SUNN O))) LYRICS

1. Brando

Ah, The Wide Missouri

Dwellers on the bluff

Across The Wide Missouri

Never enough
No
Never enough

Whip-poor-will
Whip-poor-will

Scissoring high in the trees

A beating would do me a world of good
Sneakin' by
Sneakin' by

I am down on my knees

A beating would do me a world of good

I took it from Saxon

I took it from Dad

I took it from Fat Johnny Friendly

From 3 vigilantes

I took if for Wild One
And the for my sin

I took it from Lizabeth again and again

Ah, The Wide Missouri

Dwellers on the bluff

Across The Wide Missouri

Never enough
No
Never enough

Whip-poor-will
Whip-poor-will

Scissoring high in the trees

A beating would do me a world of good

Sneakin' by
Sneakin' by

I am down on my knees

A beating would do me
A beating would do me

2. Herod 2014

She's hidden her babies away

Their soft, gummy smiles
won't be gilding the menu

The deer fly, the sand fly
the tsetse can't find them

The goon from the Stasi
is left far behind them

Their delicate derma
won't witness a ray

She's hidden her babies away

She's hidden her babies away

No "Raindrops on roses"
"Whiskers on kittens"

They refuse to be blinded
by Rubens or Poussin

They'll hardly be boarding
the 12:10 to Tucson

Is she shaking them hard
in dry run cabaret?

She's hidden her babies away

Ho,Ho,watenay
Ho,Ho,watenay
Ho,Ho,watenay
I'm closing in
I'm closing in

She's hidden her babies away

And why bring them out
with no shelter on offer

The nurseries and creches
are heaving with lush lice

Bubonic, blue-blankets,
run ragged with church mice

The Havana has died
in the clam-shell ashtray

She's hidden her babies away

She's hidden her babies away

From posed, high,
pelvic bridges

Pearly bone
mountain ridges

No hiccupy silence
to finger their traces

No colicky moon
shines bright pain
on their faces

She has slipped
through the dark
like a mother moray

She's hidden her babies away

Ho,Ho,watenay
Ho,Ho,watenay
Ho,Ho,watenay
I'm closing in
I'm closing in

I've come searching,
from far and away

A r-e-a-c-h-i-n-g,L-o-n-g-A-r-m-e-d
vet ape
feeling hard
for a breech birth

I gaze up at the night
at the asterisk's blazing,

till they straighten,
and like tiny spines,
fall to earth

I bite down on this,
as I dance
and I pray

She's hidden her babies away

3. Bull

Fire-ant-necklace
Bump the beaky
Watch-garroted
Bump the beaky
Bliaut-besotted
Bump the beaky
Bump the beaky
Bump the beaky
Woke Nailed
to cross
Bump the beaky
Could not
give toss
Bump the beaky
Did not
feel loss
Bump the beaky
Bump the beaky
Bump the beaky
Miss the trees?
Won't
Miss the trees
Miss the bees?
Won't
Miss the bees
The
Leapin'
like a
River Dancer's
nuts
The
S-t-u-t-t-e-r-i-n-g
like a
tapir noshers
phut
Miss the wind?
So?... No banners snapping
Miss the ashes?
We grabbed Wednesday
Miss the sun?
Red, then orange, the yellow,
then white
Red, then orange, the yellow,
then white
Quilt of corpses
Bump the beaky
Peal no
pitch drop
Bump the beaky
Make
the swab mop
Bump the beaky
Bump the beaky
Bump the beaky
Sagebrush Saladen
Bump the beaky
Ramshorn
punch-perm
Bump the beaky
Where no
worm squirm
Bump the beaky
Bump the beaky
Bump the beaky
Keep, movin' on
Keep, movin' on
Keep, movin' on
Keep, movin' on
Custodiunt migremus
Custodiunt migremus
Custodiunt migremus
Custodiunt migremus
Raris dolor
Bump the beaky
Inquietum dolor
Bump the beaky
Peccatrice dolor
Bump the beaky
Bump the beaky
Bump the beaky
What
if not her
Shove
the moolight
Leave us
(Nite-nite)
Bump the beaky
Bump the beaky
Bump the beaky

4. Fetish

Red, blade points
knife the air

All night
he sees it

Constellating
his thought

Acne on
a leper

Red, blade points
disappear

Sets
it's blackness
glistening

Curling
and winding
through
grip mangled
fingers

Bristling
and
glittering

No
Nothing else
lingers

Gleam away
little brute
Gleam away

Gleam away
little brute
Gleam away

As if,
after waving
Capon claws
over ashes,

A single
talon
should
lower-

and silently
plow,

he carves
the ghost
mascot
the length
of his skin

Stilettoed
without
interruption

The body
including
the face

On a bed
in the dark,

without
interruption

He imagines
he feels it
tugging and
cinching,

hears it
rustling and
rising,

the naked
intaglio-

lifting free
of its flesh,

silently prowling
from window to
window

There is
No Nothing
else

There is
No Nothing
else

Flip
was a charmer
and so
was I

Zip
was a devil
and so
was I

Can't afford,
but bescumber,
our spunk-stiffened
-tresses

as we stroll
in the glut
trimmed
in frilly
and furs

Tell us
apart,
we can never
die

Tell us
apart,
we can never
die

Fluffed
and the
fluffer,
fluffing
goodbye

Arm and arm
Arm and arm

in our feathers
and blood

Choo-Choo
Choo-Choo,
Mama

Cursing
the rummy
cluck

Choo-Choo
Choo-Choo,
Mama

How
do you lose
your luck?

Choo-Choo
Choo-Choo,
Mama,

In the dark
lopping off
all interruption,

How
do you lose
your luck?

How
do you lose
your luck?

Red, blade points
knife the air

All night
he sees it

Constellating
his thought

Acne on
a leper

5. Lullaby

Tonight

my assistant
will pass among
you

His cap
will be empty

Hey non-e
non-e

The most intimate
personal choices
and requests
central to your
personal dignity
will be sung

Hey non-e
non-e

Why don't minstrels
go from house
to house
howling songs
the way they
used to?

In vain I
bind another
foot

In vain
and now
the other
foot

LULLABY
LA LA

You can tell

My sweet
little darling

My comfort
and joy

LULLABY
LA LA

You can tell

In beauty
surpassing
are prince's
of Troy

Some are born
to it

You can tell

Some are made
to do it

Some allowed

When I

LULLABY
LA LA

LULLABY
LA LA

Tonight

my assistant
will hear the canals
of Mars

His cap
will be empty

Hey non-e
non-e

The most intimate
personal choices
and requests
central to your
personal dignity
will be sung

Hey non-e
non-e

Why don't painters
paint their cloudy
spines
chiaroscuro
the way they
used to?

In vain I
douse
another lamp

In vain
and now
another lamp

LULLABY
LA LA

You can tell

My sweet
little darling

my comfort
and joy

LULLABY
LA LA

You can tell

In beauty
surpassing
are prince's
of Troy

Some are born
to it

You can tell

Some are made
to do it

Some allowed

When I

LULLABY
LA LA

LULLABY
LA LA

Tonight

my assistant
will pass among
you

His cap
will be empty

The most intimate
personal choices
and requests
central to your
personal autonomy

will be sung







SUNN O))) LYRICS