'Pon a hill a green bird sat
Her owlets in
Woven deep beneath the caves of melted steel
Stalks a
Trucking down by the roadside
Met a man with a
This is a song, that I wrote when I was
Cat Black, you know she`s back
Been six weeks since
Change
Change change change see it all the time
Look
Broken English words cracked the air like a bell
She
I want to give every childe
The chance to dance
Conesuala, Lady tailor,
Weaving deep beneath the sun,
Making things
Take me down to the country honey,
Take me down
Dug & redug & dug & redug redug.
O Debora
All my days are leafy blue
Because I'm not with
O dreamy lady
Won't you come
To my bed
Night is the right
Eastern voices calling to you
Mystic magic oceans of blue
Torch girl of the marshes
Her kiss is a whip
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