that loves and the fierceness of time and space dissolved into this one moment, this dissolution of all meaning and sense the derangement a point that cannot be freed back one way nor the other into the time into the space that was its womb oh delirium oh delirium it comes your face in the dark that faint halo of light shrouded by the darkness oh the darkness it seems to be everywhere everywhere the darkness come and with it my despair and yearning my yearning that is like the storm from the winter lands comes rolling through the darkening skies to crush me down crush me down and my love for you is a desire that flies like a great bird screaming into the great storm and I'll come for thee in the night and will rage and cry and weep and know how my love and desire is stronger than the very cataclysms of this raving nature this raving nature yea all of the great delirium the madness I shall over come I shall be struck down on the great abyss of your love and am wounded and shall never heal oh woe oh woe it is this trial's end that never shall I heal again nor see sunrise my love my love. what is the catastrophe I ask you I ask no more than this what was the catastrophe and was it known were there those who might have prevented it befalling on all our heads oH what sadness Oh what sadness. how bright the stars are shining they shone and yet are so far away and have no meaning no meaning at all all. the time is a lash and holds the secrets of all our fates and we shahall be falling through the great expanses of time and wonder is time some strange illusion and can we be free? Oh how lonely it can seem no matter how I hold to you through these shattering nights and will I see a dawn nd feel some new life, a way where the tragedy is become a gift and thanks restores us restores us all. Ah so now I am awake and its midnight and oh strange how strange everything is and hope so far far away alas Oh how lonely it can seem no matter how I hold to you through these shattering nights and will I see a dawn nd feel some new life, a way where the tragedy is become a gift and thanks restores us restores us all. Ah so now I am awake and its midnight and oh strange how strange everything is and hope so far far away alas Oh what sadness. how bright the stars are shining they shone and yet are so far away and have no meaning no meaning at all all. the time is a lash and holds the secrets of all our fates and we shahall be falling through the great expanses of time and wonder is time some strange illusion and can we be free? ask me never to be sane again nor calm for this is a life that tears me in two and then two again and then on and on until I am just a torn scattering of a billion billion billion particles and my consciousness where does it repair itself and find a unity I can bare. ah the horror of this fear death and all its great dimension overwhelms my heart Oh my terror is more profound than the soft and pointless stories you try to tell me is the truth for I see beneath all those lies and know you like all of us are profoundly ignorant and likewise scrambling against the oncoming horror of death. and why fear death if life is this? Ah but there's the rub. ah the horror of this fear death and all its great dimension overwhelms my heart This expectation of death is all life is now. I wait crouched on the edge of my bed. My teeth chatter as if the cold is an arctic. I know my body is frail. And my life is now just a scream. Listen. Listen. You hear my screams in the very whirl of the turning age, its space and time. Nothing else remains for me and it is overwhelming. I scream. I scream. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck as I die into the age and its agelessness ah the horror of this fear death and all its great dimension overwhelms my heart ah the horror of this fear death and all its great dimension overwhelms my heart the spider and its eight legs ah over you and your beauty what nightmares come what nightmares come and I am there without the dream and within its web ahhh swoon swoon tarantula tarantula ahh the spider and its eight legs ah over you and your beauty what nightmares come what nightmares come and I am there without the dream and within its web ahhh swoon swoon tarantula tarantula ahh the monsters are creeping and they are hallucinations and they inhabit the colours and the motions and the solid forms these statues and trees that like ogres of the childhood time rise up now to perform obscene ceremonies in the days we live as debauched and mad as ever we were when we crawled like eyeless earless coils from the wide mouth of the oceans onto the hard hot desert sands and moved with heinous intent towards Jerusalem, let's imagine, with cruel open maws panting hideously under the blazing lawless sun that sun that will burn us and death will be the mercy by the time all of this ends oh mercy mercy will there be mercy ah no. Oh the spring has come but my heart is heavy and the winter remains inside me alas the still pool reflects not the blue of the sky nor the bright sun but the weariness of the death I carry within me for my love is gone and far away and I am lost. How the pale doves remind me of no more than this and the buds that peep out are like the cruel laughter of those who see nothing but a fool lamenting the truth of all the times. so here I wander through the parks and streets and am drowned in the solitude of time its days and nights are the sublime sighs of the march rain and winds and all roling over the four corners of the earth And the eloquence of nature has stifled my own cries and I am dumb and stupid in my sorrows I wait listeless and space seems to narrow to the grim dimension of the coffin and its cramped geometry and everything so overblown cannot be less than treachery to the heart which feels small and diminished and like a speck of miserable dust. Well Godzilla said to Kong what the hell's going on Kong was dissatisfied and swore that someone lied Dracula was swooping in his face was pale a kind of grin was on his face it seemed out of place but that's the way these monsters play well here it seems our nightmares and dreams are coming out tonight it's all out of sight cinderella and snow white why do they fight they tumble and rumble and the words they mumble to sleeping beauty's mind are mean and unkind and the woods are dark and the hounds do bark Baskerville and holmes and the mystery and groans from frankensteins tower it seems this is the hour when come the nightmares and dreams coming out tonight they're wild and out of sight The monster from the black lagoon is a perverse kind of neptune and the vampires and wolves are murderous fools crawling through the cities of the night making everyone feel nothing but fright and in the hight tower the bad wizard makes spells and the devil himself is coming up with fresh hells he's got nightmares and dreams coming out tonight all wild and out of sight well the bankers with their money are laughing loud and they're cruel and senseless and there's nothing funny about the things they want and the things they do they're a curse on me and a curse on you and the rich people seem to have lost their minds they're rapists and murderers and the lying kind all full of nightmares and dreams coming through the night all way out of sight so these crooks and devils and heinous types they seem to think what they want is all right and they lay up their people their time and space want us all to bow down and worship their face but like the kings of old who twisted their time so no care was shown for the poor and the dying something will rise and it won't be too long before they're asked to answer for all their wrongs it's be time for nightmares and dreams coming up from the night way out of sight yea, way out of sight...