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COIL - lost rivers of London

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Lost Rivers of London

I'm gonna drown myself in London's lost rivers

I will walk down to the rain

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I have sat there and seen the winter days finish their short-spanned lives; and all the globes of light - crimson, emerald, and pallid yellow - start, one by one, out of the russet fog that creeps up the river. But I like the place best on these hot summer nights, when the sky hangs thick with stifled colour, and the stars shine small and shyly. Then the pulse of the city is hushed, and the scales of the water flicker golden and oily under the watching regiment of lamps. The bridge clasps its gaunt arms tight from bank to bank, and the shuffle of a retreating figure sounds loud and alone in the quiet. There, if you wait long enough, you will hear the long wail of the siren, that seems to tell of the anguish of London till a train hurries to throttle its dying note, roaring and rushing, thundering and blazing through the night, tossing its white crests of smoke, charging across the bridge into the dark country beyond.

In the wan, lingering light of the winter afternoon, the parks stood all deserted, sluggishly drowsing, so it seemed, with their spacious distances muffled in greyness: colourless, fabulous, blurred. One by one, through the damp misty air, looked the tall, stark, lifeless elms. Overhead there lowered a turbid sky, heavy-charged with an unclean yellow, and amid their ugly patches of dank and rotting bracken, a little mare picked her way noiselessly. The rumour of life seemed hushed. There was only the vague listless rhythm of the creaking saddle. The daylight faded. A shroud of ghostly mist enveloped the earth, and up from the vaporous distance crept slowly the evening darkness. A sullen glow throbs overhead: golden will-o'-the-wisps are threading their shadowy ribbons above golden trees, and the dull, distant rumour of feverish London waits on the still night air. The lights of Hyde Park Corner blaze like some monster, gilded constellation, shaming the dingy stars. And across the east, there flares a sky-sign, a gaudy crimson arabesque. And all the air hangs draped in the mysterious sumptuous splendour of a murky London night.

I'm gonna drown myself in the lost rivers of London

I am gonna drown myself in the lost rivers of London

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17.05.2005 в 20:15

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The rapid speech before the main lyrics is a repeat of the first section ("Now you've absorbed ... gonna do?"

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Now you've absorbed it into your system

Now that you've allowed it to be true

Now that you've neutralised it, made it safe, made it yours

Now that you've been photographed, recorded

What are you gonna do?

What are you gonna do?

Is it so unsafe when you are

Insecure in the space where you are?

Is it so, really so,

Is it more real?

Is it more yours?

Is it more yours?

Is it more real, for you,

Than it is for him or me?

And the people who perceive it

Repeat it, distort it, improve it, update it

Slightly change it

And these people believe it

And write it all up for you

And is it more real?

And is it more real?

Does it make it more yours,

Now you're recorded as having said it?

And being seen and done it

People have been seen to take notice

So empty

Is it so awful to be seen to feel and fail?

Overheard and noted to authenticate his story

An unsafe male trait

You know what they say

That empty vessels ring true, like bells

Make the most noise

The ink is still wet

In this case, the medium is not

Is it so unsafe when you are

Insecure in the space where you are?

Is it so, really so, unsafe you can't let

Let go?

Is it so unsafe when you are

Insecure in the space where you are?

What are you going to do if they don't believe you?

What are you going to do if they don't believe you?

What are you gonna do?

What are you going to do if they don't believe you?

What are you going to do if they don't believe you?

What are you going to do if they don't believe you?

What are you going to do if they don't believe you?

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17.05.2005 в 20:15

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Sewn Open (Coil & Zos Kia)

- Right: pretend it's real so that we can get it down.

- Okay.

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17.05.2005 в 20:16

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S is for Sleep

S is for silence

S is for sleep

Fears soaked in secrets

Dreams that we keep

Lost between 'were' and 'shall be'

Here are we both, cruel and in ruins

Walking into the centre of a circle of animals

Exhaustion is the signal

To start the slide of secrets

Dead letters fall from our shedding skins

Planting history in expanses of mud

Here is completion

Here is compulsion

Here is another rosebud

To darken the blood

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17.05.2005 в 20:17

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Coil lyrics

This is my collection of lyrics and vocal samples from tracks by Coil, a group of experimental musicians.

Lyrics are listed alphabetically by track title. Please mail eCL4.org with corrections and additions.

