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jim caroll - work, not play كلمات أغنية

the bell rings . . .
it’s a decade past my decadence
my beast wears rings and he’s waiting
in the shadows of my hesitations, my silent
hesitations . . . each image is so clear;
it seems i have no hands
the gestures of the air confuse all my demands

and the beast hears the bell; he comes
out of the shadows. he rips apart the shadows . . .
and he says:

“this is work and not play”
and he says:
“there’s always more than one way . . .
this is work not play”

refrain:
i see the ghosts of my childhood . . .
dressed in blue, they trail me in the night
they drive these cars with real upholstery
they trail me until . . . here comes the night

she was standing, standing on the balcony
her black, black eyes folded over her eyelids
like sheets on motel beds . . .
she must be eatin’ reds
this place is filled with mirrors
it echoes what she said
and she said:

“i need a judgement day”and she said:
“i know there’s more than one way,
but i want my judgement day . . .”

repeat refrain

to sleep without dreams
so distant from the mirror
imitating clarity, disguising
all the terror . . . i heard a thousand bells
from a thousand old cathedrals
they rang . . . i haven’t heard them since
a decade past my decadence
the beast hears the bell

i’m cursed to be a singer
a singer of the flames
a thinker of a fire
and a son without a name

- jim caroll

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