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Dug & redug & dug & redug redug.
O Debora you look like a zebra Your sunken lace is like a galleon Clawed with mysteries of the Spanish main O Debora. O Debora you're always dressed like a conjurer It's fine to see your young face smiling 'Neath the stallion that I'm riding O Debora. Debora you look like a stallion. |
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Stacey Grove he's a roaming prophet of mine,
Hat full of wine. Stacey Grove he's a roving catcher of skies, Forecaster of eyes, so no lies. Dungaree dome is decked like a pagan temple to Zeus He drinks acorn juice. Roasting his feet by the furnace of peat, He roars at the boars who massively sleep at his feet. Antelope head his beard skylark red Is tucked 'neath the good of his summer sun hood. And now that the gate of his evening is late He sits on a log picking ticks off the back of his dog. Oh he's a nice cat |
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The wind quartet howls softly
My jeep hand strokes her necklace Crusted, crammed with old Etruscan gold. Her bird head torn with summer Inspects a Spartan runner Robbing time a chosen Prince of Speed My goblet drenched with Autumn Tears for my dead cat Ena Silver Surfer sorcerer of spray. She headed deep in chartreuse A falcon glimpse of white teeth Separated by lace cinnamon folds. We hid and rid in hansom Cab wrenched from lost Byzantium Lordlett who once held the earth In chains |
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Conesuala, Lady tailor,
Weaving deep beneath the sun, Making things for everything that run, run, Hermitized one you're my little summer maid, Orchard eyed one take my love Holy Grail head, deep forest fed, Weaving deep beneath the moon, Quiver mouth chants a crooning moon rune. |
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The flowing mane of pain swells on Trelawny Lawn
Stark handsome eyes decide the unicorn Is a beast of borrowed wisdom Like a thrush in the yielding harvest field The prophet deems snow. The silent stork of sadness scans Trelawny Lawn The lion, the unicorn it's horn in the lap of Beth Laments the dawn Beguiled, the scribish jacket-man his cap a skull-of-rat Is but a pawn. 0 sky, your eyes embrace is to vicious for my wheat The foaming Earthguard whinneys to his leaden feet The bullfinch rumbles The lavish lion aslanically scythes the hay The unicorn bids you stay. |
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Woven deep beneath the caves of melted steel
Stalks a Mage, a necromancer heel, Tortured runic clasps of Aztecetian skill, The condor flies scared skies in search of Aznageel. Below the sun his withered weasel scurries deep. The streams of doom contrive to kiss his sculptured feet. His raven legs all churned and ruined through towers of pride Above the sun the princely guardian condor flies. A beauty ruby fain it's worth twelve lives or more. He stammers as he slugs over the staggered floor. A chilled moment his dolphin eyes maul jewels of war O joy the sunlit condor unearths Aznagel's door. |
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0 Satyr come
and suck my thumb 'cos you're a little fawn and you need me. On hoofy feet through the windy wheat 'cos you're a little fawn and I'll feed thee. Down the delly way with your belly grey I've some fruit and nuts and a reed 0. And I'll skip with you in the midnight blue and carve fluting pipes for you to play on. In the deeply dark when the wolves loom large I've a snuggly nook 'neath the meadow. Where you'll sleep and be curled and friends with me through the evil night till starling morning. |
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Small girl with the smiling 'gibbon
Bridled with an orchid ribbon His curved brow in Scarlatti fashion Boots that ride the night sky eagle An old crone squirms upon a cushion Made from Madras silk and satin Her steel eyes hold a scimitar passion For the skull hewn in Scarlatti fashion. A cobra seer with the punctured ear Slaughtered a Malayan sun bear Night stood erect with brozen haunches Zapped the seer and gave the bear back to us Salamanda Palaganda Oh Palamino Blue Salamanda Palaganda June's Buffalo too In the Parisian zoo. |
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Blue ocean eyes, black panther thighs,
Wonderful brown man nose like a seahawk. Musing the sea in harmony, With the sky and the wine sun that owns you. Buffalo's dead but they groan in my head Twitching my hair with the dance of their good feet. A ghostly Shawnee fed me honey, Anil washed me with oils from Narnia. Some cloudy heart blood, wept in the mud, Near the corpse of our splendid friend hero. His tattered head bent like a willow-tree tent, And his ebony surf eyes leaked water. |
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Eastern voices calling to you
Mystic magic oceans of blue Timeless wonders cease to wonder When you know the spell you're under Is mine. Many times I've seen the sunset Only 'cos I'm trying to get All the love my mind is holding Unseen pleasures are exploding for me. Secret sounds of giant sea birds Singing songs of lonesome sailors Golden cats in temples only knowing That the spell of time Is his. |
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Shadow cloak swift as a swallow,
Pantaloon down in the hollow, Dancing, his voice like a cloud In the death of my night. Awful eyes, black Persian beggar, Harlequinesque, hair plaited heather, Stepping so lightly, A sprite in the house of my sight. 0 m'dear, travelling Tragition, It's sky clear, you're a gift from the fair folk. |
