"Crop-Dust" as written by and Mark E. Smith....
It is cruel and blind
And does not compensate
The brutal fracture, leaves sprout all over
Out in the heart
Of the garden

Your liver is one
Your brain is eight-twelfths of thought off
Your liver is one
Your brain is eight-twelfths of thought off

A quarter of the brain is left to see it in twenty-five lines
On your mindset
Infra-skunk-structure

The editor bedraggled, stumbled
Some were hurt, some dazed
With film crew, their equipment strewn
On the new development
And the rain hurtled down
Over the riverside complex
Still not covering up
The ominous thunder of the hymn

(Deep in the sounds of your mind)
(You feel there's lost time)

'Chanted by skyscraper tall
Skyscraper tall World War One
Soldiers in greatcoats and pickelhaube
Joined by
The old
The old
Singer from Manchester
In the 1990s

Brutal fracture
Leaves sprout in the heart of the garden
A quarter of brain is left to see it in twenty-five lines
Twenty-five lines


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"Crop-Dust" as written by Spencer Birtwhistle Mark Edward Smith

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