Black Madonna Lyrics - Singles - Noe Venable

Black Madonna will come down for you 

With open arms and a veil to hide her face 

And Black Madonna will come down for you 

And there is no sickness and there is no suffering 

And there is no anguish and no anger that she cannot erase 

You might see Black Madonna walking between the sheets of an angry day 

Or you might see her smile a strange-sad smile as she steps out of your way 

Or you might not see her at all 

But she might be coming down for you 

With her arms spread wide and her head on fire 

'cause she sees you been down so long 

There isn't a sin that you could make that she will not forgive 

But oh, Black Madonna, I did not believe her beauty 

I thought I did not need her mercy 

I thought I did not need 

Traded my belongings and my body 

My memory and my mind 

My center of gravity and my sense of direction 

'til I woke up half an hour from the city 

And realized I had lost all sense of the passage of time 

So I don't know if it's been a day or a week or a year 

All I know is I'm still here 

And I always thought you'd lift me up 

And you never did 

What the fuck? 

>>there isn't a sin that you could make 

That she will not forgive 

No there isn't a sin that you could make 

In the ways that a stray must live 

So what I wanna know is this 

If you believe in everything fitting into a kind of place 

If you believe that everything and everybody has a certain space they fit intobabies entering into a welcoming world in jubilant curls of star gazing wonder 

And the sick yes even the sick just a shuffling into sleep's dark brother 

And the sleepers in the sleet 

The heaps in the street 

Nestled under trestles for to get a little heat 

And if the trestles watch over the sleepers 

And if life ushers her lucky winners 

Through fleshy gates to four star dinners 

And if sleep ushers his population 

To plug into the dream life radio station 

And if thin souls whose bodies haven't wrecked them 

Walk smoky streets that know and expect them 

Then what I want to know is this 

What of strays who have turned their backs on the god of strays? 

>>what of strays who've turned their backs 

On the god of strays, yeah, what of them? 

Oh Black Madonna I was thinking about the days that I spent with you 

'cause now I doze and daze and drown 

And cling to the wreckage of a sinking town 

And I walk your dire streets in search of anything that's still pure 

'cause I once thought you watched over me 

But now I'm not so sure