lyrics
This is the war
The war is over
These are the bullets
So shun them all
This is theses war
The Gods have chosen
These are the bullets
To drop the dash
This is the war
The war is past
These are the bullets
Bamboo and damast
This is the war
In a pace of small conducts in a jungle
These are the bullets
Rio, my hand, I distrust you
carving hole after hole
a pertinent tippo - sudden rash
Salvo j'ai wended up thalamus
bashing holes in my memory
slow tic, slow tic
This is the war
The depth of a hair
This is the mace
The mace is the way to set straight
Cae cilia
I've counted the winks
Cae cilia
I've counted them all
Lawless goats are standing by a pond
The little ones in the water
Drinking a drought with their feet,
their little feet
And Chamois in the reeds in groups of three
Bottling their packs
Charging their A*’s and mem's
To remember
To come back to
To do over
Geoffrey, Catinka, the answers seem to be right, but
words are glib in the night
gone, off, room, comp, absolute right, rank from 1
to O, a buzz, long nights
Jericho, Aster, the answers smash into the paper,
the colours are missing or shun
ping, abort, pong, biasses, the elder clock ticks,
wrangles and cages the 'chenical jung
Majorie, Levinas, the boys from the ball have gone
fishing, all they do is just fishing
Give us back our prism
Give us back our prism
Give us back our prism
Let us dig up the unpolished iron
Brand our noses and nipples with it
In a moment of slow tempo
Connect the bears with yarn threads
Yup the doses a glitch
In a moment of music
Let's say words to each other
Like low-fat or bracelet, receipt
In a circle with no ending
Give us our prism
say, Prometheus?
Here!
The common snipe rattles in the leaves
Here!
Here!
The calcium flows down Parnassia hill
Here!
Oriolus' nest swings in the air
like a left buzem made of oak
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#2,
released March 18, 2014
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