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Silent Hedges Lyrics
A gut pull drag on me
Into the chasm gaping we
Mirrors multy reflecting this
Between spunk stained sheet
And odourous whim
Calmer eye- flick- shudder- within
Assist me to walk away in sin
Where is the string that Theseus laid
Find me out this labyrinth place
I do get bored, I get bored
In the flat field
I get bored, I do get bored
In the flat field
Yin and Yang lumber punch
Go taste a tart then eat my lunch
And force my slender thin and lean
In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams
Of black matted lace of pregnant cows
As life maps out onto my brow
The card is lowered in index turn
Into my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn
I do get bored, I get bored
In the flat field
I get bored, I do get bored
In the flat field
Let me catch the slit of light
For a maiden's sake
On a maiden flight
In the flat field I do get bored
Replace with Picadilly whores
In my yearn for some cerebral fix
Transfer me to that solid plain
Moulding shapes no shame to waste
Moulding shapes no shame to waste
And drag me there with deafening haste
Into the chasm gaping we
Mirrors multy reflecting this
Between spunk stained sheet
And odourous whim
Calmer eye- flick- shudder- within
Assist me to walk away in sin
Where is the string that Theseus laid
Find me out this labyrinth place
In the flat field
I get bored, I do get bored
In the flat field
Go taste a tart then eat my lunch
And force my slender thin and lean
In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams
Of black matted lace of pregnant cows
As life maps out onto my brow
The card is lowered in index turn
Into my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn
In the flat field
I get bored, I do get bored
In the flat field
For a maiden's sake
On a maiden flight
In the flat field I do get bored
Replace with Picadilly whores
In my yearn for some cerebral fix
Transfer me to that solid plain
Moulding shapes no shame to waste
Moulding shapes no shame to waste
And drag me there with deafening haste
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Following the silent hedges Needing some other kind of madness Looking into purple eyes Sadness at the corners Works of art with a minimum of steel
Pure sensation The beautiful down grade Going to hell again Going to hell again
Self confidence leaks From a thousand wounds Faults of civilization Burning the private paradise of dreams Minus hands of the electric clock Clock x3
What happens when the intoxication of success has evaporated?
Pure sensation The beautiful down grade Going to hell again Going to hell again Again x3
I have a lot of strange dreams and usually when I dream there is a song playing in the background... for one dream this song was the soundtrack and it was a particularly odd dream... one that I feel deserves to be made into a video. I might turn this into a video soon... and also "Hungry like the wolf" I know that all this has nothing to do with the songs meaning but I just thought I would share some of my nonsense with the masses!
these lyrics are wrong
hmm. this is in the flat field.
A lot of these lyrics seem to come from the book 'Brave New World' by Aldous Huxley...
That is correct azyma.
"It was in the lowest spirits that he taxied across to his work at the Conditioning Centre. The intoxication of success had evaporated; he was soberly his old self; and by contrast with the temporary balloon of these last weeks, the old self seemed unprecedentedly heavier than the surrounding atmosphere."
""Precisely. But that requires the most enormous ingenuity. You're making flivvers out of the absolute minimum of steel—works of art out of practically nothing but pure sensation." "
"Bernard, by this time, was fast asleep and smiling at the private paradise of his dreams. Smiling, smiling. But inexorably, every thirty seconds, the minute hand of the electric clock above his bed jumped forward with an almost imperceptible click."
"Bernard, by this time, was fast asleep and smiling at the private paradise of his dreams. "
Brave New World, 6th paragraph of chapter 13: "Henry detected the weariness in those purple eyes, the pallor beneath that glaze of lupus, the sadness at the corners of the unsmiling crimson mouth. ..."