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My securities:
When I'm with You
From here to there in minus time, a spirit casts a line to fish
alternatives and Caesar lives. It's 1939.
It's Fall. We eat pizzas by the pool...we watch the Christians sing then
fall in quadro. 50 legal
channels, this one sponsored by St.Paul. Are you playing me? (Where next
?) Year sub-zero here
in Baghdad,s uper-heroes stalk the street. The bitter moon looks down
and laughs while I lie
smoking in the bath with you. Now spray these lips with superglue, I'm
lying through my teeth -
it's ocean blue in Casablanca, but it's burned out black beneath.
Playing me... (where next?) It's All
Souls Night. I'm frightened because I'm standing here alone. I watched
the last bus fly to Brighton.
Now life's empty but it's home. And I skip lightly through the garbage,
call you on your mobile
phone. The message says you've re-located. "Leave a message...here's the
tone." Playing me?
(Where next?)
Altan-Dobbin's Flowery Vale
THE WARDEN
Your house from here is maintained...
The fear of my return
Is smeared across the portals
Stings the wine, it contaminates the mortals...
Coiled up, caged and clandestine
A head crack in the back yard...
Cross of air, in line!
Now tell me...
Do you see three golden calves?
Your prize shall be a doormat
With a prayer...
A fortune cookie dares:
"Now down boy!
Turn to Mecca!
Keep those eyes fixed to the floor!"
"See sores collect...
Let's see you sweat!
Turn left!
Yes, I can see you channeling..."
"Ahoy there!
Cast the net!
Up here is not the place for you!"
I channel too...
But I direct...
There's time to kill...
These arms are stretched!
But I shall move these fingers!
Stay in line...can you hear me?
Heard me...
Herd you...
Stole your souls...
And sold you blinkers...
Chains wrapped 'round your feet...
You're obsolete!
But eternally, you'll linger...
Way down there...
Beneath my feet...
Way down there...
Beneath my feet!
So quickly,
enjoyment becomes dependence.
When I'm with You
From here to there in minus time, a spirit casts a line to fish
alternatives and Caesar lives. It's 1939.
It's Fall. We eat pizzas by the pool...we watch the Christians sing then
fall in quadro. 50 legal
channels, this one sponsored by St.Paul. Are you playing me? (Where next
?) Year sub-zero here
in Baghdad,s uper-heroes stalk the street. The bitter moon looks down
and laughs while I lie
smoking in the bath with you. Now spray these lips with superglue, I'm
lying through my teeth -
it's ocean blue in Casablanca, but it's burned out black beneath.
Playing me... (where next?) It's All
Souls Night. I'm frightened because I'm standing here alone. I watched
the last bus fly to Brighton.
Now life's empty but it's home. And I skip lightly through the garbage,
call you on your mobile
phone. The message says you've re-located. "Leave a message...here's the
tone." Playing me?
(Where next?)
Altan-Dobbin's Flowery Vale
THE WARDEN
Your house from here is maintained...
The fear of my return
Is smeared across the portals
Stings the wine, it contaminates the mortals...
Coiled up, caged and clandestine
A head crack in the back yard...
Cross of air, in line!
Now tell me...
Do you see three golden calves?
Your prize shall be a doormat
With a prayer...
A fortune cookie dares:
"Now down boy!
Turn to Mecca!
Keep those eyes fixed to the floor!"
"See sores collect...
Let's see you sweat!
Turn left!
Yes, I can see you channeling..."
"Ahoy there!
Cast the net!
Up here is not the place for you!"
I channel too...
But I direct...
There's time to kill...
These arms are stretched!
But I shall move these fingers!
Stay in line...can you hear me?
Heard me...
Herd you...
Stole your souls...
And sold you blinkers...
Chains wrapped 'round your feet...
You're obsolete!
But eternally, you'll linger...
Way down there...
Beneath my feet...
Way down there...
Beneath my feet!
So quickly,
enjoyment becomes dependence.