Polishing Silver - Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows

I could be like a snowflake

fallen all the way from heaven into a magpie’s nest,

only to place my powdered cheek gently upon his hairy

chest.

I could be his Maiden Marianne gift-wrapped in cloak

and silken hood,

oh, a robin-redbreast sitting high up in the tree-tops

of his mo (u)rning wood.

I need, I need a silver-furred

a sugar sugar-daddy-bear,

someone who loves the front of me,

who likes to pay and loves to care.

A frizzly ursus, strong but cute,

adorable in leather, denim or tweed-suit.

I’d polish silver, 'cause I long to be spooned

on the dark, dark side of the palest moon …

Mandrake grows beneath the gallows

in the shape of the one thing

that you should never swallow.

I know, he may look like the cutest thing you’ve ever

seen

but, Honey, we just don’t know

where this old thing of his had been …

I almost had a secret love affair

with a dead boy’s underwear.

I nicked it from the mortuary,

but the damn thing was far too small for me.

That’s why each time I hear the postman ring,

I can’t help wondering what he might bring.

Oh, will he have something for me,

and, if so, I wonder … how large will his package be?

The chimney-sweep, the chimney-sweep,

he came at two o’clock,

I showed him where the furnace was,

and he showed me his cock.

He wore a bomber-jacket, black, but his hair-cut was

crap,

it took him rather long to finish his annual check …

A sylvan stronghold for the golden child,

built and looked after by heart beguiled.

A guard, a servant and a loyal king,

a winter-garden and a thermal-spring …