The Cult of Ray — текст песни (Frank Black)

What is there to say ?

Still I can`t be silent

Hear the cult of ray

And you`ll be enlightened

People, they`re no fun

I saw raymond speak one time, he said hello

And as he opened up my mind, so fried and battered

I heard his words so very fine so high above this constant dripping chatter

Young sharks feeding on the scrapple

And upstarts feeding on your adam`s apple

And you can`t hear yourself in all this babble

And are you feeling role strain

Melting rock into metal

Melting rock into metal

Melting rock into metal again ?

In a dark place

In the deep sky

Is an old man

Is an old man

In a coffee can

And he`s waiting

In the old rain

In the dep sky

And he`s waiting

Hear the cult of ray

Fear the boy as tyrant

People have a way

When their mood is violent

People, they`re no fun

I have a century in mind, wait, oh no

At least two centuries in mind, say, it doesn`t matter

This rock is turning into sand while we are drowning here in our own shatter

You can`t eat dirt cause it tastes so awful

Like no sugar in your turkish coffee

And can`t smile cause I got me a mouthful

And i`ve been grinding this grain

Melting rock into metal

Melting rock into metal

Melting rock into metal again

In a dark place

In the deep water

Is an old man

In a coffee can

And he`s waiting

In the old rain