SLEEPYTIME GORILLA MUSEUM – A Hymn To The Morning Star / The Donkey-Headed Adversary of Mankind (Opens The Discussion)

Sleepytime Gorilla Museum (often abbreviated to SGM) was an American experimental rock band, formed in 1999 in Oakland, California. The band fused classical, industrial, and art-rock themes throughout their music. They were known to perform elaborate routines on stage and discuss possibly fictitious stories of dada artists and mathematicians.

A HYMN TO THE MORNING STAR

Open your heart to the lord of light Open your heart and mind and let him in He holds the key to the throne of might You are empty Say his name and let him in All hail the dawn of a rising star All hail the crowned and conquering child Morning will come for you at last No matter how far into night you have strayed Say his name Welcome the child A new world is crawling from the ashes of the old Two thousand years of guilt and fear And the greatest lie ever told Out of the wounded side of the dying god Out of the sacred heart of the throttled hen The blood is the life The flowing milk for the infant god The throne is empty The cup is full He approaches and then He steps from the shadow and he opens up his eyes He spills the blood onto the throne And hurls a curse up to the skies I am the adversary and must remain the adversary

The blood is the life The flowing milk for the infant god The throne is empty The cup is full

He approaches and then He steps from the shadow and he opens up his eyes He spills the blood onto the throne And hurls a curse up to the skies

I am the adversary and must remain the adversary

THE DONKEY-HEADED ADVERSARY OF MANKIND

The d.h.a.o.h. opens the book The d.h.a.o.h. opens the discussion I am the adversary and must remain the adversary I am not yours to embrace I am not yours to invoke The d.h.a.o.h. sleeps in the hall Watches for signs of our imminent demise in the scratchings on the wall The d.h.a.o.h. sleeps in the park Listens for sounds of our eminent decay in the singing of a solitary lark Mankind is a plague Breathing hell into every corner of the rotting earth Even now in this our finest hour I feel the hate of every stone, tree & flower Even now we fall under the long shadow of the donkey’s ears Even now we listen for the slow grinding of the donkey’s teeth Lalala we weep in the din of the stomping of the donkey’s black hoof Lalala we weep for the slow coming of our doom (Dance) Mankind is a plague Breathing hell into every corner of the rotting earth Even now in this our finest hour I feel the hate of every stone, tree & flower Eaters of the soil take us into the ground Death by worm Eaters of the air drive us from the blue Death by sparrow Eaters of the sea take us into the green Death by eel Eaters of the scraps take in our beds Death by dog Eaters of the soil take us into the ground Death by sand Eaters of the air drive us from the sky Death by flower Eaters of the green take us into the sea Death by water Eaters of the scraps take us in out beds Death by stone Death by silence Death by sorrow The d.h.a.o.h. closes the book The d.h.a.o.h. closes the discussion