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Whilst his mother's womb contained the growing Baal
Even then the sky was waiting quiet and pale Naked, young, immensely marvellous Like Baal loved it, when he came to us That same sky remained with him in joy and care Even when Baal slept peaceful and unaware At night a lilac sky, a drunken Baal Turning pious as the sky grows pale So through hospital, cathedral, whiskey bar Baal kept moving onwards and just let things go When Baal's tired, boys, Baal cannot fall far He will have his sky down there below When the sinners congregate in shame together Baal lay naked, revelling in their distress Only sky, a sky that will go on forever Formed a blanket for his nakedness And that lusty girl, the world, who'll laughing yield To the men who'll stand the pressure of her thighs Sometimes gave him love-bites, such as can't be healed Baal survived it, he just used his eyes And when Baal saw lots of corpses scattered round He felt twice the thrill, despite the lack of room "Space enough" said Baal, "then I'll thicken the ground Space enough within this woman's womb" Any vice for Baal has got its useful side It's the man who practices it, he can't abide Vices have their point, once you see it as such Stick to two for one will be too much Slackness, softness are the sort of things to shun Nothing could be harder than the quest for fun Lots of strength is needed and experience too Swollen bellies can embarrass you Under gloomy stars and this poor veil of tears Baal will graze a pasture till it disappears Once it's been digested to the forest's teeth Baal trod singing for a well earned sleep Baal can spot the vultures in the stormy sky As they wait up there to see if Baal will die Sometimes Baal pretends he's dead, but vultures swoop Baal in silence dines on vulture-soup When the dark womb drags him down to its prize What's the world still mean to Baal, he's overfed So much sky is lurking still behind his eyes He'll just have enough sky when he's dead Once the Earth's dark womb engulfed the rotting Baal Even then the sky was up there, quiet and pale Naked, young, immensely marvellous Like Baal loved it when he lived with us |
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It was a day in that blue month September
Silent beneath the plum trees' slender shade I held her there My love, so pale and silent As if she were a dream that must not fade Above us in the shining summer heaven There was a cloud my eyes dwelled long upon It was quite white and very high above us Then I looked up And found that it had gone And since that day, so many moons in silence Have swum across the sky and gone below The plum trees surely have been chopped for firewood And if you ask, how does that love seem now I must admit, I really can't remember And yet I know what you are trying to say But what her face was like, I know no longer I only know I kissed it on that day As for the kiss, I long ago forgot it But for the cloud that floated in the sky I know that still and shall forever know it It was quite white and moved in very high It may be that the plum trees still are blooming That woman's seventh child may now be there And yet that cloud had only bloomed for minutes When I looked up It vanished on the air |
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| 2:00 | 
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| 2:24 |
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Once she had drowned and started her slow descent
Down the streams to where the great rivers broaden Oh, the open sky chant most magnificent As if it was acting as her body's guardian Wreck and duck weed slowly increased her weight By clasping her in their slimy grip Through her limbs, the cold blooded fishes played Creatures and plant life kept on, thus obstructing her last trip And the sky that same evening grew dark as smoke And its stars through the night kept the brightness still soaring But it quickly grew clear when dawn now broke To see that she got one further morning Once her pallid trunk had rotted beyond repair It happened quite slowly that she gently slipped from God's thoughts First with her face, then her hands, right at the last with her hair Leaving those corpse-choked rivers just one more corpse |
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