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"Pagan Poetry" (Bjork, duh)
Pedalling through
the dark currents
I find an accurate copy
a blueprint
of the pleasure in me
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved : a secret code carved
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
He offers a handshake
crooked
five fingers
they form a pattern
yet to be matched
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
On the surface simplicity
but the darkest pit in me
is pagan poetry
pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
Morse : coded : signals
they pulsate : they wake me up
from my
hibernate
On the surface simplicity
but the darkest pit in me
is pagan poetry
pagan poetry
I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him
This time : I'm gonna keep me to myself
This time : I'm gonna keep my all to myself
(She loves him, she loves him, she loves him, she loves him)
But he makes me want to hand myself over
(She loves him, she loves him she loves him, she loves him.)