A:prince rupert awakes Farewell the temple master’s bells His kiosk and his black worm seed Courtship solely of his word With eden guaranteed. For now prince rupert’s tears of glass Make saffron sabbath eyelids bleed Scar the sacred tablet of wax On which the lizards feed.
Wake your reason’s hollow vote Wear your blizzard season coat Burn a bridge and burn a boat Stake a lizard by the throat.
Go polonius or kneel The reapers name their harvest dawn All your tarnished devil’s spoons Will rust beneath our corn. Now bears prince rupert’s garden roam Across his rain tree shaded lawn Lizard bones become the clay- And there a swan is born
Wake your reasons’ hollow vote Wear your blizzard season coat Burn a bridge and burn a boat Stake a lizard by the throat.
Gone soon piepowder’s moss-weed court Round which upholstered lizards sold Visions to their leaden flock Of rainbows’ ends and gold. Now tales prince rupert’s peacock brings Of walls and trumpets thousand fold Prophets chained for burning masks And reels of dream unrolled . . .
B:bolero - the peacock’s tale (instrumental)
C:the battle of glass tears Night enfolds her cloak of holes Around the river meadow. Old moon-light stalks by broken ploughs Hides spokeless wheels in shadow. Sentries lean on thorn wood spears Blow on their hands, stare eastwards.
Burnt with dream and taut with fear Dawn’s misty shawl upon them. Three hills apart great armies stir Spit oat and curse as day breaks. Forming lines of horse and steel By even yards march forward.
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Copy to Clipboard: A:prince rupert awakes Farewell the temple master’s bells His kiosk and his black worm seed Courtship solely of his word With eden guaranteed. For now prince rupert’s tears of glass Make saffron sabbath eyelids bleed Scar the sacred tablet of wax On which the lizards feed.
Wake your reason’s hollow vote Wear your blizzard season coat Burn a bridge and burn a boat Stake a lizard by the throat.
Go polonius or kneel The reapers name their harvest dawn All your tarnished devil’s spoons Will rust beneath our corn. Now bears prince rupert’s garden roam Across his rain tree shaded lawn Lizard bones become the clay- And there a swan is born
Wake your reasons’ hollow vote Wear your blizzard season coat Burn a bridge and burn a boat Stake a lizard by the throat.
Gone soon piepowder’s moss-weed court Round which upholstered lizards sold Visions to their leaden flock Of rainbows’ ends and gold. Now tales prince rupert’s peacock brings Of walls and trumpets thousand fold Prophets chained for burning masks And reels of dream unrolled . . .
B:bolero - the peacock’s tale (instrumental)
C:the battle of glass tears Night enfolds her cloak of holes Around the river meadow. Old moon-light stalks by broken ploughs Hides spokeless wheels in shadow. Sentries lean on thorn wood spears Blow on their hands, stare eastwards.
Burnt with dream and taut with fear Dawn’s misty shawl upon them. Three hills apart great armies stir Spit oat and curse as day breaks. Forming lines of horse and steel By even yards march forward.
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