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By juan d'fule Date: 2004 Nov 07 Comment on this Work [[2004.11.07.06.32.8734]] |
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Shed that cloak you wear Blue and silver like the Moon in the air What a litany Interweave a spool of lies and blasphemy Hold, hold down your words Measure your beat in quarters then thirds Those fancy Beatle brows Shall kindly blush for you A pretty façade What verse do you espouse? Then the cards are black that make up your house Fight, fight where you lie Take your baton and pass us all by This world's simplicity You dedicate it to a chord of complicity Bereft of intelligence Create a greenhouse with your verbal flatulence Deny, deny all three times An eye for an eye, there aren't any crimes. |