6/08/08

glass beach

sinews in, and let's go
straight to the horsemouth
plymouth, seven seems too much
deadly sins and dirty deeds on this glass beach
bizznatch

you work it out for yourself
meaning is so beautifully malleable
like a melody the grace ladies played
with finess, in that context,
examining details, contours, obstructions

it should be said, sampled
consequences
down the draino
we can all relate

except those of us who don't insufflate

demands are far away
far away, abstract, i demand
that, uh, wha?

guilt can't be all bad can it?
now i'm trying to start a religion
trying to find the one thing
the one thing
that will fix everything
yeah that's it
there it is, THAT
muthafucka
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