07/09/12-Victorian Machinery (Magpies On Fire B-Side)
Janey You are my Victorian machinery (Breath yourself to life) Your tender shape Is bending like the scenery (Ride you like a bike)
You be the sail And baby I’ll be the rudder We could make it all day Until it turns into butter I saw your face A seminal pleasure I will love you forever When I heeded your call And every heavy endeavor I’ll keep your place
Janey Coming down The mountain like a buffalo (Seeds deep in your eyes) Crazy But then again A girl could like it rough you know (Makes up for her size)
Be yourself When I saw your all today You be the shack And baby I’ll be the desert There is nothing to lack When there is nothing to measure It’s all space