Current 93 17 Vauvauvau (Black Ships In The Harbor) Lyrics
            And words of Romans creep in
            Not written but vengeful
            The dead are in the tortoise
            The dead are in their legions
            And the Trojan ponies trot by
            Graze My Little Pony
            Is there Torture in the Toybox?
            Or is this eternal Rome?
            Or is this infernal Rome?
            Before Black Ships were built
            In their harbours
            For gathering vauvauvau
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            Black Ship Ship Ship
            Black Ship Ship Ship
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            Slaughterer disguised as honey
            Babel Babylon is burbling with blowfly speech
            Stuttering channelled messages of birdsight in the Empire
            And where's that Empire now?
            Imperium! Christendom!
            Shepherd and Hermes!
            Masked with salt and stars
            Heavybreasted false Messiah
            Peachfaced murderer
            Dragging beasts and b______
            Skipping to Armageddon
            In time for tea
            And for the weather forecast
            Falling time smiles failing
            As Black Ships sneak by
            Raiding lying stars
            Barbecuing living streams
            Of all the smiles that come shafting
            Saturn or Moon or Sun
            Is that my lunch awaiting on the back of dragon?
            Is that my cup clipped to the bird's gaudy wing?
            Black Ships are camouflaged as postmen or bureaucrats
            They have delivered a loathing rapture prospect
            Keys to Heaven Gates are dark
            On side of sons and daughters
            But they have lied about (3,14)
            The number does not repeat to the infinite sky
            But is a carousel inhabited by all the revenants
            Returning to fulfilled wires
            And use the roots that fall
            From the sectarian Empire
            The nude face stripped back
            The naked grey mouse
            Was not in bleached equations
            Christ! Christ! Christ!
            Where is the tide?
            The long low roar of the Thames?
            The shell-shocked Seals?
            Killer! Flower! Coil!
            There's crisis in the harbours
            The desert is too close
            Though we have seen it in our hearts
            At Black Ship time
            So let's lock the doors
        
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