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June 17, 2002
MUFFIN LOGIC - bambi
Muffin Logic (Eleven Teen Torturkammer)
I’ve been hanging to woo, I can't pinpoint I miss, past the dawn I walk, somewhere a heart that breaks in no time or place.
Eleven teen sweet float jets guns violins, today in the hollow shack tomorrow down by the river comes, with cowboys a special plan some free action, crying waves, feathers, trees tumbling feet tickling moving, switches cracking the fender down, up on the wall dreaming in the torturkammer.
What’s to come is what’s left, behind birdie I got a trumpet, rust and sick and sleepy, a play waves thru skin deserts, doors and trees and reach shelters at distance and summer, shall arise sand guide you thru game plays, crying run I can't of tin drums and fire, breezing me down in the torturkammer.
Shake bracing dust sweet, midnight dogs nails, send me back unreadable to Graceland, more wild women with sticks, rattling on the hills at dawn, come up in the hollow shack, dream of sound sound soundglasses, dusk falling broken, one keeping the other up, up in the torturkammer.
Black and white blonde, with cash spat six six sixteen, walk vanity fair out, were you only wrong in the darkness remix, lie down with too much heaven, down mincing electric cats, stirring the lingo from one side of nowhere to man on the moon, the sup song boils down the torturkammer.
Like black songs a funeral, the winter's wheel spins blurs and vanishes, the preachers the moon bright , smashing their teeth and once there was a girl, with a voice two with thick glancing and hairs, all over the woods chants, spins off the train fast slow and deep grinding, land opens locks and safes away, in the torturkammer.
I’ve been hanging to woo, I can't pinpoint I miss, past the dawn I walk, somewhere a heart that breaks in no time or place.
Not exactly facing, not exactly turning away, not exactly frowning, not exactly smiling, lurking by the door.
© Fortunato Caragliano
Posted by lck at June 17, 2002 03:52 PM
