AHH! its not an undecipheralbe whisper! its De Profundis Clamavi (Baudelaire) and it goes like this:
O my sole love, I pray thee pity me
From out this dark gulf where my poor heart lies,
A baren world hemmed in by leaden skies
Where horror flies at night, and blasphemy.
For half the year the sickly sun is seen,
The other half thick night lies on the land,
A country bleaker than the polar strand;
No beasts, no brooks, nor any shred of green.
There never was a horror which surpassed
This icy sun's cold cruelty,
(and davey sings "beyond and to all time i stand" again and after he's done it finished with the rest)
and this vast
Night like primeval Chaos; would I were
Like the dumb brutes, who in a secret lair
Lie wrapt in stupid slumber for a space...
Time creeps at so burdensome a pace.
AHH! its not an undecipheralbe whisper! its De Profundis Clamavi (Baudelaire) and it goes like this:
O my sole love, I pray thee pity me From out this dark gulf where my poor heart lies, A baren world hemmed in by leaden skies Where horror flies at night, and blasphemy.
For half the year the sickly sun is seen, The other half thick night lies on the land, A country bleaker than the polar strand; No beasts, no brooks, nor any shred of green.
There never was a horror which surpassed This icy sun's cold cruelty,
(and davey sings "beyond and to all time i stand" again and after he's done it finished with the rest)
and this vast Night like primeval Chaos; would I were
Like the dumb brutes, who in a secret lair Lie wrapt in stupid slumber for a space... Time creeps at so burdensome a pace.