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There's a crawling sensation
An Astral vibration That's sucking me into your sight I can tell by your hair In the juniper chair And the piraty twist of your mouth I've constructed your frame In a plasticine game And your eyes are the sweets of my youth But I'm naked and bare in the ice of your stare And I'm useless at telling the truth So I hide with my head in the tent of the bed And my body is sucked through your eyes Then I quiver and shiver and start to deliver the goods Then I vanish in size. |
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Meeting behind the iron sling
My brandy tongue was like a caterpillar thing Suzy-hung up on Joan of Arc Cloudily gave me the key to the dark Scraping the lice from my bed I sussed we were teleported into his head A wormy blood train expected our feet But I cradled Suzy's head in my lap And fitted the stair to her gap And led her off the Astral plane Sculpting her features in flesh Her Alice eyes scan the mythical scene And rose on the veiny snake train And prayed to his bastille sky brain The driver was a cancer growth cell His words were just recorded tapes of Hell He left us in the room of faded scrolls In a window wall we saw a good thought chained But knifed into a portion of his brain Was a whitish through back to the green Amazon leach It was interlocked between his angel eyes Which were bleached transparent And his marble lips were paralysed We swum and ran knee deep in plasma The cello stairs reduced in size The sunken landscape eclipsing into A pair of blue Tazmanian eyes Scenescof then became a midget Scratching at the bone in my knee Then an eat without a body Listening to my mental sea Suzy sat behind some loose flesh Her pirate thoughts were both young and old Reduced to wearing blonde lot earings She held me near she felt the cold We ran just like young fauns And me I fought a great worm Sent to taste my jaguar feet And used his skin to make my wings begin I sussed and stole a scene from Icarus And flew us above some uncooked meat A plastic hook pierced through my Instep I flew too near his Brutus heart But Suzy hip to all the future Played the Victorian heroin's part With my basted leg and rusty head And Suzy in a Hipolite dream I brandished my breathing machette While Scenescof prepared his Gorgon machine It flew out from its eyelid island It's Vulcan teeth and hydra spray It's scale y tang claws ripping rainbows It moved it's cave lips in worlds of movement It makes a sound it seemed to say Keep cool the satin sun is yours I see your youthy aura's bright Expell your tears and jungle fears I'm here it's going to be alright Then Scenescof screamed his charlatan hair Quick silvered from black to grey Then the Gorgon moved the lizard dial And was transformed into Grecian dust And from the sand was born a blacked horned storm With a charger and a spear As he moved his limbs The legend shaft sliced Scenescof from ear to ear. |
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The wind quartet howls softly
My jeep hand strokes her necklace Crusted, crammed with old Etruscan gold. Her bird head torn with summer Inspects a Spartan runner Robbing time a chosen Prince of Speed My goblet drenched with Autumn Tears for my dead cat Ena Silver Surfer sorcerer of spray. She headed deep in chartreuse A falcon glimpse of white teeth Separated by lace cinnamon folds. We hid and rid in hansom Cab wrenched from lost Byzantium Lordlett who once held the earth In chains |
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Conesuala, Lady tailor,
Weaving deep beneath the sun, Making things for everything that run, run, Hermitized one you're my little summer maid, Orchard eyed one take my love Holy Grail head, deep forest fed, Weaving deep beneath the moon, Quiver mouth chants a crooning moon rune. |
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The flowing mane of pain swells on Trelawny Lawn
Stark handsome eyes decide the unicorn Is a beast of borrowed wisdom Like a thrush in the yielding harvest field The prophet deems snow. The silent stork of sadness scans Trelawny Lawn The lion, the unicorn it's horn in the lap of Beth Laments the dawn Beguiled, the scribish jacket-man his cap a skull-of-rat Is but a pawn. 0 sky, your eyes embrace is to vicious for my wheat The foaming Earthguard whinneys to his leaden feet The bullfinch rumbles The lavish lion aslanically scythes the hay The unicorn bids you stay. |
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Woven deep beneath the caves of melted steel
Stalks a Mage, a necromancer heel, Tortured runic clasps of Aztecetian skill, The condor flies scared skies in search of Aznageel. Below the sun his withered weasel scurries deep. The streams of doom contrive to kiss his sculptured feet. His raven legs all churned and ruined through towers of pride Above the sun the princely guardian condor flies. A beauty ruby fain it's worth twelve lives or more. He stammers as he slugs over the staggered floor. A chilled moment his dolphin eyes maul jewels of war O joy the sunlit condor unearths Aznagel's door. |
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Small girl with the smiling 'gibbon
