Are we becoming moist through lust?
Perform for me this tea art.
Perform for me this tea art.
Sweet daughter, I know that laughter,
when you and I are together.
Let us live.
Solitary walks for tantra,
fiery pictures above dust,
the full glorious Rainbow.
the full glorious Rainbow.
Man, you never understood Beauty.
You saw them gripped, by virginity,
driven,
driven,
until you caught some bird.
Yes peace would dry up language.
Yes peace would dry up language.
My aesthetics you'll use up,
until you find a green glass body.
Communication looks for music.
Trust electricity, but never model.
Trust electricity, but never model.
To get her dangerous traitor,
the whipped tongue feels free.
You and I both like this freedom,
and believe in drunken dunes.
The animal I eat makes empty Death,
Clean sex and and electric pictures,
are models for granting respect.
are models for granting respect.
Tonight should the old gal win at dice?
I see sculptures, manic sculptures,
Praise my symbols, and their laughter.
