TIAMAT - A DEEPER KIND OF SLUMBER:

TEONANACATL

Not far from where I live  They glance in morning breeze

As dividing tiny rays  A morning tries to seize

Greet me my proud little soldiers  Of brown, purple and Grey

Carry us on your shoulders  Carry us far away

If you begin to fall  Please have some more

You could stay at me place if you want  I'll sleep on the floor

In shades of purple cloth  They guide us to the light

With irresistible pride  To the feast they us invite

Greet me my proud little soldiers  Of brown, purple and Grey

Carry us on your shoulders  Carry us far away

If you begin to fall  Please have some more

You could stay at me place if you want  I'll sleep on the floor

( FOR LONG AND FAITHFUL SERVICE )

TRILLIOPN ZILLION CENTIPEDES

Kicks this cadent purity

Wraps this cadent purity

ATLANTIS AS A LOVER

Soothe my skin  My sweetness of soul

Your dream I dreamed  Dear wateringhole

A bride divine  In ruby eyed crown

Deep underneath  Your soft waterdown

I breathe in the fumes  Of oils unfathomed

With glory and pride  I confess myself doomed

You won again  Godly different kind

My air has ceased  o the deepest peace of mind

What it once ment  Is lost in the end

With profound words  Of just beeing friends

A timeglass you turned  Of hours getting late

How fatal then  Is all of your hate

I breathe in the fumes  Of oils unfathomed

With glory and pride  I confess myself doomed

You won again  Godly different kind

My air has ceased  o the deepest peace of mind

ALTERATION X 10

It comes smoothly at start  Stirs gently in the colour pot

Centrifuge  Restore amends  For every spiralchange

A snowflake bride  A heroine

(- - - Heroin, psylocybin, mescaline, psilocin, fucking oxytocin bitch)

A quark resolution of god  An angel in powder snow

Symmetrical asymmetry  A new-born star of logic  A new-born star of magic

Take a short-wave frequency ride  ( Any you like)

What you believe in, You'll find  Close your eyes to see

This will take awhile. . . . . . . .  I wipe the steamy window lustre

Today I'll attend a new planet earth  After you sir...

ONLY IN MY TEARSE IT LASTS

Overhead my spirit flies  In plasticide and crimson skies

Whispering winds in moonlit wood  A toten oak once golden stood

How I wish that you were here  Before all flowers disappeared

We'd lay together in the sun  Before the mindrape had begun

Now stones are falling from my hands  Are shaking all my

Beloved land . . . . . . .  A watery glimse back on my past  And only in my tears it lasts

THE WHORES OF BABYLON

Everything they do and say  Might even fool a clover mind

Just won't forget their price to pay  As silk betrays and truth unwinds

Cling, cling to your mind, my words  Never trust a foreign race

All the sweetness you have heard  Has put your soul in carbon haze

Everything they do and say  Might even fool a clover mind

Just won't forget their price to pay  As silk betrays and truth unwinds

Cling, cling to shattered nerves  To the Queen you did adore

Has turned to stiff ebonite curves  In scarlet waves on distant shore

Everything they do and say  Might even fool a clover mind

Just won't forget their price to pay  As silk betrays and truth unwinds

PHANTASMA DE LUXE

This dole crowned gallows me  As this mere walk-in hallowed be

Whereupon I trick and train and tire  To limn my umbered love in fire

Before this noble mare bewrays  As I clearly see it all decays

In debile coil of smoke suspires  Ay our last orison quickens as we

Are drumbling near this poize of free  Quell me maculate slowly dyer

Case my remains with sharpened brier  Atone me to my throes curtail

To dim and dire fields I Vail  And my eale's but a slumbering lier

Then so lingered here but none  To buckle back what had begun

In molten aeons caged desire  Dared phantasma us much higher

Ceased to milch the clover flower  either raindrops nor my love

Shall restore what has been done  When we're all keeled in freezing sun . . . . . . .

MOUNT MARILYN

The threne my love that opens now  In cattle blood of aery brow

Con that life's a dream not to affy  As embodied matter love will die

You twinkle still in Argentine  When I palmy dout the rapid din

To force the mure, the pain I hide  As you're not longer by my side

Mazed I helmed this crater deem  Stranger than a stranger seems

Wished to shroud the sortance leer  And yarely wink the eyes of fear

Splay the moon that foolish be  And let the sunshine

Revin me beyond the love I do behold  A ken I saw, a fane of gold

I'd peize in pounds our insane blend  And Phantom laid a smile I send

Eke an ounce of purple  Fire and fairy eyes no longer twire

Would fain to stalk the colour fields  But tickle I shall stark lonely yield

Merely in drowning water clay  As anguish wears but shades of grey

To retain the chains of elder squire  I'd prune the funeral skies denier

Once in awhile he still appeals  To remind you all it's still

For real breathing smoke and fire  But the face of evil that haunted us

Was never ever present thus  The cupid rainbow ties an orb  In which every demon shall absorb

Do you think I care?  . . . . . . . . Do you really think I care ?

A DEEPER KIND OF SLUMBER

Robin Goodfellow  Dianae, my muse  Morpheus in my Heart

Your sand in my veins  It's deeper kind of slumber  What is universe anyway

But a pouch of silver coins  The intense breathing  Of a dying animal

A foreboding of afterlife  Master keys in oaken chest  The somewhere is mine

And from there I'll continue  All I asked for was a little love  Meet me on the other side

Where as a rose I will wake  Though blind I follow every step you take

Dianae, my muse  Dianae, my solitude  Cease to exist, rise to exist no more

It's a deeper kind of slumber . . . . . . .

TIAMAT & FRIENDS:

JOHAN ENGLUND - vocals, guitar, keybords, theremin

THOMAS PETERSSON - electric and acoustic guitars

ANDERS IWERS - bass

LARS SKÖLD - drums

Violin & cello by the - INCHTABOKATABLES - COURTESY OF K & P MUSIC

Gitar by - SAMI YLI-SIRNIÖ

Flute by - ERTUGRUL CORUK

Oboe by - ANKE EILHARDT

Additional vocals by - BIRGIT ZACHER

Additional keys by - DIRK DRAEGER

All Music and lyrics written by - JOHAN ENGLUND; Produced by DIRK DRAEGER;

Co-Produced by - JOHAN ENGLUND

Recorded at Woodhouse Studios, Hagen JAN. - MARS 1997  Enginered by DIRK DRAEGER and SIGGI BEMM; mixed and mastered by SIGGI BEMM  Pre-Produced in STUDIO WILDHONEY and BRUCKE 3.

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