Letra da Música Origin of the World de David Keenan

I'm singing this song in an act of rebellion
But if I wear a white shirt
will my appearance seem clean?
I've emptied my skull of stale symbolism
From my fingers I scrubbed you
like a nicotine stain

Craving some daylight and the sobering cold
Oh‚ I have heard of that deity
from a yarn I've been told
By an elder of our tribe
with the mind of a hunter
He'd the spirit of a bird
and the soul of an orphan
He released in me wisdom and happy endorphins


Wish me luck‚ I'm in trouble again
I'm in love with a woman friend

So I let out a whistle‚
and my hand came a yelping, yelping
Our Diana, she bathes
in that there pond beyond those ditches
I hear the Act of Contrition
from Christopher Hitchens
Sends the opium smoker off‚ off, off
to the astral plane

Then I move through the forest
while unraveling the linen
I had placed on my chiseled
and the well-worn blade
From her tongue and her teeth
I bear the marks of a slave


Wish me luck, I'm in trouble again
I'm in love with a woman friend

Being chased by this beast‚
how many young fellas died?
Poets digging their trenches have been buried
buried alive
By this clandestine creature
with the kill in her eyes

Though would Luna and Lupa
both be made from the den
If they gazed even once into the origin of man?
Ah, would Luna and Lupa be put to the sword
If they dared
even once touch the origin of the world?


Wish me luck, I'm in trouble again
I'm in love with a woman friend

Wish me luck, I'm in trouble
I'm in trouble again
I'm in love, I'm in love with a woman friend