dressed/IN A MATTER OF SPEECH - Le Butcherettes

I was only a figure dressed in a matter of speech

How could my mother place doubt in me when loose ends come from motion of space?

She knew a son who gave himself to all within the threat of Saturn-magical-myths

Love came to us in an instant

Not knowing how to prove to ourselves

When we finally made it

All hell was put to the test of survival

The moors of Tzar gave us a parting gift

Our girl was born on top of lucid sands

Sweet natural child puts old doubts to rest

The night is red yet here she lays

Inconceivable loners

We found each other one summer evening

He was right there beside me

As Fellini’s credits were rolling

Some years had passed before too long

The seed of dawn had formed a sorrow less song

Sweet natural child puts old doubts to rest

The night is red yet here she lays

Sweet natural child has saved us from death

This fear has gone as she appears

Been unapproved for far too long: it’s good

Won’t feed their need for feeling need: it’s cool

So much wasted time in fighting love

Dressed in speech no more

Our lives belong in another world