The Cult - Ceremony lyrics
Tracks 01. Ceremony
02. Wild Hearted Son 03. Earth Mofo 04. White 05. If 06. Full Tilt 07. Heart Of Soul 08. Bangkok Rain 09. Indian 10. Sweet Salvation 11. Wonderland 12. No. 13 13. Bleeding Heart Graffiti 01. Ceremony Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
It's a ceremony
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah It's a ceremony Oil and blood ceremony Hold an eagle feather to my heart, yeah On my heart A time for magic driftin' in Pushin' molten fire music in Yeah, fire music in, oh We are gathered here now in a sacred place Yeah, yeah Ceremony Funky style music got you good, now children Ceremony Rock n' roll music got you good, good baby Ceremony Funky style music got you good, now children Ceremony Rock n' roll music got you good, oh Ancient rhythm hit machine Ritual music flowing strong and free Flowing strong and free A celebration that we need To cleanse a world that is bleeding deep Ooh, don't let her bleed, no Oh, we are gathered here in a sacred place, yeah yeah Ceremony Rock n' roll music got you good, now children Ceremony Funky style music got you good, baby Ceremony Rock n' roll music got you good, good, good, girl Ceremony Funky style music got you good, ow Baby, baby, baby... It's a ritual time And we need to gather together To embrace what we have forgotten So we can live, yeah Ceremony Funky style music got you good, good, girl Ceremony Rock n' roll music got you good, baby Ceremony, ceremony Got you good, yeah Ceremony Funky style music got you good, yeah Ceremony Ceremony got you good now, yeah Ceremony got you good now, yeah Ceremony got you good, good, good, good, good, yeah, yeah Ceremony got you good now, yeah, yeah Ceremony got you good now, yeah, yeah Ceremony got you good now Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah 02. Wild Hearted Son Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Wild hearted son
Baby, the world didn't want me to run To try and break me down to my knees, yeah Wild hearted, yeah-yeah, yeah Well now You know, I shoot from the hip now My fist raised in the air I'm a whirlwind dreamer, baby With my head high in the clouds, yeah Ow, don't take me too lightly I got the blues power, baby I'm just a breed of society I'm pushin' hard and stealin' free Don't you try to lay no trip on me, yeah I'm a wild hearted son I'm comin' down like a rolling stone Wild hearted son, yeah I'm a wild hearted son Hey mama, the world didn't want me to run Wild hearted son Ow, I was born to the city But I longed to roam free Got a screaming horse in my belly Scar on my heart I live outside of convention You know the people who stare I'm just a breed of society I'm pushin' hard and I'm stealin' free Don't try to lay no trip on me, whoa Cause I'm a wild hearted son I'm comin' down like a rolling stone, yeah Wild hearted son I'm a wild hearted son Lil' honey, the world didn't want me to run, yeah Wild hearted son Baby, baby, yeah-yeah Wild hearted son, yeah The world didn't want me to run Try to break me down, down... I'm a wild hearted son I'm comin' down like a rolling stone, yeah Wild hearted son I'm a wild hearted son Lil' honey, the world didn't want me to run Wild hearted son, son, baby, yeah 03. Earth Mofo Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Well alright
Earth mother for you I see the world all drippin' red, ow, that's right Earth mother for you I see the world all drippin' red, whoa State of confusion exists only in your head, whoa-whoa, yeah Earth mother for you, yeah Earth mother for you, yeah Earth mother for you, whoo Earth mother for you, yeah Earth mother for you, yeah Earth mother for you Yeah, baby, baby Now it's time for justice In the scene of discontent, ow baby A time for justice, that's justice In the scene of discontent, yeah State of confusion exists only in your head Earth mother for you, yeah Earth mother for you, yeah Earth mother for you, ow Earth mother for you now Earth mother for you now Earth mother for Earth mother for Earth mother for you, whoo Now listen What do you want? What do you want? What do you? What do you want now? Think about it What do you want? What do you want? What do you? What do you want now? Earth mother for you... Funky earth mofo, mofo Funky, funky mofo Earth mother for you... 04. White Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
White
