i spy yellow green roses in mary's garden i am god don't love you anymore down in new orleans i know where the devil dwells within ya i have loved the
deep as the terrible sky that you fell from this this terrible beauty is born dethroned I haunt the saltmines a living wound living, breathing wound
dead girl there will never be another one that dreams like you dead girl there will never be another one that screams like you when death sleeps, it dreams
just a cold millennium in another dry age just a cold millennium in another dry age the vanishing man has madness to sow there are secrets he knows that
lady bug, lady bug, lady bug kisses the bones pushing thru everybody here seems to be in their head but me twitching, twistin beyond alone spiritless
little creeper in the shade under my brain in caterpillars hundredth eye under mushroom clouds in the rain, child i wrote your name in sparrows blood
The ash of my mind in the back of my throat Out on the ocean of curling, fetal smoke The anti spirit of time just behind these eyes of mine I can remember
woman and child like a feather fall from the sky so dark ..so dark in the moonlight naked we worship the night sky... no man can hold what the darkness
i was dancing when i was twelve i was dancing when i was twelve i was dancing when i was ahhh... i was dancing when i was ahhh... i danced myself right
we wither and blow where the smoke goes closing my eyes to the sunlight withering tonight one thing is certain the rest is a lie one thing is certain
its only the end of the world again down by the ocean the frogmen are surfacing but the beast beneath the skin has been whispering, wondering wondering
long ago i kissed her skull sunbleached and beautiful slick-wet with diesel fuel we'll watch the midnight movie painted with the sky bleeding white butterflies
Summer blood for fighting dogs Mardi Gras nineteen fifty-four Oh no - he never liked Lincoln at all my child I always thought the sun was just some hole
It's only the end of the world again Down by the ocean The frogmen are surfacing but, The beast beneath the skin has been Whispering, wondering Wondering
lady bug, lady bug, lady bug kisses the bones pushing thru everybody here seems to be in their head but me twitching, twisted beyond alone spiritless
the ash of my mind in the back of my throat out on the ocean of curling, fetal smoke the anti-spirit of time just behind these eyes of mine i can remember
I am a brother to the dragon and a companion to owls. My skin is black-upon me and my bones are burned with heat [Jobs chapter 30 verses 29-30] Little
summer blood for fighting dogs mardi gras nineteen fifty-four OH NO he never liked lincoln at all my child i always thought the sun was just some hole