Pictures in a Mirror
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โฑ๏ธ 10:46 duration
๐ ID: 11845049
๐ Lyrics
Deep in the hollow jail
Sleeps Lord Randall
The mixed voices speak of bread
And of sheets that were scarlet
and blue are at his head
His heart like a cat drowns in a well
He thinks of all the girls he will not love
He thinks not of the future or of the past
Blue lightning spikes the hills above the sea
Where Kasa's ship sets
sail for otherwhere
There stands the chief with
gold on his hair
Two fingers thick each link of coiled ore
Speaks to his white skinned
wife she answers not
He hurls his question angry to the gulls
His wife strikes her mouth
with a skull like sound
The bleeding image of her loss
revolves above her mind
With every line in its design
an accusing eye
That pierces Kasa's soul
The slaves row on beneath
the dragon flag
His heart recoils recall his red-haired son
Beneath the burning walls
that he razed down
His wife and he speak not
as wine is brought
A cup that seethes like the
black blood of wolves
His wife's dagger is hidden in her dress
He drinks joyless to a dark sleep
The gaoler bangs the iron door
Lord Randall wakes in pain
He shakes his shackles
in the beaten gloom
The blood of his wounds is hard as coal
The gaoler leads him out
upon the blinding bright stair
He feels uneven turf beneath his feet
The priest intones, the sword
falls on his neck
The pain is boiling cold
They lay him in the tomb
at the break of day
They close the earthen door
upon his clay
The birds are plucking worms
from the ground
Their feathers grey as mist
on a cloudy morn
Foresters burn branches
from the sleeping trees
The white sun turns to stone
His mother lies in her labor
Nine days long
She called on Saint Bridget in her time
I looked out on the room of mv birth
With hangings rich of
many strange designs
Nobles stand with their wine
cups in the room
Saluting me and she the King's queen
Already I am forgetting who I am
Already I've forgotten who I've been
My mother lifts me up
to her huge soft breast
Her nipple like a berry both
hard and brown
Her eyes look on me like waves of the sea
And with small lips
the yellow milk I draw.
Sleeps Lord Randall
The mixed voices speak of bread
And of sheets that were scarlet
and blue are at his head
His heart like a cat drowns in a well
He thinks of all the girls he will not love
He thinks not of the future or of the past
Blue lightning spikes the hills above the sea
Where Kasa's ship sets
sail for otherwhere
There stands the chief with
gold on his hair
Two fingers thick each link of coiled ore
Speaks to his white skinned
wife she answers not
He hurls his question angry to the gulls
His wife strikes her mouth
with a skull like sound
The bleeding image of her loss
revolves above her mind
With every line in its design
an accusing eye
That pierces Kasa's soul
The slaves row on beneath
the dragon flag
His heart recoils recall his red-haired son
Beneath the burning walls
that he razed down
His wife and he speak not
as wine is brought
A cup that seethes like the
black blood of wolves
His wife's dagger is hidden in her dress
He drinks joyless to a dark sleep
The gaoler bangs the iron door
Lord Randall wakes in pain
He shakes his shackles
in the beaten gloom
The blood of his wounds is hard as coal
The gaoler leads him out
upon the blinding bright stair
He feels uneven turf beneath his feet
The priest intones, the sword
falls on his neck
The pain is boiling cold
They lay him in the tomb
at the break of day
They close the earthen door
upon his clay
The birds are plucking worms
from the ground
Their feathers grey as mist
on a cloudy morn
Foresters burn branches
from the sleeping trees
The white sun turns to stone
His mother lies in her labor
Nine days long
She called on Saint Bridget in her time
I looked out on the room of mv birth
With hangings rich of
many strange designs
Nobles stand with their wine
cups in the room
Saluting me and she the King's queen
Already I am forgetting who I am
Already I've forgotten who I've been
My mother lifts me up
to her huge soft breast
Her nipple like a berry both
hard and brown
Her eyes look on me like waves of the sea
And with small lips
the yellow milk I draw.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[01:23.18] Deep in the hollow jail
[01:32.21] Sleeps Lord Randall
[01:43.96] The mixed voices speak of bread
[01:49.35] And of sheets that were scarlet
[02:09.26] and blue are at his head
[02:20.02] His heart like a cat drowns in a well
[02:33.65] He thinks of all the girls he will not love
[02:42.63] He thinks not of the future or of the past
[02:50.72] Blue lightning spikes the hills above the sea
[02:59.84] Where Kasa's ship sets
[03:02.50] sail for otherwhere
[03:12.40] There stands the chief with
[03:16.91] gold on his hair
[03:19.62] Two fingers thick each link of coiled ore
[03:26.93] Speaks to his white skinned
[03:28.79] wife she answers not
[03:34.18] He hurls his question angry to the gulls
[03:41.37] His wife strikes her mouth