Shining Shining brightly Pure crystal snow White Oh, virgin White White Shining Shining brightly White Yeah, white Shining Shining bright Snow is crystal, the fire is cold I sit back, watch the sun turn gold In the morning, love is healing Warms the frost deep in my bones And then your mother said White White It's shining Shining bright White White Shining Shining brightly The hunter sits on a pure white stallion A hawk in flight, the bow in his hand A deer approaches at the end of the forest The arrow flies, blood on the snow Said brother, said White Yeah, white Shining Shining brightly White White Shining Shining bright Blood on the snow Said brother, say White Shining Shining bright White White Shining Snow is crystal Love is pure I look out and see a hawk in flight The forest awaits me, the keel awaits me I reel back, watch the sun turn to gold Earth in the mother Said white Sure crystal clear, yeah, virgin white Wilderness, lost to us Wilderness, we reach out Wilderness, we must embrace you once more Yeah... White Shining brightly Snow is pure now When the barbarians approach on the frontiers of a civilization, It is a sign of a crisis in that civilization. When the barbarians come, not with weapons of war, but With songs and icons of peace. It is a sign of the crisis in one of a spiritual nature. That a spiritual nature. We have forgotten our spiritual nature. Cause we are wrapped up in too much shit all day, all night. White Shining bright White, yeah Kiss the earth, I said mother, said white Earth motherfucker, said white, ow Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah... White White, yeah Yeah, white Ooh, shining Shining bright Shining Shining brightly Earth mother Pure cool crystal virgin Said white Mmm-hmm White Oh, white Yeah, white White White Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Said white Natural earth mother White The snow virgin crystal White City draggin' me down That's grey Life is grey Gotta get the rhythm Don't tell me what I'm feelin', ow White Uh, white Uh, white Ooh yeah, white Funky white, ow Ooh, white, yeah 05. If Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
If
If that's the way that it is, ooh If If that's the way that it is If we put our hearts together And overcome our hesitation Maybe we could join our love as one And storm the gates of heaven, yeah If the winds of change Would blow in the favour of man Resolve our situation Undo the work of idle temptation Oh yeah Well, the test of time, the test of time Oh yeah You know, freedom will fly, yeah If If that's the way that it is We gotta fight to live If If that's the way that it is, yeah We gotta fight to live, yeah If the tribes of Eden Could find some common ground Share in life and wisdom And free our minds from prison, baby If there came a prophet Will he show us to the promised land? Gotta start talkin' Gotta start talkin' Talkin', yeah Ooh yeah Whoa yeah-yeah Oh, the test of time Oh, freedom will fly If If that's the way that it is, yeah-yeah We gotta fight to live, yeah If If that's the way that it is, well We gotta fight to live, ooh yeah Runnin' out of time, yeah Coming like a holy war We gotta fight to live Gotta struggle now Fight to live If, yeah If that's the way that it is, yeah We gotta fight to live, ow If If that's the way that it is If that's the way that it is We gotta fight to live Fight to live, yeah, ow Ooh yeah-yeah Ow... Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fight to live... 06. Full Tilt Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Ooh yeah, yeah-yeah
Gunfire ricochet off my halo My head is buzzin' like a hive of bees The truth is certain, I gotta start livin' I've been down for all to see, yeah All my dreams creepin' up on me The whole world is my destiny Sweet lord, set us all free Only one future I see, yeah Full tilt I'm finally hit, yeah-yeah Full tilt Ooh, I'm in love with that shit, baby Oh, we've been down with our heads in the sand Complaining that there's nothing to do Now people listen, I'm sick of excuses That dull confusion baby, finally through All that time pushin' hard on me Freak society, my destiny Sweet lord, set us all free Only one future I see, yeah Full tilt I'm finally hit, yeah Full tilt, Ooh, I'm in love with that shit, yeah Full tilt, finally hit Baby, that's how I feel Full tilt, gonna make you sweat That's the only deal Full tilt, now I'm free Baby ignite my soul Full tilt, I'm in love with that shit Baby that's rock n' roll, yeah Super fat funky Gunfire ricocheted off my halo My head is buzzin' like a hive of bees, yeah You gotta start livin' We gotta start livin', livin' Do it 07. Heart Of Soul Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Down and out in London
