Cocoons -

[I'm your delivery man

Trailing with the places I’ve been

Glasgow smell stuck in my hair

The scent is dissolved like effervescent air]

What we gonna do?

What we gonna do with you?

Knock, knock, delivery ma’am

Glasgow smell stuck right in my hair

The scent is dissolved like effervescent air

And I’m trailing with the tiny bits of all the places I have been, yeah

Back in cocoons

What we gonna do?

What we gonna do with you?

What we gonna do?

What we gonna do with you?

She said

«Fill me up with packing foam and plastic

Oh, send me recorded delivery»

Then she starts repeating:

«Bootleg, bootleg, bootleg my thighs

Bootleg, bootleg, bootleg my thighs»

Back in cocoons

[I'm part mean and I’m part crude

And I’m all assembled to be your food

I was sure these gears were queers for nineteen years

You’re a hostage to fortune and it’s mine

And as these five horses you call your senses

Drag you through your days

I hope you’re enjoying this

‘Cuz being will have me in an early grave]

From a blue skied oven

Bathed in Z-11

To minus 20 at the smoking bit

The smoking bit in bitter berlin

And like the sun you get at everything

Dissolved and bleaching landscapes brutal

How do I recognize the un-scent/unsent?

How do I know what you really really meant?

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