The
Blood
Tell me
who doesn't love
What can never come back
You can never forget how it used to feel
The illusion is deep
It's as deep as the night
I can tell by your tears you remember it all
I am
paralysed by the Blood of Christ
Though it clouds my eyes
I can never stop
How
it feels to be dry
Walking bare in the sun
Every mirage I see is a mirage of you
As I cool in the twilight
Taste the salt on my skin
I recall all the tears
All the broken words
I am
paralysed by the Blood of Christ
Though it clouds my eyes
I can never stop
When
the sunset's glow drifts away from you
You'll no longer know
If any of this was really true at all...
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Robert
on 'The Blood'...
"I'm
paralysed by the blood of Christ….. That was poetic licence, 'cos I
changed it from 'The Tears Of Christ', which is a drink…… It's
a very cheap Portuguese wine, it's a very heavy drink that all the workers
drink... it's about 12p a bottle. I was given a bottle of it and I drank
it, and I noticed the label, which is the Virgin Mary with Baby Jesus under
one arm and a bottle in the other hand. It was completely brilliant... this
is drunk by hundreds of thousands of people, and it's a pretty visionary
drink, really! I was convinced I was Portuguese, I just sank into this reverie
of being a Portuguese flamenco guitarist..." (Inbetweenies, New Musical
Express 14/9/1985, David Quantick)
"About a Portugese drink called 'The Tears of Christ'. I drank a bottle
and this came out". (Cure
News 11 - October 1991) |
