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LUGUBRUM LYRICS
"Heilige Dwazen" (2005)
1. Holy Fools Embodied
2. The Kiss on the Anus
3. At the Base of Their Tail
4. Though Chained
5. We Slyly Sucked Stolen Bread
6. On Anemone Meteorites
1. Holy Fools Embodied
In spring I did not sleep for forty nights
Nor did I change my underwear
And the grass-stalks along my arduous path
Sang that it was good
For they witnessed my fasting
Surviving on spiritual beer
I became Christs; a whole bunch of them
We flogged each other
In our ferocious dance
Spinning like dogs behind our tails
And none of us changed his underwear
2. The Kiss on the Anus
A kiss soft like moonlight
On a volcano crater
Unleashed hellfire into my face
Scorching my beard and eyeballs
Merging time, space and matter
There was only the smell of Uranus
There I held the world in a grain of sand
Like the masturbating fish
I abandoned all hope
3. At the Base of Their Tail
My ship stranded on a rock
Colonised by sticky beings
With unsound perception
I stood and stared into the rat's eye
Malingering gleam
Betraying the organ 'Kundabuffer'
I severed the tail
And ingested the poisonous tentacle
It tasted not of home
I dined on my loved ones
My smell was not my own
4. Though Chained
I have already seen the Black Prophecies
About the earthly demon's trap
And all it's illusions
Brothers, let us break the chains
And pee liberally on those
Who point their pigeon beaks
Within safe range of the flock
Dancing bears, be unleashed
Upon your ruthless spectators
Be free, radicals
To destroy my structures
I have already eaten the desert sand
5. We Slyly Sucked Stolen Bread
We had no need for teeth or wits
We lost both while eating bananas
And wearing furry hats
Luxuries we solemnly rejected
In favour of hard pilgrim life
And public masturbation
We had no need for bathwater
Our aura repelled the undead
And perturbed the diplomat monkeys
Who jumped and whined
But had to applaud our stealing
6. On Anemone Meteorites
After mashing our provisions
We loaded them
Onto our longtime sunken ships
Thus we left the busy rock
Taking some sticky beings
As food for our pets
Who guarded our anemone meteorites
Kilpreno's away
In Canis Major
Home of so many me's
So many crippled masters
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