What Are You Listening To Right Now?

Again tonight I sang a song, a prayer if you will
Fell to the floor on blackened knees, and all the trees fell still
Press my hands between my thighs, and poured the thistle milk
Begged the thunder bolts to strike and mark me as alive

All the lilies on the hill
All the lilies on the hill
All the lilies on the hill
Scented the light

And so I finished up my prayer, rose slowly and I stared
But I was empty as a grave and ghostless was the air
Laid back to bed and dulled my eyes and searched those fruitless skies
Again begged the thunder bolt to strike to mark me or else I will die

All the lilies on the hill
All the lilies on the hill
All the lilies on the hill
Scented the night

And in the second before I sleep
And in the second before I sleep

Did I believe what I did see?
Did I believe what came to me?

Appeared a figure of a man
Waving upon the hill
To the window I ran
And saw what he had sent
Children of a private world
To be conceived in milk
Hundred marching to my door
All bringing dreams to drink

Thank God I'm alive!
Thank God I'm alive!

All the lilies on the hill
All the lilies on the hill
All the lilies on the hill
Scented the night

Goddamn' Europeans!
Take me back to beautiful England
& the grey, damp filthiness of ages,
& battered books
fog rolling down behind the mountains,
& on the graveyards, and dead sea-captains.

Let me walk through the stinking alleys
to the music of drunken beatings,
past the Thames River, glistening like gold
hastily sold for nothing.
nothing!

Let me watch night fall on the river,
the moon rise up and turn to silver,
the sky move,
the ocean shimmer,
the hedge shake,
the last living rose
quiver.