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Secret Picnic Spot Lyrics
There's a secret picnic spot;
A place for us to greet,
to stretch out our feet.
If we go there now with blanket and basket
and lay down in the tall grass --
spread our things out and feast:
meet the setting sun with our blank slate;
our distractions concentrated on the eight by six piece of wool.
As darkness seeps through the trees and spreads over our secret picnic spot,
we'll dig in.
Dig with our hands, tearing the roots.
Digging.
Scraping.
Digging.
The moon comes up howling,
-- Racing.
Digging.
Scrapping. --
breezing dark across the sky;
caught in the branches;
swaying up and over
through the clouds and black.
Starless.
Secret.
Basket turned broomstick;
a hayride across the big blue and black.
Buried.
Deep mounds of dirt and stardust covering up.
Eight by six piece of wool draped over fine lines:
the curves of the feast.
This is our secret picnic spot turned inside out and made pure by the heavy wind
and rustling leaves;
from now 'till we greet again,
joining hands and feet --
tender teeth,
digging and scraping...
Tender feast;
Moonlight sway, over all.
A place for us to greet,
to stretch out our feet.
and lay down in the tall grass --
spread our things out and feast:
meet the setting sun with our blank slate;
our distractions concentrated on the eight by six piece of wool.
As darkness seeps through the trees and spreads over our secret picnic spot,
we'll dig in.
Dig with our hands, tearing the roots.
Scraping.
Digging.
-- Racing.
Digging.
Scrapping. --
breezing dark across the sky;
caught in the branches;
swaying up and over
through the clouds and black.
Starless.
Secret.
a hayride across the big blue and black.
Buried.
Deep mounds of dirt and stardust covering up.
Eight by six piece of wool draped over fine lines:
the curves of the feast.
This is our secret picnic spot turned inside out and made pure by the heavy wind
and rustling leaves;
from now 'till we greet again,
joining hands and feet --
tender teeth,
digging and scraping...
Tender feast;
Moonlight sway, over all.
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this is a great song! glory be and praises. the secret picnic spot: a world just for us, a place of beautiful sacred ritual, of terribly sacred ritual, of rewarding and thoughtful and grim ritual. it happens to be fairly medieval, gothic even. But tender. Basket turned broomstick; a hayride over the big blue and black.