Grand Confession from Pontifical Resin by Carmine Moth
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2. | Grand Confession | 2:21 |
Lyrics
pale light flit about the waves and i felt glib
decapitated then a stepping stone bit
fond of queer things bold lined comet flight
long blood jets pump from a ready-made twin pole
on certain evenings a wrong will be repaid
an heirloom feedback loop of freewill
i could offer a nights lodging superb
plumflower Leonora Carrington traits
exceedingly high rank pinups and Maldoror
none spoke so tortured and flamboyant as they
noble attendants uneasy in front of a canvas
swing the ringing beam fingers became detached
like leaves in the forest of the same caress
slain plunging schizophrenic stereotype
melted for bell metal it's a killjoy
a wonder deepened high voltage
in miraculous result lapsed into a crumb
lamentation died away during the dada verve
Bollies big tall wish first of all
a fitting reward of midair combat
i beat upon it till it broke for a few months
returned in august to indulge in a pastiche
wont you hush while sharks mate
dissecting table and a sewing machine
i abandoned my reserve for a niche of prose
offerings eaten he hung himself in a frenzy
like a holy sutra rekindled
i found you unharmed in a genuine cafe
audibly breathing depicted like Magritte
fed upon the corpses of the people in the district
felt a warm trickle in a flesh collage
slipped on something clammy, its a dead you
a suitable bare rock for verbal telescoping
cloud guest finely veined tissue dubbed
mandarin ducks no thoughts for the morrow
we're well acquainted in gouache
after uttering verse i exchanged an excuse
turning to my host with a charming tinge
a fatal consumption it's quite droll
shadows of foliage pinned and then engraved
mortuary tablet as a famous review
a sleeping household of candelabra lights
a promise sealed like pop art
back door pant a memoir published
recollection of a former birth
then a cry burst from a surrealist group
the teet of the cherry tree of the milk nurse