[00:00.00] 作曲 : Steven Stapleton[00:27.79]Crops falling from the earth to the ceiling[00:34.99]These small arms and white belly[00:39.19]And enormous undercarriage[00:43.79]The wax crayon illuminati[00:48.39]Our minds locked in dark sewer[00:52.79]Each finding less than before[00:57.29]Each counting the warm conclusions[01:01.49]Of the six buttons of *** appeal[01:06.19]Knowing full well that ice breaks when smoke rises[01:12.79]Sucked into a whole[01:16.89]The ever floating karma of fried blind dog of the street[01:23.59]Our purpose for the one and only[01:27.89]Green form eats small headed breaded shrimp[01:33.49]Allowing several coats of makeshift lolly[01:38.29]On a lolly covered felt[01:42.59]Shook with fear from lightning[01:47.09]Falling several times in the wrong place[01:51.69]Soaking up blindly the wings of our depression[01:57.89]Floating up shiny columns of grey green primrose algae[02:04.29]The piston awakes to a small tiny fire within himself[02:11.79]Forcing the unwanted part of his mind into tiny fractions[02:18.29]Each plied with coconut scissors[02:22.59]All content, yet somehow familiar to Mothers everywhere[02:29.89]It's been days now since my childhood dreams were fulfilled[02:37.09]With crystal canyons and opera myths -[02:41.29]Its thousand legs dribbling oil like may rain[02:48.09]Over all-coloured mortar from way back when[02:53.39]This gorgeous thigh is resting under his elbow[02:58.79]Reminds me of clotted cream[03:03.19]All bloody from strawberry tobbacco juice[03:08.59]Hard halo of polystyrene pillow talk[03:13.29]Mothers' milk cooking in the breat of paisley blue silk[03:19.49]Like a mind in labour[03:23.79]Bursting the waters of afterlife[03:28.49]Drenched in the warm hot river[03:33.09]Containing everything and nothing.