Roundabout
Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 12:29 pm
Roundabout....
Your head is spinning and you want to shout
A Dervish religious experience of the most devout
You are crying for Mommy in the shadow of doubt
Spinning....
Not knowing the end or the beginning
A fairytale carousel of the fun and the Innocent grinning
An apple is made ripe and round for the sinning
And the noose snake wrapped around your neck
Before your senses could detect
The hinges of the trap door
The Masonic tiling on the great floor
Or the seductive petticoats of the Great Whore
A smack and a sudden break of the neck
The golden mermaids that inhabited the submerged shipwreck
Drowning in the uncharted seas of the subconscious
You did not hear the warning bells and the conches
Following the escape plan of the genetically modified grape
You managed to metamorphose from the hairs of the great ape
Drew colourful pictures on the darkened cave walls
Started to build mansions with great white halls
Learnt to leave history all behind in the time land
As you played with your castles in the learning sand
No regrets?
These are the sentiments that you respect
No more?
There is no more killing for the Matador
Laid out in costume on the white cosmic slab
Nature did defeat and manage to stab.
Dizzy?
Don't be silly
Playing in the segmented arcs of the circle of life
Cut and prepared by the Magikan's sharp silver knife
No beginning and no end?
Absolution and mutilations are the messages to send
Georges.
Your head is spinning and you want to shout
A Dervish religious experience of the most devout
You are crying for Mommy in the shadow of doubt
Spinning....
Not knowing the end or the beginning
A fairytale carousel of the fun and the Innocent grinning
An apple is made ripe and round for the sinning
And the noose snake wrapped around your neck
Before your senses could detect
The hinges of the trap door
The Masonic tiling on the great floor
Or the seductive petticoats of the Great Whore
A smack and a sudden break of the neck
The golden mermaids that inhabited the submerged shipwreck
Drowning in the uncharted seas of the subconscious
You did not hear the warning bells and the conches
Following the escape plan of the genetically modified grape
You managed to metamorphose from the hairs of the great ape
Drew colourful pictures on the darkened cave walls
Started to build mansions with great white halls
Learnt to leave history all behind in the time land
As you played with your castles in the learning sand
No regrets?
These are the sentiments that you respect
No more?
There is no more killing for the Matador
Laid out in costume on the white cosmic slab
Nature did defeat and manage to stab.
Dizzy?
Don't be silly
Playing in the segmented arcs of the circle of life
Cut and prepared by the Magikan's sharp silver knife
No beginning and no end?
Absolution and mutilations are the messages to send
Georges.