Clam, Crab, Cockle, Cowrie
Posted: 17 May 2010, 13:28- that means no
where I come from
I am cold and waiting for the day to come
I chew my lips
and I scratch my nose
feels so good to be a rose
oh don't
don't you lift me up
like I'm so shy no-no-no-no-no, just give it up
see, there are bats all dissolving in a row
oh, into the wishy-washy dark that can't let go
I can not let go
so I thank the Lord
and I thank his sword
though it be mincing up the morning, slightly bored
woah-oh, morning
without warning
like a hole
oh, and I watch you go
there are some mornings when the sky looks like a road
there are some dragons who were built to have and hold
and some machines are dropped from great hearts lovingly
and some great bellies ache with many bumblebees
I do as I please
and I'm on my knees
your skin is something that I stir into my tea
and I am watching you
and you are starry, starry, starry
and you will never
ever know how very sorry
you will be
I am
and I'm tumbling down
and I check a frown
that's why I love this town
well just look around
to see me;
serenaded hourly
celebrated sourly
dedicated dourly
waltzing with the open sea
clam, crab, cockle, cowrie
will you just look at me!
oh, oh, oh, oh
oh, oh
oh, oh
oh, oh, oh, oh
oh
oh, oh
oh, oh
oh, oh, oh, oh
oh
oh, oh
oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh