Paarse Avond - An Overexpected Slushfall | Текст песни

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Black Shrimps shine
In boiling shrines
Hidden in a Hive.
Let me lend
A bubbling Line
To climb a secret Pine.

Now I'm here, at its top:
Sullied, spat and lone,
Watching constellations drop
On pink pregnant Stones.

Carbonated Herbs will roar
Once I shift my bones.
Marinated Drills will soar
As I share their moans.

If I cry they'll send a Doll
Daubed with young grey mould.
If I die they'll make Slush fall
From purple heavy clouds.

Licking liquids crawl and spin,
Joggling jugs talk smut and sin,
Plumpy poppies growl and roll -
They all wait for Great Slushfall!

Black Shrimps shine
In boiling shrines
Hidden in a Hive.
Let me mount
A purple cloud
To ride while I'm alive.
(Andrey Dyakov, 22.11.2014)

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