Rapt: In The Evening Air

Lyrics for Rapt: In The Evening Air

We had, uh, great lunch today with the rock band KISS Both KISS and Art of Noise have been invited, maybe that, uh They're gonna base some World Wrestling Federation characters on Members of each of our bands, and we Were just swapping some ideas there And KISS, KISS, I'll tell you something About KISS, they gave us some great advice They told us that whenever you play one of your greatest Hits, that you should follow it up with a section devoted To the 19th century French poet, Charles Baudelaire And we've spent all afternoon knocking it up with the help of KISS Ladies and gentlemen, Art of Noise, and the section Devoted to the 19th century poet, Charles Baudelaire Now comes the time when, vibrating on its Stem, each flower exhales like a censer The violin throbs like an afflicted heart A tender heart which hates the huge black void The sky is as sad and beautiful as whatever You think it's as sad and beautiful as So it's a tragedy When the feeling's gone and you can't go on, it's just a tragedy Now comes the time when, vibrating on its Stem, each flower exhales like a censer The violin throbs like an afflicted heart A tender heart which hates the huge black void The huge black void The sky is as sad and beautiful as anything You want to imagine is sad and beautiful Metaphor in pop Why? For goodness' sake, it's either us or Moby Who else? You must always be intoxicated It is the key to all The one question, in order not to feel the horrible Burden of time breaking your back and bending you Toward the earth, you must become drunk without truth But on what? On wine, poetry, or virtue, as you wish, but you must get drunk At different times on the steps of a palace, on the green Grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room you Awaken, and your intoxication is already diminished or gone Ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock Everything that rolls, that speaks, that Groans, that flees, that sings, that speaks Ask what time it is, and the wind, the wave The star, the bird, the clock will answer you It is time to get intoxicated In order not to be slaves martyred by time, always become Intoxicated, on wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you will Aerodynamic in the evening air Aerodynamic in the evening air Aerodynamic in the evening air Aerodynamic in the evening air Aerodynamic in the evening air Aerodynamic in the evening air Aerodynamic in the evening air Aerodynamic in the evening air Now I'm not forcing you to get drunk I'm not gonna tie you down with a Blair witch poet Saying, "You have to get drunk or you die!" I'm Saying it might be quite a good idea if you get drunk Why not get drunk? Why not get drunk tonight? Something about the evening air The summer time circle Sounds elevate me Here, I wanna rhyme, I wanna rhyme, I wanna rhyme, I wanna rhyme My leading time suspended Gravity's laws amend The force through the world ain't spinning no more So at last something you would compare to Baudelaire