Los Angeles and Paris, too, uh-huh I drank a river in my time To get on through, yeah Well, the night, it rise above you, rise above me And the blues, they swirl around me To the heart of soul You got to bleed a little while you sing Lest the words don't mean nothing, no Get to the heart of soul Gotta get to the heart of soul, yeah Get to the hip, now baby 'Fore the hip get to you, lil' woman Try to bend me out of shape Can't tell me, can't tell me what to do, little honey Well, the night, it rise above me, rise above me, yeah And those blues, they swirl around me, ooh, ooh To the heart of soul You gotta bleed a little while you sing Lest the words don't mean nothing, no Ow, get to the heart of soul, yeah Gotta get to the heart of soul You gotta bleed a little while your singing, yeah, yeah, yeah Lest the words don't mean nothing, no Get to the heart of soul, yeah Baby, heart of soul, ow From the delta Down on the river We need some heart of soul In the world today now A little bit of heart of soul now In the world today A little bit of soul now A little heart of so-so-so-so, soul You gotta bleed a little while your singing, yeah, yeah, yeah Lest the words don't mean nothing, no they don't, no Get to the heart of soul, yeah Ow, baby, heart of soul What I want Is a heart of soul What I want What I need Is a heart of soul now What I want Heart of soul yeah What I want baby is a heart of soul You got the heart, you got the soul You got the heart of soul You got the power, you got the heart You got the soul 08. Bangkok Rain Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Black night baby
Past the midnight hour, yeah All around me, all around me, all around me Butterfly women singing No time for trouble A time of joy I'm far from home Don't care no more Fallin' down The Bangkok rain keeps fallin' down Bangkok rain keeps on fallin' down Bangkok rain keeps on fallin' down I love that sound Sittin' in a bar in Bangkok Waitin' for the rain to stop All around me, the butterfly women talkin' Just talkin' and singing No time for trouble A time for joy now I don't care no more I don't care no more Fallin' down The Bangkok rain keeps fallin' down Bangkok rain keeps on fallin' down Bangkok rain keeps on fallin' down Down on the ground, yeah, ow No time for trouble It's a time for joy I don't care no more I'm too far from home Fallin' down Bangkok rain keeps on fallin' down Bangkok rain keeps on fallin' down Bangkok rain keeps on fallin' down Down on the ground, yeah I'm a free spirit A travelling man Round the world I like to lurk The rain comes down In a Bangkok town My heart is in my mouth Baby, won't you please take me home? I ain't got nowhere to go No trouble Freaky city Freaky city Freak city Freak city Freak city Freak city Freaky city 09. Indian Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Indian woman, let down your hair
Indian woman, let down your hair Blood red wine, layered in time Blood red wine, layered in time Standing at the edge of the world Please help me girl, help me girl Standing at the edge of the world, yeah-yeah Help me girl, oh help me girl Yeah-yeah-yeah Standin' in the forest, awaiting your penance Standin' in the forest, awaiting your penance, oh Indian woman, let down your hair Indian woman, let down your hair Standing at the edge of the world Please help me girl, please help me girl I'm standing at the edge of the world Please help me girl, help me girl Yeah-yeah All the temples stand in ruin (in ruin) Reaching out to the gods of the sky (gods of the sky) While the Earth beats to the rhythm (beats to the rhythm) My indian lover's high, high, high, high Standing at the edge of the world Ooh, help me girl, please help me girl Standing at the edge of the world Please help me girl, help me girl Standing at the edge of the world Help me girl, Indian woman Help me, hey, Indian woman Oh help me girl, yeah, yeah, yeah Let down your hair Indian woman, let down your hair, hey-yeah Standing at the edge of the world Standing at the edge of the world Standing at the edge of the world The world 10. Sweet Salvation Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Oh, ask the dust