[03:44.95] with a skull like sound
[03:48.50] The bleeding image of her loss
[03:52.23] revolves above her mind
[03:55.84] With every line in its design
[03:59.46] an accusing eye
[04:03.09] That pierces Kasa's soul
[04:11.18] The slaves row on beneath
[04:12.90] the dragon flag
[04:17.59] His heart recoils recall his red-haired son
[04:24.76] Beneath the burning walls
[04:26.55] that he razed down
[04:33.79] His wife and he speak not
[04:37.39] as wine is brought
[04:39.13] A cup that seethes like the
[04:40.90] black blood of wolves
[04:45.56] His wife's dagger is hidden in her dress
[04:49.19] He drinks joyless to a dark sleep
[05:18.07] The gaoler bangs the iron door
[05:38.79] Lord Randall wakes in pain
[06:03.14] He shakes his shackles
[06:08.50] in the beaten gloom
[06:15.81] The blood of his wounds is hard as coal
[06:31.19] The gaoler leads him out
[06:32.91] upon the blinding bright stair
[06:37.52] He feels uneven turf beneath his feet
[06:42.90] The priest intones, the sword
[06:46.53] falls on his neck
[06:49.25] The pain is boiling cold
[07:10.00] They lay him in the tomb
[07:12.72] at the break of day
[07:16.32] They close the earthen door
[07:19.95] upon his clay
[07:24.42] The birds are plucking worms
[07:27.16] from the ground
[07:30.70] Their feathers grey as mist
[07:33.59] on a cloudy morn
[07:38.05] Foresters burn branches
[07:41.68] from the sleeping trees
[07:46.19] The white sun turns to stone
[08:06.05] His mother lies in her labor
[08:08.74] Nine days long
[08:12.34] She called on Saint Bridget in her time
[08:19.54] I looked out on the room of mv birth
[08:26.84] With hangings rich of
[08:28.68] many strange designs
[08:34.04] Nobles stand with their wine
[08:36.71] cups in the room
[08:41.27] Saluting me and she the King's queen
[08:49.32] Already I am forgetting who I am
[08:55.72] Already I've forgotten who I've been
[09:02.94] My mother lifts me up
[09:08.36] to her huge soft breast
[09:29.17] Her nipple like a berry both
[09:38.20] hard and brown
[09:56.28] Her eyes look on me like waves of the sea
[10:10.62] And with small lips
[10:17.02] the yellow milk I draw.
[10:29.68]
[01:32.21] Sleeps Lord Randall
[01:43.96] The mixed voices speak of bread
[01:49.35] And of sheets that were scarlet
[02:09.26] and blue are at his head
[02:20.02] His heart like a cat drowns in a well
[02:33.65] He thinks of all the girls he will not love
[02:42.63] He thinks not of the future or of the past
[02:50.72] Blue lightning spikes the hills above the sea
[02:59.84] Where Kasa's ship sets
[03:02.50] sail for otherwhere
[03:12.40] There stands the chief with
[03:16.91] gold on his hair
[03:19.62] Two fingers thick each link of coiled ore
[03:26.93] Speaks to his white skinned
[03:28.79] wife she answers not
[03:34.18] He hurls his question angry to the gulls
[03:41.37] His wife strikes her mouth
[03:44.95] with a skull like sound
[03:48.50] The bleeding image of her loss
[03:52.23] revolves above her mind
[03:55.84] With every line in its design
[03:59.46] an accusing eye
[04:03.09] That pierces Kasa's soul
[04:11.18] The slaves row on beneath
[04:12.90] the dragon flag
[04:17.59] His heart recoils recall his red-haired son
[04:24.76] Beneath the burning walls
[04:26.55] that he razed down
[04:33.79] His wife and he speak not
[04:37.39] as wine is brought
[04:39.13] A cup that seethes like the
[04:40.90] black blood of wolves
[04:45.56] His wife's dagger is hidden in her dress
[04:49.19] He drinks joyless to a dark sleep
[05:18.07] The gaoler bangs the iron door
[05:38.79] Lord Randall wakes in pain
[06:03.14] He shakes his shackles
[06:08.50] in the beaten gloom
[06:15.81] The blood of his wounds is hard as coal
[06:31.19] The gaoler leads him out
[06:32.91] upon the blinding bright stair
[06:37.52] He feels uneven turf beneath his feet
[06:42.90] The priest intones, the sword
[06:46.53] falls on his neck
[06:49.25] The pain is boiling cold
[07:10.00] They lay him in the tomb
[07:12.72] at the break of day
[07:16.32] They close the earthen door
[07:19.95] upon his clay
[07:24.42] The birds are plucking worms
[07:27.16] from the ground
[07:30.70] Their feathers grey as mist
[07:33.59] on a cloudy morn
[07:38.05] Foresters burn branches
[07:41.68] from the sleeping trees
[07:46.19] The white sun turns to stone
[08:06.05] His mother lies in her labor
[08:08.74] Nine days long
[08:12.34] She called on Saint Bridget in her time
[08:19.54] I looked out on the room of mv birth
[08:26.84] With hangings rich of
[08:28.68] many strange designs
[08:34.04] Nobles stand with their wine
[08:36.71] cups in the room
[08:41.27] Saluting me and she the King's queen
[08:49.32] Already I am forgetting who I am
[08:55.72] Already I've forgotten who I've been
[09:02.94] My mother lifts me up
[09:08.36] to her huge soft breast
[09:29.17] Her nipple like a berry both
[09:38.20] hard and brown
[09:56.28] Her eyes look on me like waves of the sea
[10:10.62] And with small lips
[10:17.02] the yellow milk I draw.
[10:29.68]