You are a metal can, rubber band, wrong handstand, a garbage van
Chicken claw, broken door, the Second Law, a fucked seesaw
A suggest kind, a double bind, an earthworm blind, go get behind
A mangled thing, the untuned sing, a wristy wring, a busted string
You oversleep, try hard creep, an anxious leap, no clean start sweep
Or lordly bored, on cue reward, clipped manicured, the attendant chord
That snidey line, your leaking brine, pearls and swine, the arsehole shines
Oh golden toast, oh want for most, no holy ghost observes such boast
You will resonate, conned by fate, your weighty freights past used by date
The red you bleed, the greed you feed, a nose knows speed, procure proceed
in bloody bond, do duck inbound, the lies the sound, what no lost in found?
The rockstars grope, hell sells hope, its just a rope between you and slope
First there was the song, then the word, then the earth and then the birth
Of entangled lots, atomic clots, a fractions clock it’s all we got
Spacious south Pacific Eno-esque night time music. Gentle and homely(as long as home is late, dark, fire-warmed & with whiskey in hand) skirted Records
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