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Odds & Ends #15: Strange

 


Husk, don't you believe in it? Why are you alone? I hear parties raging in your special certain language, are you too afraid to join? I'm concerned. I know you only come out every so often. Why not make the most of it, and at least rise for some strange?







Take It

Make believe

Call it fake

Bullish tales


Take em by the horns

Bare the hole in your chest

Fly it like a flag


Tell me now, what can I see?

I can see the colour red

And the bull can see my eyes

Matador missing, drunk to death






Right Yourself

You always told me I’d never be more than a sinner

Chewed me up like I was a five-course dinner

And I can see the back of my head

With the fork stuck in you’d think I knew your intent


There’s a thread at the base of my neck

Pull it, untie me, before I can regret

In my own blood birth me anew

So Frankenstein's monster can strut the street with a new up-do






Smoke in our Eyes 

See us at the corner

There since sunrise

Someone call the coroner

He’s in for a surprise


There’s smoke in our eyes

Smoke in our eyes


In a clouded stupor Sunday 

By Monday out of sight

Field of white nibs on the ground

Clean em up, they’re back by night


There’s smoke in our eyes

Smoke in our eyes







Bury yourself back down Husk. I'm coming with you.

So long,
Steffen



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