No harm will come between us Oh beautiful, radiant child Eyes azure, vow to me Your golden heart Ooh, she moves in silence Then whispers to me Sets my soul harp on fire Sweet salvation, baby Melts my heart made of stone Please guide me and carry me on Sweet salvation is For this man made of stone Please hold me and embrace my soul Seduced by your glance Overwhelmed and enchanted by you, baby Well, when the loving is good Do you feel strong now? You know past lives, they don't matter anyhow Oh, she moves in silence Then she whispers to me Sets my soul harp on fire Sweet salvation, baby Melts my heart made of stone Please guide me and carry me on, yeah Sweet salvation is For this man made of stone Please hold me and embrace my soul Sweet salvation, baby Melts my heart made of stone Please guide me and carry me on Sweet salvation is For this man made of stone Please hold me and embrace my soul Oh... Yeah... Oh... Sweet salvation, baby Melts my heart made of stone Please guide me and carry me Sweet salvation You make me feel strong now, baby, yeah You make me feel like the king of the world 11. Wonderland Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Divine intervention in this decaying world
While a hip young dude stood passionately Succumbing to the he-dog sound Of the mystifying beat combo that Breaks down your door Gonna take you high now, take you real high Kickin' down the devil's door Cheap thrills baby, I need some more City on fire becoming me Let's hurry lover and fly together Majestic high and soaring now Babylon bares her breast again Time's like quicksand Soon again, I'm standing naked in Wonderland I feel mistreated, yeah, ow Wonderland I feel defeated but not for long Oh, tear the petals from this sweet narcissus Crumbles gently in the palm of my hand What once was inviting is dull and blinding Once magnificent has slipped away Serpent in my belly stomach crawlin' now Wipe the sweat from my furrowed brow Time's like quicksand Soon again, I'm standing naked in Wonderland I feel mistreated, yeah Wonderland I feel defeated, yeah, but not for long Wonderland Bound and branded, yeah, on my back Wonderland Tired and cheated, yeah-yeah Ooh yeah Divine intervention in this decaying world While the hip young dude stood passionately Succumbing to the he-dog sound You know the sound that breaks down your doors? Are listening to me, now? The sound of a mystifying beat combo That's gonna take you higher, baby Wonderland Bound and branded, look out Wonderland Tired, tired and cheated, yeah Earth's your mother... Heed your brother... 12. No. 13 Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Number thirteen I feel like you sometimes like I don't fit in
Number thirteen I feel like you sometimes I just don't fit in Number thirteen on the edge of the world no flash in their house Number thirteen the odd one out you're not cared you could chill I need your love I need your love I need your love I need your love I need your love I need your love I need your love I need your love Number thirteen I look in your eyes innocent chimes Like clouds and bad dreams follow you wherever you go Fathers and saints salute you fathers and saints salute you That's no consolation when you're doing time for someone else's crime 13. Bleeding Heart Graffiti Music by The Cult Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
I wipe the blood from my lip
With a ragged scarf now I get the feeling You don't care anymore Shaken up and shattered I pick myself from the floor Those sweat stained dreams All tattered and torn Oh bleeding heart graffiti I don't need it Baby I don't need it Oh bleeding heart graffiti I don't need it Baby I don't need it Amongst the broken glass now You standing in the street Times a crawling My life slipping by Although I hang my head down To the grownd and I Tired of crying Those whiskey soaked tears Oh bleeding heart graffiti I don't need it Baby I don't need it Oh bleeding heart graffiti I don't need it Baby I don't need it I will follow the rainbow To the end of the road and I Didn't do you no harm, well woman I'm a man waiting for the sun to shine I have waited for too long, yea baby Don't you cry now woman Don't you cry now honey 'Cause sometime that sun is gonna shine on me, yea Oh bleeding heart graffiti I don't need it Baby I don't need it Oh bleeding heart graffiti I don't need it Baby I don't need it Bleeding heart graffiti I don't need it Baby I don't need it Oh bleeding heart graffiti I don't need it Baby I don't need it |