Being Beauteous (Arthur Rimbaud, 1886)

[Intro] [Hook] [Verse] Against a fall of snow, a Being Beautiful, and very tall. Whistlings of death and circles of faint music Make this adored body, swelling and trembling Like a specter, rise... [Bridge] Black and scarlet gashes burst in the gleaming flesh. [Instrumental] [Solo] The true colors of life grow dark, Shimmering and separate In the scaffolding, around the Vision. [Instrumental] [Solo] [Verse] Shiverings mutter and rise, And the furious taste of these effects is charged With deadly whistlings and the raucous music That the world, far behind us, hurls at our mother of beauty... She retreats, she rises up... [Bridge] Oh! Our bones have put on new flesh, for love. [Solo] [Solo] [Solo] [Bridge] Oh ash-white face! Oh tousled hair! Oh crystal arms! On this cannon I mean to destroy myself In a swirling of trees and soft air! [Instrumental] [Solo] [Coda] [End]