Porpoise And The Hand Grenade

(albüm: Spit On A Stranger - 1999)

Patterns diverging
Don't raise the flag
For the sake of a volleyball
Bitters and rag
But you'll never try
Never collide
When wandering the piece of the shaking you try

There's the pattern of the marketplace
See the value of what you never had
There's the pattern in the target face
See the lick align when they flounder
There's a porpoise in the hand grenade
There's divergent ways that make me love you
There's an armature and enemas
There's a spangled life that you gin harden

Columns of acorn
Hail from above
Shaking the trees
Shaking my love
But my happy Monday
See that it's Monday
My everything is all the heart that won't run

There's a matter that we'd like to share
With all who are concerned about progress
It's a-never gonna get to me
Cause I'm broken and I know I'm wishing
You're a gib and chain
You're a cadent chain
You're a cadent chain
You're a cadent jane