[Lou] This' hey... a song from our first album. It has turned unintelligible, and very well maybe... It's called The Black Angel's Death Song.
The myriad choices of his fate
set themselves out upon a plate for him to choose
What had he to lose
Not a ghost-bloodied country all covered with sleep
where the black angel did weep
not an old city street in the east
Gone to choose
And wandering's brother walked on through the night
with his hair, in his face
long a long splintered cut from the knife
Of G.T.
The Rally Man's patter ran on through the dawn
Until we said so long to his skull
Shrill yell
Shining brightly, red-rimmed and red-lined with the time
effused with the choice
of the mind on ice skates scraping chunks
From the bells
Cut mouth bleeding razors forget in the pain
antiseptic remains coo goodbye
So you fly to the cozy brown snow of the east
Gone to choose, choose again
Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget
where you come from
the stools of your eyes serve to realize pain
Choose again
And Roberman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse
for the loss of a horse
went the bowels in the tail of a rat
Come again, choose to go
And if epiphanies terror reduced you to shame
have your head bobbed and weaved
choose a side
To be on
If the stone glances off split didactics in two
lay the color of the mouse trails
all's green try between, if you choose
If you choose, try to lose
for the loss of remain come and start
Start the game
I chi-chi, chi-chi I
chi-chi-chi, ka-ta-ko, choose to choose
choose to choose, choose to go
The myriad choices of his fate
set themselves out upon a plate for him to choose
What had he to lose
Not a ghost-bloodied country all covered with sleep
where the black angel did weep
not an old city street in the east
Gone to choose
And wandering's brother walked on through the night
with his hair, in his face
long a long splintered cut from the knife
Of G.T.
The Rally Man's patter ran on through the dawn
Until we said so long to his skull
Shrill yell
Shining brightly, red-rimmed and red-lined with the time
effused with the choice
of the mind on ice skates scraping chunks
From the bells
Cut mouth bleeding razors forget in the pain
antiseptic remains coo goodbye
So you fly to the cozy brown snow of the east
Gone to choose, choose again
Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget
where you come from
the stools of your eyes serve to realize pain
Choose again
And Roberman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse
for the loss of a horse
went the bowels in the tail of a rat
Come again, choose to go
And if epiphanies terror reduced you to shame
have your head bobbed and weaved
choose a side
To be on
If the stone glances off split didactics in two
lay the color of the mouse trails
all's green try between, if you choose
If you choose, try to lose
for the loss of remain come and start
Start the game
I chi-chi, chi-chi I
chi-chi-chi, ka-ta-ko, choose to choose
choose to choose, choose to go