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Myrrh

Emerald haunt in overdrive
Nightmare descent into Jericho city
Camel dust heralds our arrival
New Christ beneath the drumkit moon
Oh Lord we are threatened again
In the slipstream pull of the federal men
Plummet in some seamless night
Down here to earth it's hopeless then

Apache gunman in the boiling crowd
Who never got to meet you last time
We're interrupted by the telephone
You didn't think they were invented then
Oh Lord we need miracles
We need more wine and gold
We need slaves and robes and personal favors
We need microphones and manifolds

How can you be so invisible
Give me the nerve to see
Privilege on privilege
An unwanted discovery

So now we're cruising down this shuddering highway
With a dead sun shining on my back
And we talk about the way people treat us back there
Their hollow laughter, the pain in their eyes
Oh my Lord I trust your intentions
But money strangles our love
Struggling like a fool with my junk and my jewels
You would have thought I'd had enough

Aura

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
Cos 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 our enemies, and here's what they said

They said that love = hate
And death = fate
An enemy always = an adorer
But priest = aura

Yes, 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

Day 5

Eventually
We came to a chasm dark and wide
And drifted in silence through endless anemones
In shallow dreams
Life was beginning to take a shape
Water was warm as it hastened our enemies

This kind of world will start a little colony
This kind of earth will eat a little energy
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy

After thousands of years
Our priests have predicted you would come
You with your death that appears in no photograph
You watch the night sky
We bickered like fools amongst ourselves
We sought protection in artificial youth

This kind of world will start a little colony
This kind of earth will eat a little energy
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy

This kind of thing needs a little secrecy
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy

In a sickening jump
I fell through the surface of my life
And I was cut back by the hollow comraderie
The planet was still
Nothing moved as it slept in space
I pulled on my suit and exited quietly