Sun City Girls - Bird of Prey lyrics

Ships out on the harbor Wet Painting in the sky The rain falls down And the paint begins to cry Darkness is upon us The lightning wants to talk Listen to the voices That the sparks will all unlock Ecstasy shoots arrows down upon the ear A zenith from the skyline for everyone to hear Wailing shouts and screams Expressing joys and fears Sometimes dark and gloomy And written down with tears And with a flower of blood that rises In a hypodermic needle Only to relax oneself After an abundance of creative zeal Now listen! I've got a secret so listen closely; let your ears feel the mood I'm in Your flesh is a screen that projects a myth that is erupting right now From underneath your skin I look up into the dark night sky at the face of a lonely woman 10,000 feet high Auburn hair and red lips lit by Revlon. Hello, my lovely one Out in the starry starry sky a pair of eyes are about to cry Please don't think about tomorrow for it will only lead to sorrow And with so many stars in the sky, how do you know that one Doesn't already have your name on it darlin'? Excuse me while I kiss your entire body all over your gorgeous red lipstick rose I'd much rather do that than see you all dressed up in maudlin bu*tons and bows And with the taste of love in your mouth as you're kissing something solid When your imagination tells you that it tastes a lot more like soft black olives On some opaque dark ma**, this woman's soul is revealed on the face And features drawn on her radiantly golden bra** Bra**! These are all ecstatic revelations that are converted From the energy that speeds up dissipation So don't think about tomorrow It will only lead to sorrow Broken lips float on the sky You won't find that bizarre When you spell the word 'surreal' with a capital R So how do you like this? How do you like that? How would you like that if I put that over Hear the sounds of an ancient society Modern civilization compared is much more wicked Its giant steel cantilever arches standing tall Above the crushed, uneven rubble dangling In the midst of a swinging, wrecking ball And a suspended machine emblazoned with A cross of human bones held firm Its oppression is relinquished when it represents The sincerity of a newly digging worm These are all eternal examinations meant For the amba**adors of telepathic communications And then the sky rose it's facial curtain and the sound of ideas peeled out and Transformed into space and the air shot through into a complete works of dripping architectural fireworks displays Bang! A series of flying silver pinwheels draping themselves over An iridescent green backdrop that crackles as they drop and flee into fabulous antiquity Bang! Descending bits of burning vinyl form the shape of a fiery carousel of light that drifts out of the dark sky falling quickly as it brilliantly burns the star-studded eyes out of your face No, not really Bang! A giant gold fountain, pleasure under difficulties, glittering X-ray Piano sprinkles that tell let slip leak pour forth spill down and fall hysterically We all have different opinions about the way things are, don't we? Different opinions appear, yet so often values flee; when our judgments Reach out for a thick state, our differences flee into infinity Those divisions may emerge but let's don't divide love and d**h of old Lets change it, I know, I'll quote the final scene from Tristan and Isolde: "Let's both drown ourselves in the world's resonating whirlwind, and as we're disintegrating Into pure sounds that go unheard by mortal ears we'll sink and drink the kiss of the overwhelming rapture of d**h. The end."