Muse Me
Reaching tac-a-tile, A feeling every motion.
Can't stop dying slow, poison is emotion.
Jazz doc dishing dust, politics a-plenty.
Hot air everywhere and acid spitting at me.
Raw sound roaring out, insects buzzing at me.
Wire hair sucking on electrostatic battery
Pink soul seeping out of cracks within my fingers
her voice showing that her youth and beauty lingers.
Oh lord, here she comes.
Back and back and over the rungs.
Up and down like a balalaika.
20cc motor-biker.
Love me.
Soothe me.
Shiela
ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-muse me.
Velvet, like a witch, a fashion for a fury.
Chain-mail stuck in jail, a cecitistic jury.
Lost lost, all is void, her brightness makes me darker.
Wood flesh, crack, ignite my iron with a sparker.
Slick crow, let it go, a running in a rain storm
black/grey here to stay, you got me hearing footfalls.
Chase lost, naked, cold, a lacerated raiment
love love love and then depression for the payment.
Oh lord, here she comes.
Back and back and over the rungs.
Up and down like a crimson spider.
Black the steed and white the rider.
Love me.
Soothe me.
Shiela
ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-muse me.
(solo)
Green jade in the shade as light and colour dances
here I'm all alone with only lost romances.
Dead box with a heart and voices to remember...
long nails, lick a finger, pity on my gender.
Love me.
Soothe me.
Shiela
ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-buse me.
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