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Salome LIVE

by Dendera Bloodbath

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1.
The Moon 03:13
How good to see the moon, a little piece of money A little silver flower cold and chaste Possessing beauty of a virgin, she has never defiled herself Abandoned herself to men like other goddesses Princess with a yellow veil, white doves fly on feet of silver She hides her face behind her fan Little white dove hands, little white butterflies Little white butterflies, narcissus trembling in the wind Oh how strange the moon looks, a woman rising from the tomb Bony hand covers with a shroud, she seeks only dead things She is a madwoman and naked too, seeking everywhere for lovers She reels through the clouds, a drunken fool No, the moon is the moon and that is all
2.
Revelator 02:05
I hear in the palace the beating of wings A mighty chill wind of the Angel of Death Behold the Lord hath come, the Son of Man is at hand Rejoice not O Palestine, smiting rod is broken Sun dims to deepest black, moon darkens to blood Stars from the heavens shall fall like green figs to the earth Who is this in purple raiment, shining beautiful in robes Walking mighty in his greatness, scarlet stain upon his clothes Angel of Almighty God, what dost thou here with thy sword Day of the Lord is at hand his feet thunder cross the globe Solitary places blossom exposed, rulers tremble with fear Get thee behind me, get thee behind me I hear in the palace the beating of wings of the Angel of Death
3.
This prophet he is not an old man, in fact he is quite young Speaking terrible things of my mother, in an uncommon tongue I desire to speak with him His eyes above all are terrible, burnt by torches in a tapestry of Tyre Black caverns harboring demons, black lakes troubled by fantastic moons I must look at him closer How wasted he is, like a thin ivory statue He is chaste as the moon, flesh as cold, cold as silver You must bring him to me
4.
Daughter of Sodom, come not near me, cover thy head with a veil Smear ashes upon thy face, get thee to the desert, and seek out the Son of Man Is he as beautiful as thou art Iokannan? I am amorous of thy body, a field of white lilies never mown White as the mountains of Judea, capped with snow Not the roses of the Queen, nor the moon against the sea There is nothing so white, suffer me to touch thy body Speak not to me, Jezebel, Delilah, I answer only to the Lord God Thy body is hideous as a sarcophagus It is of thy hair I am enamored, like black clusters of juicy grapes Robbers and lions sheltered in cedar's shade, a long black night when the moon hides her face Just before dawn when the stars are afraid, silence of the forest nowhere as black When sleep overtakes and the mouth lies slack Suffer me to touch thy hair Back Daughter of Sodom, touch me not! Profane not the temple of the Lord God. Horrible, like a crown of thorns upon thy head It is not thy hair it is thy mouth I crave Pomegranate juice stains the ivory blade, heralding of trumpets making enemies afraid Redder than the arcs of blood a lion being slain, vermilion or coral, a gash of red paint Two slabs of meat upon a silver plate Suffer me to kiss thy mouth Never! Daughter of Babylon! Daughter of Sodom! I will kiss thy mouth, Iokannan, I will kiss thy mouth
5.
Salome, come drink a little wine with me, Caesar sent it himself Come dip into it thy little red lips that I may drain the cup I love to see in a fruit the mark of thy little teeth Bite but a little of this fruit and I'll have the rest to eat Salome, come sit here beside me upon your mother's throne You are so pale, do you feel ill? Don't leave me here alone Will you dance for me, Salome? Daughter of Herodias dance for me! Will you dance for me, Salome? Dance for me
6.
The Syrian 03:09
I gave him a little box of perfumes and earrings wrought in silver A ring of agate he always wore upon his hand In the evening we would walk by the river, through the almond grove He used to tell me of Syria, his voice so soft and low I knew the moon was seeking a dead thing, but I knew not it was he whom she sought Why did I not hide him from her? In a cavern she would have found him not He was my brother, nearer to me even than a brother The young captain has slain himself Slain himself who was my friend
7.
Come near, Salome come nearer that I may pay thee thy fee I will grant thee what thy heart desires, I shall compensate thee royally Would that you bring me, on a silver charger, the head of Iokannan I have sworn an oath to my gods, this I know too well Half of my kingdom could be yours, ask of me something else Bring me the head of Iokannan I beg thee be not stubborn, I have loved thee too much Head and body separate is ill to look upon, perhaps an emerald from Caesar's clutch Bring me... I have looked at thee and ceased not this night, but I shall look at thee no more What of my white peacocks, gilded golden beaks, I have but a hundred and they're yours Bring me... Salome, think of what you're doing, this man may come from God If he dies perhaps some evil would befall me, Salome listen to me once more Bring me... Let her be given what she asks, of a truth she is her mother's child Oh surely some evil will befall someone, wherefore did I give my oath?
8.
The Kiss 04:47
I hear nothing, why does he not cry out? There is a silence, a terrible silence, I heard something hit the ground Je t'aime la bouche Iokannan, I will bite red lips like ripe fruit Je t'aime la bouche Iokannan, I will kiss thy mouth Thine eyes so full of rage and scorn, wherefore are they shut? Thy tongue, scarlet snake darting poison, the red viper stirs no more You spoke evil of me, as a harlot, a wanton woman Now I still live and thou art dead, thy head belongs to me I could throw it to the dogs, vultures circling overhead Thou wert the man I loved above all others, je t'aime la bouche Iokannan Nothing in the world so white as thy body, nothing on earth so black as thy hair In the whole world nothing so red as thy mouth, your voice a censer, perfuming the air Thou hast seen thy God, Iokannan, but I thou didst never see Still I hunger for your body, neither wine nor apples enough to eat I was a virgin, you took my virginity I was chaste, but your passion burned me I have kissed thy mouth Iokannan, a bitter taste on thy lips Was it blood or was it love? They say love hath a bitter taste The mystery of love greater than the mystery of Death

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released August 14, 2014

Virginia Bliss: Vocals, autoharp
Jonathan Beckner: Guitar
Lee Brownlow: Drums

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