The Inmost Light Itself

Lyrics for The Inmost Light Itself

And when I saw the little children sing Their mouths were red and sad Their lipstick-sealed smiles, and in their minds They hold and hope, some sign- some hope The gaudy sequined dragging banner of the inmost light Around my eyes, the sewers spew and laugh The fallen flower gazes at me reaped The crippled cuckoo falls broken wing And turns around to me and broken beak grins from its head Thus so, no fear, thus so it has arrived The inmost light And if I turn my head for shame And see my lovers' rivers burst unfolding there I'll cross my eyes and close my heart And whisper to her womb "Great blood, great silence, my mother, the mystery of all Nothing may grasp thee, no one may grasp thee Let me hold thee now, oh come, oh come at last The inmost light" Oh God, I trail my hands up to my eyes Up to my eyes, up to my eyes, up to my eyes And say, if only then my light And if only, if only, if- I had not despised The inmost light And so I kneel at blue gate, black mouth death And offer as my feeble explanation I thought so much was left and so much Time to praise and call the inmost light And I suppose, full half and more of these are dreams Some broken code of morals rising after I had touched Her very pith and marrow, oh her inmost light If I could scatter children If I could scatter children And while I gaze and count my coins After your God gold glow They're dead, the head is dead, and lead I see and feel the hiding glow blaze behind you The inmost light And if your lips are taut Don't move your teeth to speak The lines will start to fall And pull the structure of your world Then all apart And thus you see, you'll call the inmost night It whispered to me and laughed and said (Goodnight, goodnight) You lied and shamed the inmost light (The inmost light) And if you recall, I bent yew-like and roared You did not see the cloudburst wind dead towards you of The inmost light Our hands tumble towards the skies To block our visions of the inmost light And if I pointless arch And spit white nothings at the sky Oh big boys, check it out Too fucking late The children move through town And skip torn skirted and roll the hoop into the arms of Inmost light Sheer, char, shrift, and sharp Christ is risen, you may creep to the cross too late But it's much too late to welcome the inmost light Branch sallow willow, yew, and tree Not so gay no more So falling, faster and faster we fall Near a cataclysm or salvation Or nothing, how terrible If we are snuffed out With just the momentary mark of smoke To array our passing So we stand milky in moonlight Is this all there is? Is this all there is? Is this all there is? Our eyes so fixed That the darkness surrounds us unnoticed And we are drowned by the loss of the light Unnoticed Is this all there is my friends? Is this all there is? (Goodnight) (Goodnight) (The inmost light) Westron wynde when wyll thow blow? The smalle rayne downe can rayne can rayne Cryst yf my love were in my armys And I yn my bed agayne And I yn my bed agayne The little white bony door I crack or attack my little fingers Dust The choke of, the texture of The smell of, the colour of But quietly, drably All hell floods out If you open that door As alabaster guardians for me Hovering candles Dragonflies and mayflies Before I sputter out Will you meet me there One red bird No more dying By the dead clock Will you wait for me there? Dead! By the dead clock By the dead clock