Bridled with an orchid ribbon His curved brow in Scarlatti fashion Boots that ride the night sky eagle An old crone squirms upon a cushion Made from Madras silk and satin Her steel eyes hold a scimitar passion For the skull hewn in Scarlatti fashion. A cobra seer with the punctured ear Slaughtered a Malayan sun bear Night stood erect with brozen haunches Zapped the seer and gave the bear back to us Salamanda Palaganda Oh Palamino Blue Salamanda Palaganda June's Buffalo too In the Parisian zoo. |
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Blue ocean eyes, black panther thighs,
Wonderful brown man nose like a seahawk. Musing the sea in harmony, With the sky and the wine sun that owns you. Buffalo's dead but they groan in my head Twitching my hair with the dance of their good feet. A ghostly Shawnee fed me honey, Anil washed me with oils from Narnia. Some cloudy heart blood, wept in the mud, Near the corpse of our splendid friend hero. His tattered head bent like a willow-tree tent, And his ebony surf eyes leaked water. |
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Eastern voices calling to you
Mystic magic oceans of blue Timeless wonders cease to wonder When you know the spell you're under Is mine. Many times I've seen the sunset Only 'cos I'm trying to get All the love my mind is holding Unseen pleasures are exploding for me. Secret sounds of giant sea birds Singing songs of lonesome sailors Golden cats in temples only knowing That the spell of time Is his. |
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Shadow cloak swift as a swallow,
Pantaloon down in the hollow, Dancing, his voice like a cloud In the death of my night. Awful eyes, black Persian beggar, Harlequinesque, hair plaited heather, Stepping so lightly, A sprite in the house of my sight. 0 m'dear, travelling Tragition, It's sky clear, you're a gift from the fair folk. |
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There's a crawling sensation
An Astral vibration That's sucking me into your sight I can tell by your hair In the juniper chair And the piraty twist of your mouth I've constructed your frame In a plasticine game And your eyes are the sweets of my youth But I'm naked and bare in the ice of your stare And I'm useless at telling the truth So I hide with my head in the tent of the bed And my body is sucked through your eyes Then I quiver and shiver and start to deliver the goods Then I vanish in size. |
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Meeting behind the iron sling
My brandy tongue was like a caterpillar thing Suzy-hung up on Joan of Arc Cloudily gave me the key to the dark Scraping the lice from my bed I sussed we were teleported into his head A wormy blood train expected our feet But I cradled Suzy's head in my lap And fitted the stair to her gap And led her off the Astral plane Sculpting her features in flesh Her Alice eyes scan the mythical scene And rose on the veiny snake train And prayed to his bastille sky brain The driver was a cancer growth cell His words were just recorded tapes of Hell He left us in the room of faded scrolls In a window wall we saw a good thought chained But knifed into a portion of his brain Was a whitish through back to the green Amazon leach It was interlocked between his angel eyes Which were bleached transparent And his marble lips were paralysed We swum and ran knee deep in plasma The cello stairs reduced in size The sunken landscape eclipsing into A pair of blue Tazmanian eyes Scenescof then became a midget Scratching at the bone in my knee Then an eat without a body Listening to my mental sea Suzy sat behind some loose flesh Her pirate thoughts were both young and old Reduced to wearing blonde lot earings She held me near she felt the cold We ran just like young fauns And me I fought a great worm Sent to taste my jaguar feet And used his skin to make my wings begin I sussed and stole a scene from Icarus And flew us above some uncooked meat A plastic hook pierced through my Instep I flew too near his Brutus heart But Suzy hip to all the future Played the Victorian heroin's part With my basted leg and rusty head And Suzy in a Hipolite dream I brandished my breathing machette While Scenescof prepared his Gorgon machine It flew out from its eyelid island It's Vulcan teeth and hydra spray It's scale y tang claws ripping rainbows It moved it's cave lips in worlds of movement It makes a sound it seemed to say Keep cool the satin sun is yours I see your youthy aura's bright Expell your tears and jungle fears I'm here it's going to be alright Then Scenescof screamed his charlatan hair Quick silvered from black to grey Then the Gorgon moved the lizard dial And was transformed into Grecian dust And from the sand was born a blacked horned storm With a charger and a spear As he moved his limbs The legend shaft sliced Scenescof from ear to ear. |
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Met a woman she's spouting prose
She's got luggage eyes and a roman nose Her body is slung from side to side Need a lift she said much obliged I'm riding piggy-back Then I came to her shack We go inside the place it's a mess She said my name's the liquid poetess She unties her mouth And her buckskin dress She drinks from a bottle labelled tenderness I'm in one hand in the other's a can She puts me in the can And smiles through the wall I got the horror's cos I'm one inch tall Next thing I know's a girl by my side Dressed in a bayleaf she's trying to hide I asked her name she said Germaine Do the rock do the one inch rock. |
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