Where the Ancient Laurel Grows Songtext
von Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble of Shadows

I wish that he and I
At least once in a while
Had something small in common
A secret if you like
But there′s no common ground here
Not a single thing we share
On the same planet we live
But in two different worlds
He clearly did not like me
That part was plain to see
The very moment that he
Laid his grey eyes on me
His buff muscular body
Like the old cliché marine
Oh not too many times before
Thank goodness have I seen
So much contempt on a single white man's face
His fists were clasped so tightly
That his rough finger nails
Left bleeding marks in the rough palms of his hands


All just to ensure that we would
Never ever become friends
If I felt like jesting now
Which believe me I am not
I might compare his red face
To a boiling tea pot
Or an old locomotive chuff chuff chuff
Hardly quickly building up steam
Its mighty kettle soon to explode
If it finds no quick release
Do you think it′s strange of me
To hope someday you'll marry me
Or at least feel the strongest need
To hold me when I fall and bleed
Oh I wish that he and I
Were just a little more alike
Or had a tiny thing in common
Oh wouldn't that be nice
Yes he sleeps naked meanwhile
I always sleep fully dressed
He is full of life
I am mostly depressed
I guess that′s why I wish that he
Would want to take a walk with me
Through lonely fields of sorrow
The only place of scene
In vague daydreams I′m dreaming
About stains of his semen
Not necessarily on me
More as a theory
Sometimes I wish that he
Would fondly think of me
Each time he strokes his penis
When the clock strikes three