3:04 this is my favorite part just the way it feels the the words are walking up stairs in a way makes it so good
@nickmov20009 жыл бұрын
One of their best songs. Glorious.
@Sweet_Clod7 жыл бұрын
True, I love the vibes this song gives. Beautiful
@nickmov20005 жыл бұрын
still fucking epic
@rex-up9ln8 ай бұрын
The "hastening lest thy gates be closed" part is in fact from a poem by the indian poet Rabindranath Tagore. Aaron never fails to amaze me
@Sweet_Clod7 жыл бұрын
Probably the best song on the album, which is saying something because all the songs on the album are fucking amazing.
@KevinoftheCosmos7 күн бұрын
To me, this is the greatest album ever made.
@drewmiller87849 жыл бұрын
How have so few people not seen this yet?
@swiftpiechop4158 жыл бұрын
i know
@ЛёликЛёликович-ш7ш2 жыл бұрын
That's a pity, but I new about it right now :( But it will be better new latter than never
@cesarcarlosventura9 жыл бұрын
Fuck this is good
@PinkBarbiie74 жыл бұрын
So good 😍
@nehpetsretserrof73524 жыл бұрын
Mexican War Streets is my fav on the album but this is a close second.
@rex-up9ln8 ай бұрын
Hey same
@Cs-zv3uw2 жыл бұрын
big love one thousand
@Dandar69699 жыл бұрын
Comet streams and the rocket scenes And cyclone-turning seas Thy foes profanely rage Hands washed, Pontius-Pilate-clean In proud Euphrates' stream Where no one knows my name I'll be long, long gone I'll be long, long gone On the slopes at Courchevel All moon-rides, lifts are full Go search the world beneath. Cladding breach at 3-mile beach All spent fuel pools are full It's all the same to me I'll be long, long gone I'll be long, long gone In such fell repose, you suppose That mouth will finally close When you're long long gone? I was born of a thought of mine I was the ISIS flag design You were a Lilac Queen Paddling through your empire's streams I was born of a thought of mine Born of the stillborn heart of mine You were the Werewolf King Peddling round your sapphire ring Soon is the swing of the Hammerhand Same is the low-flying day of the Vultureman Circling the earth I go Slobbering out of my oatmeal wisdom: Nearer the boots to the solid floor Or restless thought to the waves of a foreign shore? Racing the sun, I rose Hastening lest thy gates be closed; But I find... that there is time