The garden of earthly delights Songtext

von The Dostoyevskys

Albert's death was so sudden, on the road he lay reclined
With a ticket in his pocket to the universal line
On that very morning his flesh could feel the cold
As the january sun did bathe the frozen earth with gold
And death came creeping on it's very softest soles
And split poor Albert's spirit right in two
In Albert's head a sense of failure grew

Jean Paul scurried home through drunken sodden streets
Like a thief he slipped into the night
White guilty thoughts and nimble feet
But Arthur's legs grew bad and his faith grew even worse
In heavy boots he walked away and sold his soul
To line his purse with silver and with gold
Jean Paul's room is shuttered now, dust adorns his shelves
Arthur's desk is empty and his pen lies in it's well
Their writing days are over, no more seasons in hell
And they've never been so far away from home
They've never been so far away from home

There's no point waiting for Samuel, I feel he's thrown his last stone
After Jean Paul's death came the darkness, and the life slipped away
From Simone, from her bones, on her own, cold as stone
Their words slip away like a fish in the sea
Their voices grow soft and so heavenly
The comfort of death is waiting for me

Snap cracked their fingers
As with fury they did write
But our friends will walk no more
In the garden of earthly delights