Priest = Aura
Album - 10 marzo 1992 - Debaser id 44060

We all came back from the war
I wish somebody would tell me the score
We raked old Poseidon over the coals
Shook his shells, shaved his shoals
Where can a soldier fix himself a drink
Forget the noise, forget the stink
And the opium is running pretty low
'Cause when the pain comes back, I don't want to know
Across yonder ocean the natives are fierce
Their ears are filled their teeth are pierced
But it's not their spears that spill your breath
They kill their enemies by loving them to death

We were on some battlefield
I felt something soft go through my shield
I felt something warm enter my guts
I was bleeding bad but there were no cuts
They captured three of us, took us back to their village
After a long long time I could decipher their language
They worshipped Baal, they worshipped the sun
They worshipped the son of the evil one

They were more than voracious, they sucked our ambition
They let me go on one condition
That was when I came back to my native shore
I tell you they don't want to play with us anymore
But a part of me will never be free
And the part that's free will never be me
But a thing of love and beauty is in my head
A message from my enemies, and here's what they said

They said that love = hate
And death = fate
An enemy always = an adorer
But priest = aura
And life = time
And time = space
And space = sublime
And human = race
Oh and woman = man
And pot = pan
The fauna ought to equal the flora
But priest = aura
And beginning = the end
The end always = the start
But straight = bent
The mind sometimes = the heart
And you = me
The land = the sea
Richer = poorer
And priest = aura

Tiny baby, so naive
I can't believe what you believe
You were once so happy here
It may not be Eden or summer in Greece
You may not even find the Gold Fleece
In the drag of this atmosphere
Now I don't want to bring up a delicate matter
No I'd much rather bribe or flatter you
'Cause flattery gets me everywhere
But you punctured my tires, you crossed all my wires
I brand your acolytes as a pack of liars
And the fire's singing everywhere

Buckle like a wreck on the cold green sea
Like you were a ripple in my memory

I lent you some collateral to buy new clothes
It went out the window and up your nose
And that's the end of the honeymoon
Yeah we walked down the aisle for another mile
I'd walk a million miles for one of your smiles
And you can have all the money soon

You're so deluxe, you're so divine
You're so fifty light years ahead of your time
You're a riddle, you're a ripple
You're the human sacrifice to the goddess of ice
Your hairdo is filled with diamonds and lice
And you're hardly off the nipple

Another little glitch in continuity
Like you were a ripple in my memory

Oh my ugly duckling, nobody loves you
Daddy said he'd buy you some ballet shoes
But he spent all he had on hash
And avoiding another crash
Now who will look after you

One night your shoulders will ache
But next day when you wake
You'll sprout wild wings, and fly
Just like in Swan Lake

Oh you helpless birdlings, nobody wants you
How will you ever survive out of the nest
And the wolf will put his nose in
And the water is so frozen
You'll have to swim like all the rest

For all time
Looking for something to remind me
Something out the corner of my eye
Why can't I feel it
Why should I try
Bump into a stranger
But that stranger is strangely familiar
How could I let it slip by
Why can't I feel it
Can you tell me why
When I nearly had the connection sussed
It slips right off my tongue
And timing is off, things get jumbled up
In a fever when you are young
But I know who's in there behind those eyes
So say goodbye
There can never be an ending
We are endless like the sky
Why can't I feel it
Is it just a lie
Why can't I feel it
For all time

I saw this film about some people who lived in a dome
In a beautiful field next to a river of foam
I fell asleep before it was over
I must have dreamt of the end
They'd be young forever as long as they stayed in the dome
But barbarians came and set fire to their home
Exposed the dome dwellers to the outside
They must have known it was the end
All of their wealth couldn't save them
All died inside the flames
Destined to make that same old mistake
God that's such a shame
The barbarians picked through the ashes of the dome
Then went on their way, yeah, continued to roam
But a curse was laid upon them
They must have known it was the end
All of their strength couldn't save them
All died inside the flood
Destined to make that same old mistake
The way of all flesh and blood
I saw this film about some people who lived in a dome

In autumn he comes to this town When the peoples guard is down On a day like today Overcast and gray Bells were all ringing The birds stopped their singing The wind caught in the trees Screaming to be free He alights from the platform In his usual uniform His skin looks like he slept in it Or had something rotten kept in it And snakes stir in the thistles Back of cats neck bristles 'Round vicious lips the fur is stained The disillusionist is back again They say that he's famous from the waist down But the top half of his body is a corpse His gold won't buy him sleep His poverty runs so deep In winter he cracks, in summer he warps Hang around the backstage door But he knows what you're waiting for You rub yourself against his fame Already ready to bear the blame He asks you "Did you like my show?" As if he really wants to know Then doesn't wait for your reply He just pulls you back inside You've started feeling dizzy It isn't you or is he Persuade you mentally Undress you incidentally Down the swaying corridor People you feel sorry for But when he puts the gaze on you You're amazed at what you'll let him do He can turn wine into water Mother against daughter Juggles busy deadlines Gets himself off headlines Surrounded by his minions Who never have opinions Performing little tricks for you Puts it in a fix for you Smashes your watch with a hammer Caresses you with camera And says the magic words That nobody's ever heard Now the slur is fading Reality all-pervading It only makes you want him more It only makes you fawn him more And he does the Indian rope trick The one that makes you seasick And he keeps on filling up your cup But you keep on filling up And some of it's done with mirrors And some of it's done with scissors And some of it's done with cables And his hands under the table It doesn't matter you want to believe It doesn't matter if you have to leave You won't escape his orbit And the things that you must forfeit And the audience seems familiar Some of them in particular Bet you they are his plants When he plays the game of chance He reads the minds of jilted girls And the story really unfurls Cast a fortune for the man in the suit Who's suffering is very acute There's a rabbit in his hat But I thought I smelled a rat