3000 Flowers
she was part of an inner circle
daughters of the mother land
like a ship
lit up at sea
with scars where its talons used to be
scars where its talons used to be
scars where its talons used to be
i was a slow learner
and i moved in flourishes
i was a late bloomer
i moved in flourishes
last man on the scene
fresh face on a dying scene
one hundreth of a wet black bough
one hundreth of a wet black bough
one hundreth of a wet black bough
i was clytemnestra on a good day
dispensing wisdom to the uninitiated
the initiates brought out in tumbrels
shat out by the dawn
shat out by the dawn
shat out by the dawn
and like a woman i was careless
as the wealthy american underground
wept at the sight of rhode island sinking
into the sea
and the sky
still reigns
supreme over the land
as the music lovers
sat cross-legged in the sand
and in time and in space
and in other words in a band
who, much like churchgoers...
and the sky
still reigns
supreme over the land
as the music lovers
sat cross-legged in the sand
and in time and in space
and in other words in the band
who, much like churchgoers, fuck themselves... up