Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Sunday, June 10, 2012

I can see the swamp inside your eyes


the swamp is stewing
wants to know what you are doing
wants to come over to your house tonight
you two could be real friends
go all the way around the bend
maybe something will grow inside
too close for some i do suppose
might just give you a fatal dose
when the water starts to rise
i can see the swamp inside your eyes

the mantle is a thin made crust
the earth will shake it into dust
best get your pan for the fish fry
we all get hungry here in the heartland
we get our plates from the 'gator stand
whip out your tail and let it ride
down is the focus of our desire
down is the locus of our fire
down is death in a wedding gown
you can hear it splashing around
splashing around
when we've eaten you
we'll close our eyes
and say good night
say good night
say good night

all the guests made a getaway
but they'll be back some day
on account of the way things are
hard to be afraid of the end of the world
we were the chosen, we were the pearl
but things have gone too far
we'll never get our deposit back
we don't have time to even pack
we were the moonlight, we were the stars


the swamp is stewing
wants to know what you are doing
wants to come over to your house tonight
you two could be real friends
go all the way around the bend
maybe something will grow inside
too close for some i do suppose
might just give you a fatal dose
when the water starts to rise
i can see the swamp inside your eyes


down is the focus of our desire
down is the locus of our fire
down is death in a wedding gown
you can hear it splashing around
splashing around
when we've eaten you
we'll close our eyes
and say good night
say good night
say good night

we were the moonlight, we were the stars

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