Exquisite Corpse
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1. Life is but a dream repeat
2. I make the air fall apart
Around me
Now as the petals are no more
A corroding, shrinking stalk remains
Bereft of his blooms
And the ultimate cruelty of loves pinions
Beset his appearance
Beset his appearance
No king could replenish his state
Now browning, sinking, dying
A thousand deaths x3
3. Terry sat up
And hugged the green army surplus bag
Around his skinny waist
It was cold
And the person beside him had faded badly
Legs apart his eyes lit up
THE SKY'S GONE OUT - THE SKY, THE SKY...
THE SKY'S GONE OUT
4. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
5. The sky's gone out!
In The Flat Field
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A gut-pull drag on me
Into the chasm gaping we
Mirrors multi reflecting this
Between spunk stained sheet
And odourous whim
Calm eye flick shudder within
Assist me to walk away in sin
Where is the string that Theseus laid
Find me out this labyrinth place.
I do get bored, I get bored
In the flat field.
I get bored, I do get bored
In the flat field.
Let me catch the slit of light
For a maiden's sake
On a maiden flight
In the flat field I do get bored
Replace with Piccadilly whores
In my yearning for some cerebral fix
Transfer me to that solid plain
Hammer me into blazing pain
Moulding shapes no shame to waste
Moulding shapes no shame to waste
And drag me there with deafening haste.
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