Both as a standalone and as part of the DSOTS album, you can take this lyric as read. As a matter of public record, Jourgensen's drug intake was legendary even in the 1980s. By the late 90s, in his own words, he was grappling with massive addiction issues and had lost almost everything: friends, spouse, money and had nearly died more than once. "Dark Side of the Spoon" is a both funny & sad title for an album made by a musical genius who was losing the plot; and this song is a message to his fans & friends saying he knows it. It's painful to listen to so I'm glad the "Keith Richards of industrial metals" wised up and cleaned up. Well done sir.
We rise with the sun in the underworld
We suffer from a graveless name
We prise wide lids
And wounds with lips curled
Over teeth that have tasted shame
Cemetery and sundown
Against the flora of nightfall
We gather like the fauna of war
To curse aurora so spiteful
With her stake in the coming of dawn
To conjure forth the past
Those heady night of pain resplendent
In the service of the goddess of death
When her sheets ran royalty red
Moons lengthen our crypt kept silhouettes
Shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent
Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter, spent
On upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness
We walk this eden, a secret
Faces hidden under leonine pride
In dusk's embrace
We find it hard to keep it
When blood and lust and waking worlds collide
Too long have we skulked like drifters
In the cities of the neon sun
Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters
Mona lisas where the paint has run
I miss our glorious past
Our nightly flights on fear dependent
Like phantoms in the caves for miss christine
When the song bird broke her neck
Wolves howl their foghound serenades
Churches arch their backs with balustrades
Praise be to the shedding of masquerades
When we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid
Of the covenant made. ....
Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat
There is murder in the thirst
Rich red vascular tapestries
Hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep
In dreams where themes of hestiality
Are a blessing on their sunday sheep
Sermons hang a black gown
Over cemetery and sundown
Now the clock is harrying midnight
And the ghost of yet to come
Will she show rewrites of dark delight
Over the sewers we've overrun?
I see a winter palace
Cut diamonds at a porcelain neck
When swan lake crushed poor sanity's spirit
As I threw to it bled
We rise with the sun in the underworld
We suffer from a graveless name
We prise wide lids
And wounds with lips curled
Over teeth that have tasted shame
We walk this eden, a secret
Faces hidden under leonine pride
In dusk's embrace
We find it hard to keep it
When blood and lust and waking world collide
We suffer from a graveless name
We prise wide lids
And wounds with lips curled
Over teeth that have tasted shame
Cemetery and sundown
Against the flora of nightfall
We gather like the fauna of war
To curse aurora so spiteful
With her stake in the coming of dawn
To conjure forth the past
Those heady night of pain resplendent
In the service of the goddess of death
When her sheets ran royalty red
Moons lengthen our crypt kept silhouettes
Shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent
Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter, spent
On upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness
We walk this eden, a secret
Faces hidden under leonine pride
In dusk's embrace
We find it hard to keep it
When blood and lust and waking worlds collide
Too long have we skulked like drifters
In the cities of the neon sun
Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters
Mona lisas where the paint has run
I miss our glorious past
Our nightly flights on fear dependent
Like phantoms in the caves for miss christine
When the song bird broke her neck
Wolves howl their foghound serenades
Churches arch their backs with balustrades
Praise be to the shedding of masquerades
When we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid
Of the covenant made. ....
Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat
There is murder in the thirst
Rich red vascular tapestries
Hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep
In dreams where themes of hestiality
Are a blessing on their sunday sheep
Sermons hang a black gown
Over cemetery and sundown
Now the clock is harrying midnight
And the ghost of yet to come
Will she show rewrites of dark delight
Over the sewers we've overrun?
I see a winter palace
Cut diamonds at a porcelain neck
When swan lake crushed poor sanity's spirit
As I threw to it bled
We rise with the sun in the underworld
We suffer from a graveless name
We prise wide lids
And wounds with lips curled
Over teeth that have tasted shame
We walk this eden, a secret
Faces hidden under leonine pride
In dusk's embrace
We find it hard to keep it
When blood and lust and waking world collide
Lyrics submitted by cradleoffilth1, edited by Kaosknife123
Cemetery and Sundown Lyrics as written by Daniel Lloyd Davey Charles Hedger
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
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I don't know if this is the REAL meaning, but this is what I got from the song and given the diversity between meanings I'm slightly uneasy about sharing, but I quit caring 10 minutes ago. I believe it's about those of us that are different from the "in-crowd" and how the day we stand up will be a glorious day for all. I'll break some of it down:
"When blood and lust and waking worlds collide Waking worlds collide" It's speaking of WHEN the two groups clash, both groups have lived together under unfair ruling and in the future they will clash for a more just cause (aka- the people who are different and the "normal" people go into all-out war (I'm not speaking of literal war of course))
"Too long have we skulked like drifters In the cities of the neon sun Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters Mona Lisa's where the paint has run" It's saying, we've dealt with this crap way to long it's time to stand up as one unified army. I believe the 3rd and 4th lines are describing those of us who are different.
"Churches arch their backs with balustrades Praise be to the shedding of masquerades When we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid" Interp- The group as a whole will do this on their own they will need no other group's assistance. We are unveiling the truth and showing these "normal" people exactly what they are. We'll be ruthless in the war.
"Now the clock is harrying midnight And the ghost of yet-to-come Will she show rewrites of dark delight" Interp- We will rewrite the past with the future.
I know I left several stanzas out, but I have a life too you know! I got the main parts and explained how I found my interpretation. If you like my interpretation, fine, if you don't like it, deal with it.