I Am Angie Bowie (Sine Waves) (Coil Live Four) - I Don't Want To Be The One - I Don't Want To Be The One (Coil Live Four) - Is Suicide A Solution? - Kala - The Last Rites of Spring (Coil Live Four) - Light Shining Darkly - Lorca Not Orca - Lost Rivers of London - Love's Secret Domain - Madriiax - Magnetic North - Metal in the Head - Montecute - MU-UR - North - Omlagus Garfungiloops - Ostia (The Death of Pasolini) - Ostia (The Death of Pasolini) (Coil Live Four) - Panic - Panic (12" Version) - Paranoid Inlay - pHILM #1 (vox) - Poisons - Queens of the Circulating Library - Red Queen - Refusal of Leave to Land - Restless Day - Rosa Decidua - Scope - The Sea Priestess - Sewn Open - Sex With Sun Ra (Part 1 - Saturnalia) - Sicktone - S is for Sleep - Slur - The Snow - The Snow (Answers Come In Dreams) - The Snow (Out in the Cold) - Solar Lodge - Something - The Spoiler - Strange Birds - Sun Ascension - Tainted Love - Teenage Lightning - Tenderness of Wolves - Things Happen - Tiny Golden Books - Titan Arch - Truth - Tudor Fruits - Tunnel of Goats - The Universe is a Haunted House (Coil Live Four) - The Wheel - Where Are You? - Who By Fire - Who'll Fall? - Who'll Tell? - Windowpane

Coil lyrics A-H ...

I Am Angie Bowie (Sine Waves) (Coil Live Four)

I am Angie Bowie

I am Angie Bowie... no! (repeated)

I Don't Want To Be The One

I don't want to be the one

When everyone has gone

When everyone is gone

I don't want to be the one

I don't want to be the one

I don't want to be the one

To see so far ahead

I have to live life looking back

To see the skies turn red

I don't want to be the one

To play this dangerous game

To find out why they came

I don't want to be the one

When everyone has gone

When everyone is gone

I don't want to be the one

I don't want to be the one

I don't want to be the one

I Don't Want To Be The One (Coil Live Four)

And the tiredness is still here

And the tiredness is still real

And the tiredness

I don't want to be the one (repeated)

To find out why they came

To play their stupid vicious games

I don't want to be the one

I don't want to be the one

To spend my life looking back

To see the skies turn black

I don't want to be the one

I don't want to be the one

I don't want to be the one (repeated)

Is Suicide A Solution?

See Who'll Fall?

Kala (Coil & Bill Laswell)

Lori Carson reads:

Dawn is the sacred hour

Dawn is the sacred hour

Saffron and rose-coloured it throws open the doors of the sky

Mists, like evil spirits, shrink and shrivel

Vanish into thin air

The sun pierces them through and through

It lights the recesses of cavelike shrines

Flashes on the brass and copper vessels of bathers in the river

Pure grace

Once the breath goes out, it's fit to burn

Your head

Your turban, artfully arranged, will adorn it

With the beaks of crows

Ah

Your bones will burn like tinder

Your hair will burn like hay

While Vishnu reclines on a serpent called Endless

Don't fear death; welcome it

Ahh

Ahh

Once the breath goes out, mmm

Once the breath goes out, it's fit to burn

Ahh

Ahh

Dawn is the sacred hour

World

Secular or social interests as distinguished from the religious or spiritual

Nah nah

Here's the cause of it all

It's a house of tricks

Life has slipped away

No-one is left on the road

And in each direction, the evening dark has come

Mah mah

(???... consecrates ...???... sacred threads ...???)

Here's the cause of it all

(It's a house of tricks)

It's a house of tricks

Ignore the world

Ignore the world

Ignore the world

Ahh

The Last Rites of Spring (Coil Live Four)

We are children

We are children

We are children

We are children of the dark sun

We are children

We are children

We are children of the black sun

We are children

We are children of the black sun

We are born

We are born

We are born under a black sun

We are children

We are children

And William Burroughs is hallucinating in space

And William Burroughs is hallucinating in space

Are we going in space?

Are we going in space?

And William Burroughs is hallucinating in space

The animal's saliva will survive

And the animal's saliva will survive

And the animal's saliva will survive

And the animal's saliva will survive

And as a human race

We are going deranged

We can be arranged

And the animal's saliva will survive

The saliva will survive

And the animal's saliva will survive

Saliva will survive

And the animal's saliva will survive (repeated)

And William Burroughs is hallucinating in space

And the animal's saliva will survive

And the animal's saliva will survive

And the animal's saliva will survive

And the spiral ??? will survive

...???...

And William Burroughs is hallucinating in space

And William Burroughs is hallucinating in space

Light Shining Darkly

No, I mean, I said earlier, I mean he was so vital and so alive that the fact that he wasn't there was - was unbelievable. And I was totally devastated ...???... picking up the pieces afterwards ...???... and, ah, it took me about a year to feel safe. I couldn't possibly think of anybody else other than John ...???... I think it's a dreadful, a dreadful thing.

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