JD BELLAMY'S 'MIDAS IN THE THORN' (after Jim Morrison's  & The Doors 'Riders on the Storm')

 

 

Midas in the Thorn, Midas in the Thorn
as a gilded state of thieves or a man denied at seed,
Midas in the Thorn will drink fawns
Destruction summons night, dementia summons light;
if we let love's angels run,
no god of truth may come;
Midas in the Thorn, wrought & burned in scorn
There's a sermon in the come, there's a sermon in the guns
if we live by do or die, no heirs of law may fly,
if we suffer for death's drug,
red moons shall groove above;
Midas in the Thorn, wrought & burned in scorn.
Lady Loss or Lady Grey, Lady Loss or Lady Grey?
Though the Kings of Motion mourn,
no ocean strikes the dawn;
Midas in the Thorn, wrought & burned in scorn.
Midas in the Thorn, wrought & burned in fawns
in the moon, tombed semen flows, under tomb, crooned sigma grows;
Midas in the Thorn, wrought & burned in scorn,
Midas in the Thorn, Midas in the Thorn.
If we live by do or die, all winter loves must die,
Midas in the Thorn, wrought & burned in scorn,
Midas in the Thorn, Midas in the Thorn.
This wild world is snaped from fuck
This child word gets taped aside sweet cut
If we live by do or die, not one of us will form
If we suffer for blue tithes
Then family faces will fade aside naked plume-brides
Midas in the thorn, Midas in sweet sides
Midas in the thorn, wrought and burned in scorn
Midas in the thorn
Shadowers of milky statues must grow from demure rain
Gallowers of easy mind-shows must glow from sweet pain;
And idle swallowed haloers
Get laden with iron souls and silk-mirrors
and Midas has his gilded way
and Midas under figs will touch a golden grave
Midas in the Thorn
Midas in the Thorn.
Oh

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jdb 1999.