See you in a while.
After, in an hour.
After, in a while.
See you in a while.
See you all inside.
I wanna write a song in the manner of the wrong guitar.
Rabid in the sand with a naked hand.
Somewhere I had a wife.
I remember when I was on her mind.
Some ignoring wife.
I’m the passenger.
And I ride and I ride in the city tonight.
And I ride with a ripped backside.
I’m fucking sick of this hurt.
She’ll never break my heart,
like the Russian rebel Mikhail Larionov.
At the same time the door was opening,
the face of the flat fish was staring back.
He said he was taking off.
He said nothing would shake him off.
Animals walk around without their clothes.
Animals, no opposing thumbs or toes.
Animals, they get laid when they’re still kids.
Animals can’t get past our dustbin lids.
Animals lick themselves and we all laugh.
Animals never need to have a bath.
Animals never work a day in their life.
Animals never bitch about their wife.
The young ones.
The worn ones.
Up this song with a raining sand.
It’s evening now.
I was the youngest of all four.
I had degrees in every subject they were teaching for.
Big me says “No”.
Kiddie my says “Yes”.
Everything’s in the past.
This is a song
that makes the crowd feel lull.
Makes it hard.
Doesn’t make it law.
You were the labourer.
I’m the governess.
If I was a girl
I would crowd this earth
with plenty of men
working their thirst.
He looked down right.
Like a lowly knight.
Brow beating scum.
I’m gonna make shit cry.
This is a song
that makes the ground feel low.
A sub-illiterate and thrown a, not a single bone.
A man can read.
When the mountain said, it said “Go back!”
“Go tap to it.” he would agree.
Dealing in his Goat Tap.
He would spring in to it on his own.
The mountain said “Don’t act stupid!”.
Kid said “It’s started, mustn’t it now breed?
I’ve only seen an adult tap for phones,
whereas I would do it on my own.”
Kids all got in to this Goat Tap.
A fire really spread across their knees.
The poor little donkeys have no children.
The Goat Tap is now declared disease.
Children get it in their knees.
I only said
“Go back to the dinner room!”
Big Titty was alive.
And he rode out jagged on his own.
When the mountain said.
Where the mountain said.
He said “Go back to the dinner room!”
Vaslav Nijinsky saw me.
Nowhere nowhere nowhere public.
Ripped it out before the admin.
There was nowhere left to get tipped.
More and more you rattle from it.
I didn’t make. It was out there.
I was born in a mine.
He was a friend of mine.
Now, yellow flower shackles me.
Now she likes him.
How it delights him.
How it delights him now.
Who am I to you?
Would I lie to you?
Does that travel lady?
Does that bullet travel bladed?
Feed him right.
Make the cat its sound.
He belongs to her.
Cat, lamb, Dane, a cow.
Walk her on your mat.
I can see him now.
You haven’t any feed on your line.
Is it any wonder why?
Licking off the form, and send.
Make it, in the vaguest, right.
Cover of the girl, did want.
Can never have her now.
Once on channel 5,
there was a grown up robbing a hive.
Run on yellow sea.
Hello we’re told.
Hello with me.
Own, we’re alone.
This grainy sea.
I have this mantle alone.
Have a little learn with me.
The parlour was alone.
Like a pellet in a bone.
I’ve given him his novel back.
The covers were not easy.
Tabulate a metal track.
The early only stand back.
The Amazonian spoke.
The visit of a drone.
His donging making bell cracked.
Clips only on its inside.
It won’t stand a rocking back.
This old fellas bell cracked.