Kayo Dot - The First Matter (Saturn In The Guise Of Sadness) Lyrics
A ghoul amongst the gravesThe poet bore his song into the forestAnd there was no moon, the moon was newA silver coin snatched from its purse by thievesDrank deeply of the night, down the path and through the treesHe trembled as he strove to findThe secret ancient grove mankindWas all too busy to desecrateWhere he wrote and wept and pretended to beThe only entity left in his beautiful worldHe bore his prize before him, his passion and his effortThe seed was dressed in the poet’s cloakOccult…Concealed…An infant spirited away by its wary watchful motherInto the chapel where he worshipped tree and coneAnd leaf and stoneThe swaying evergreens caressed himStroked his cheek, the fireflies blessed himHe used a sexton’s shovel and spadeTo dig a bed for the cowled thingThe thing that made the town afraidThat no one caused and no one madeThe nightingale poured out its dirgeTo accompany the funeralThe grave is dug, the seed is sownThe stars snuffed out, one by oneAnd as the morning crept ashoreA mound of earth on the forest floorWhere there was only moss the night before