Текст Billy Corgan – Jubilee

Build up the fire
Build up the one, true love
I stoke the aces and stake a show of Deadman’s bluff
Snuff out the aegis

Must I alone of oceans born and make
And, wanton moon again be by sleep to wake
The workmen tires anew
His ship saddened along the route
Yet at journey’s end a journey has no fools
What once was tender scene is now jubilee
And your sanctuary becomes, becomes, becomes jubilee

God sense soul
They blossom under a dream
An orchard’s child
Flower round you’ll catch conceit
Not now nor will thee unmask by spectral means
I’ve known of Earth’s sky
A robin’s tears draw mist from mud
To slumber untouched

Prodigal and lame
Serene, yet grace born
Temperate, yet dead in laurels
From sphere and dome I yield escape
If there’s no excuse that I could ever will to suit
Then how do they satisfy a vengeance I’ve failed to roost?
What once was tender scene is now jubilee

Lark in thy view
Glow worms spin sails for thy breath
Our faeries fairest ship sends a most oft regret
The virgin ground pounds proud hearts to transience
As sadness is one
A faeries strength is in the murk
Yet tending by firsts

Just who abides the melancholic kiss
When your upward sob’s a comet called autumn from May
Beneath pleasure and arms astronomers trade for stars
But I never knew that you were one of ours
What once was tender scene is now jubilee
And your sanctuary becomes, becomes, becomes jubilee