![]() ![]() ![]() There's a poppy snake in a dressing roomĪnd metal skin and ivory birds There's a poppy wreath on a soldier's tomb Screaming in a ritual of sound and timeįloating drifting on the air conditioned windĪnd drooling for a taste of something smuggled inįunneled through valves and smokeĪnd charging elephants and chanting slaving boatsĬharging chanting down the jungle line He paints the cellar full of fernsĪnd he hangs a moon above a five piece band With his hard edged eye and his steady hand They'll eat a working girl like her alive Rousseau paints a jungle flower behind her ear Through the class on park and the trash on vineĪnd the deep deep heart of dixie blue ![]() ![]() The mathematic circuits of the modern nights ![]()
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