Sun City Girls - Helen Waite lyrics

Two pagan gods staring at each other in disguise. They both wear masks with no holes cut out for eyes. One calls herself Belembere, an ex-member of the Human Race. My old friend Iris put a filtered cigarette out in her face. Now Chuchin and Belenbear challenged the dual nature of all things: If everything is in opposition with itself, could you divide infinity into two things? You can no longer say that everything originates from one essential source though I know that light is inseparable from life - I've seen the fire, I've felt the warmth and the never-ending burn. I know that unlimited convergence makes the nature of all things turn. If you think you have an ultraviolet rose for a heart you're not wrong. There's an awful lot of power in these Orphic spells and songs. Half human, Orpheus of Thrace found himself a new Troy. Now he knows what they mean when they say that tragedy is joy. Rust and moss, a cloud of black smoke, Eurydice bit by serpents at her wedding, now she's drifting in the Stygian boat. Luscious little tendrils form a knifey halo from the base of her neck to the back of her throat. Drifting shades of light take an unpopular journey underneath the world to make a deal that has been accomplished by only a very few. You're a snake-charmer of a man Orpheus, now that your wife has left. You should be ashamed of yourself for asking for s**ual favors from a man such as d**h. Now Orpheus, you can take her home but don't look into her eyes. Your sparkling orbs present a problem that she doesn't realize. But it's too late Eurydice, your irresistible glance has unwittingly betrayed your desire to live, baby. Another Orphic sadness, or maybe d**h just got jealous. So go to Helen Waite. She'll be happy to keep a record of your fate