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Tragic Kingdom Lyrics
Here sat Babylon
Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
Like a curse upon
This tragic kingdom...
Dusk descended like a final curtain
On this stage only death was certain
singing through the turrets
like a velvet serenade
Played near a grave
Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom
Of a red setting sun and a bloodletting moon
Applauded, then accorded them
Portents of doom
Almost too soon...
They pissed upon the winds
That rocked the cradles
laughing over those hovels grovelling to wolves
They kissed and sinned
Under overstocked tables
As the world Outside grew sodden and mauled
Here sat Babylon
Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
Like a curse upon
This tragic kingdom...
Gilles sat sipping absinthe
From a goblet made of bone
As lightning ripped and danced upon
The flagstones
Wayward fantasies marched on home
Now the treetops bowed to whisper
In a thin Disney veneer
They knew the howls so exquisitely honed
Were those of children, disappeared
They'd listen to the winds
Heard the murdered Abel
Re-christened in the stone jaws of Tiffauges
Where the list of sins
Grew beyond a fable
They now roared abroad, restless with debauch
Restless with debauch
This tragic kingdom
Would see God's angels walk...
Satanic, enigmatic
His black magic was ecstatic
Megalomanic in titanic displays
Dressed in the best
Wicked britches of the West
He cut a mourning figure in a glorious swathe
But all his nightmares would come true
Drowning in a stream of conscious pleasure
Here sat Babylon
Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
Like a curse upon
This tragic kingdom...
Like a curse upon
This tragic kingdom
The moon bleared through the skeletal trees
Averting her face from congenital deeds
Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved
About this place laced with demon seed
Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies
Exonerated him from Gilles' crimes
Announced his fears, one night of sighs
A night for cursing nursery rhymes
In the light of the fire wrestling feckless shadows
(The tracks get blacker for this tragic kingdom)
Gilles' frightening wealth, his tightening grip
On the weak and the rubies that his coffers let slip
Steered to near ruin in successive years
Of the most excess and the best of it here
In the light of the fire wrestling reckless shadows.
Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
Like a curse upon
This tragic kingdom...
On this stage only death was certain
singing through the turrets
like a velvet serenade
Of a red setting sun and a bloodletting moon
Applauded, then accorded them
Portents of doom
That rocked the cradles
laughing over those hovels grovelling to wolves
Under overstocked tables
As the world Outside grew sodden and mauled
Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
Like a curse upon
This tragic kingdom...
From a goblet made of bone
As lightning ripped and danced upon
The flagstones
Wayward fantasies marched on home
In a thin Disney veneer
They knew the howls so exquisitely honed
Were those of children, disappeared
Heard the murdered Abel
Re-christened in the stone jaws of Tiffauges
Grew beyond a fable
They now roared abroad, restless with debauch
This tragic kingdom
Would see God's angels walk...
His black magic was ecstatic
Megalomanic in titanic displays
Dressed in the best
Wicked britches of the West
He cut a mourning figure in a glorious swathe
Drowning in a stream of conscious pleasure
Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
Like a curse upon
This tragic kingdom...
This tragic kingdom
Averting her face from congenital deeds
About this place laced with demon seed
Exonerated him from Gilles' crimes
Announced his fears, one night of sighs
A night for cursing nursery rhymes
In the light of the fire wrestling feckless shadows
On the weak and the rubies that his coffers let slip
Steered to near ruin in successive years
Of the most excess and the best of it here
In the light of the fire wrestling reckless shadows.
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After the death of Joan, Gille went mad, and if I can see this song chronologically, this is about his fortunes being squandered and seeking a way get his fortunes back. And then in the next song he finally meets prelati, the guy who introduces him to Baron
it's not, "drowning in a steam of unbound pleasure" it sounds more like unconcious or concious pleasure
it's not, "drowning in a steam of unbound pleasure" it sounds more like unconcious or concious pleasure
Oh, hey, you're right! I wrote this down from the mini-preview of the album Cradle put up before the release of "Godspeed on the Devil's Thunder." I should have paid more attention to it.
Oh, hey, you're right! I wrote this down from the mini-preview of the album Cradle put up before the release of "Godspeed on the Devil's Thunder." I should have paid more attention to it.
After the death of Joan, Gille went mad, and if I can see this song chronologically, this is about his fortunes being squandered and seeking a way get his fortunes back. And then in the next song he finally meets prelati, the guy who introduces him to Baron