Bedouin

on an american farm
it was, it was, it was a halycon
i said we were face saving mutations
yeah, starving a con
in the light factorising righteous
and the ready steady cargo faith
baby, time sends in a temptation
like a cocktail monitor of a smart samaritan frank heist
a league of termites plays dixie
to remind the strangers reason of its food tooth
and the foul fix of the blank kidnapping time
i said, diametrically on some hillbridge
stupid in a small frame
wink dexter towards the throw off
i said, what’s a riot cutout in the smold of a man?
what’s a ticket for the coming?
so called revolution and insanity inside
she was a student of detonation
and Judas’s wax wise sight
and she did calm the qualm
by bombing fabrications
and she did calm the qualm
by bombing fabrications
a race at large revives the plumber range
and leaves the weather again
i ghost it for my freedom
i kill it for the sake of frame
and in the flown church chicken yard
a fortune of slaughter waits on the schooled swoon
to calculate fate and the kickback ancient
shaking sick in the dead of the light
i see only half and have old manners
the rest to be imagined by the seventh man
a tall story of hypnotic alliance
and every little thing every little thing
well, memories, memories go blind!
an inquisitive fellow says what burning is this?
yes well our insinuators are maimed
from the lessons we’ve learned
come back (come back) in the winter
we will show you the roadwork
and the map from chemistry
bedouin is a premonition
angeling stigmatic angles
she lights down hymn
like the wind
and blows the classic inside out
and beside her disappearing flight
uncanny musket-like
she’s distributing licence
she is she is she is distributing licence
bedouin