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Music: Mercy / Casanova

Words: Mercy

Gyres of black birds in the sky,

new born turtles on the beach,

pets are running to the sea, chasing the safety,

all around a blinding whiteness

like the eye of God,

I can feel my shoulders on flame...

perhaps He looks at me...

fall down!

Birds of prey are searching for the meat

where's tender and air is full of their recalls

and these shrieks drive me to insane.

I'm completely alone, path's like turtle's walk

or a red hot naked stone.

This nature can be... disgusting!

There's some fierce divinity

kept secret in tribality

in sisterhood with the saltish pits

and aggressive reptile kinds

who's present at the eternal fight

among spermatic faith in white

and the menstrual gold-red palls

it don't have a human form at all! Right now!

In the sacred out of Lascaux

there's a bird-headed man,

he fights against a buffalo

and his penis is big and erect,

horned looks hurt and it spreads

its bowels on the ground,

lo! Dicks and red-blood cavities... again...

what can it mean?

What was the Zigguratth

and what about Stonehenge?

Perhaps they act like some plugs

and so the Tour Eiffel,

and then the gothic churches,

attributes of God!

Links of cosmic energies... hard ons!

I asked a crimson king

and he taught me to talk to the wind,

a Camel box long time I looked to learn

the message that it includes,

I saw the circles and all the pyramids

in Eastern Island I saw others dicks

but in the motion of a pendulum...

now I know

can't wrong a space-time drum. That's rhythm!

Some red hair people knows

and so a lot of Jews,

gnostic snake reveals something,

we'll need some discipline,

is Bob Fripp a templar?

Well! I'll meet him at rendez-vous,

at opposite of the fifth trails...

under the pendulum!

We'll meet under the pendulum,

we'll know around the pendulum