Album: Paradise Rising - 1992 <br />http://www.discogs.com/Death-In-June-Paradise-Rising/release/255808 <br />Lyrics: <br />Many blurred dead king's faces <br />Move photolike through time's gape and gauge <br />The dull drum's thud and drone <br />Is not heroic battlebeat <br />This is the grey clock's cog <br />There are not the banners of heroes <br />Or flags we should fly <br />These are not proud pennants <br />These are the clothes of prisoned mind <br />These stumps of man on boxes <br />Are not the vox or voces <br />Of god or gods <br />They are the forms of the breaths of dust <br />This is the great ocean of birth and death <br />Kye ma kya ma <br />Oh paradise <br />Never lost and not to be gained here <br />These are not the heroes <br />These are not more than drenched earthtops <br />These are not more than you or I <br />Listen: <br />I swear by the blank of the moon <br />(Under the archen stars I stand alone) <br />I swear by the spiting sttreaming sun <br />These cups of fire, of waterred scales <br />That cover our laughing round of spaces <br />Are nothing <br />Nothing <br />Like tho mouse with horns <br />A fable full of lightless dark <br />You are now to me the lost queen <br />The new age and her train moves on <br />Behind the smiling lips concealed <br />The clacking jaws of gummy rictus <br />Not motionless but motionless <br />The savourless lines of open lies <br />Proclaim: <br />"This is a bes <br />It shall ever be <br />Think of the things <br />That shall never be" <br />And our soul stalks empty hearted <br />Empty-handed <br />As it hangs its light <br />On hooks of symbols <br />Hooks of gods and goath and hooks of crooks <br />You must know: this is not paradise <br />Father time spins on and grins and skips his <br />Scythe <br />Over our flowered heads <br />And takes us to the muddy house <br />Of dreamless sleep <br />Oh this is not paradise <br />All the empty buildings clutching <br />Bags of pain and bone and skin <br />Masks of despair and waterbruns <br />The bells ring out and make no sense <br />They make the skies bend <br />Through you wait for me <br />This is not paradise <br />(Through you wait for me) <br />This is not paradise...