The Academy Of Sun - Charboy In The Cinders

CHARBOY IN THE CINDERS I met a dying artist by the yellow-reeded river, The clouds were stiff as bruises And the moon a prickling sliver. He muttered as the air got swallowed by the night, "It's frightening – but a painting only is complete When it's been struck by lightning." "The past, it seems so long ago The present is too strong, a woe The future, it is wrong to know So burn them all, Burn them all, burn them all..." And dowsing down the silver grove A charboy in the cinders – Wanking, wailing "I adore you", Waving tiny, sticky hands. The scent of mandragora And the filth all on his fingers, And his kerosene squeal peeling Out amongst the embers. And the tiny stain that lingers is An agonising cry across the land. Suddenly I have no religion – I am the latest version, Waiting for the first incision From a brand new, loving surgeon. Cut me up, tie me down, tie me off. Cut me up, tie me down, tie me off... The suspect resists rapture, Screaming "Boy, I'm going nowhere" Screaming "Boy, I'm going nowhere, And I hope to get there soon". He's a very skilful actor Nowhere quickly, nowhere soon Amidst the crying and the laughter Nowhere quickly, nowhere soon, Between the rabbit and the raptor, Nowhere quickly, nowhere soon. Between the captive and his captor Nowhere quickly, nowhere soon. Between the shafted and the shafter Nowhere quickly, nowhere soon. He's a very skilful actor Nowhere quickly, nowhere soon Nowhere soon Nowhere soon...