Cloud of Evil - Blackout Beach

And I think there was men before who were too scrambled

By Donna’s awesome awesome power

But did any of them ever fly?

And by fly I mean moving in and out of the crescents and into the indentations

and the golden crescents of the sky?

The pink flowers are dying but everything everywhere is occasionally getting

into the dying

See William, see that brown speck on top of that Irish island that is sure

proof man that everything is sometimes into dying

I never liked that co-pilot now even less

Since he took my laughter and bled it upon the altar of his own designs

Slit my joy’s neck

Drained it of its blood raised a sacrificial goblet to himself and the virulent

power of his own fucking loins

Decelerate decelerate

The aeroplane is diving

Out of gold

And if we go slow enough I might drop to bombay

I might sense the green air I might be dropped out of phase

I wish the pink flowers away