Reed, Lou - The City In The Sea / Shadow Lyrics
Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city
Alone
In a strange city
Alone
Their shrines and palaces are not like ours
They do not tremble and rot
Eaten with time
Death has reared himself a throne
Lifted by forgotten winds
Resignedly beneath the sky
A crown of stars
In a strange city
Alone
A heaven God does not condemn
But the everlasting shadow
Makes mockery of it all
No holy rays come down
Lights from the lurid deep sea
Stream up the turrets silently
Up thrones, up arbors
Of sculpted ivy and stone flowers
Up domes, up spires
Kingly halls all are melancholy shrines
The columns, frieze and entablature
Chokingly shockingly intertwined
The mast the viol and the vine
Twisted
There amid no earthly moans
Hell rises from a thousand thrones
Does reverence to death
And death does give his undivided time
There are open temples
And graves on a level with the waves
Death looms and looks
Huge
Gigantic
There is a ripple
Now a wave
Towers thrown aside
Sinking in the dull tide
The waves glowing redder
The very hours losing their breath
All the cunning stars
Watching fitfully over night after night of
Matchless ........ sleep
Matched only with the whole of dream .......
The tell-tale beating of the heart
The ......... breath
The desire, the pose
One poses upon the precipice
To fall to run to dive to tumble to fall down
Down into the spiral down and then
One sees one's own death
One sees one committing murder or atrocious violent acts
And then across the shadow
Not of man or God
But the shadow resting upon the brazen doorway
There were seven of us there
Who saw the shadow as it came out from among the draperies
But we did not dare behold it
We looked down into the depths of the mirror of ebony
And the apparition spoke
"I am a shadow
And I dwell in the catacombs
Which border
The country of illusion
Hard by the dim plains of wishing"
And then did we start shuddering
Starting from our seats
Trembling
For the tones in the voice of the shadow
Were not the tones of any one man
But of a multitude of beings
And varying in their cadences
From syllable to syllable
Fell duskily upon our ears in the well
Remembered and familiar accents
Of a thousand departed friends
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Reed, Lou The City In The Sea / Shadow Comments
Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city
Alone
Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city
Alone
Their shrines and palaces are not like ours
They do not tremble and rot
Eaten with time
Death has reared himself a throne
Lifted by forgotten winds
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie
A crown of stars
In a strange city
Alone
A heaven God does not condemn,
But the everlasting shadow
Makes mockery of it all
No holy rays come down
Lights from the lurid deep sea
Stream up the turrets silently
Up thrones, up arbors
Of sculpted ivy and stone flowers
Up domes, up spires
Kingly halls all are melancholy shrines
The columns, frieze, and entablature
Chokingly, shockingly intertwined
The mast, the viol, and the vine twisted
There amid no earthly moans
Hell rises from a thousand thrones
Does reverence to death
And death does give his undivided time
There are open temples
And graves on a level with the waves
Death looms and looks
Huge,
Gigantic
There is a ripple,
Now a wave
Towers thrown aside
Sinking in the dull tide
The waves growing redder,
The very hours losing their breath
Oh, the cunning stars
Watching fitfully over night after night of matchless, wretched sleep
Matched only with the horror of the dream unfolding
The tell-tale beating of the heart
The suffocating breath,
The desire, the pose
One poses upon the precipice
To fall, to run, to dive, to tumble, to fall down
Down into the spiral, down and then
One sees one's own death
One sees one committing murder or atrocious violent acts
And then a cursed the shadow
Not of man or God
But a shadow resting upon the brazen doorway
There were seven of us there
Who saw the shadow as it came out from among the draperies,
But we did not dare behold it
We looked down into the depths of the mirror of ebony
And the apparition spoke,
"I am a shadow
And I dwell in the catacombs
which border the country of illusion hard by the dim plains of wishing"
And then did we start shuddering,
Starting from our seats,
Trembling
For the tones in the voice of the shadow were not the tones of any one man
But of a multitude of beings
And varying in their cadences
From syllable to syllable
Fell duskily upon our ears in the well-remembered and familiar accents of a thousand departed friends
good stuff to blast on your porch on Halloween