Lycopene Poteen from Sleep Over by Cartesian Jetstream

Stare at the metaphysical eclipse
We have no sailors and we have no ships
The bull drapes a horn over the night
As senile stars just shed their light

Tried to practice a little mindfullness
But my mind is all full and in such a mess

Flower children gone to seed
Which fell on stones & grew up weeds
They'll push the paving stones aside
And crack your concrete from inside

Splinter from the true cross stuck in my palm
Now I just wave my hand and the sea is calm

This language here is broken. damaged & quite beyond repair
It only speaks of the unspoken and talks of things that are not there

Super-sensible super-freaks, spend lunar months and astral weeks
Britannic majesties, carnivorous flowers, buy holy days and magic hours

The bull with the crumpled horn is trampling down your corn
The bull with the crumpled horn is trampling down your corn
Tear up your roots and listen to this, tear up your roots and listen to this
As the dancers rip me to bits, lycopene poteen drips from their lips

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