Bom bang, tideli dang, yrvaken frisyr och ekande bestyr.
Krökta fastän raka från början, lyssnar på magiska toner, undviker smörjan,
orgel sköljer över, hör ingenting.
Albatross seglar djupt under vågor
med stora förmågor, distansierade bilder är gröna, submerged.

Could you follow in key, could you also be?
Taking time with strangers in the street,

I am you and what I see is me

two separate glances meet,

I take you by the hand and help me understand the best I can

The blanket shreds its neck - daringly trying improvisation,
coherent abjunction, funkadelic smoosh.

För du förstår nog allt vad du vet jag hoppas det består,
lyssna på kottar som faller...
Han frågade om den andre vill ha ett glas vatten
Hon svarade den fjärde till den femte ta mitt jag menar min vas
Event lätt rätt viskande, svisch svoosch -

Lesbianic sex real fresh drop ya dress.
Now that you've tried and you know I haven't lied
lie bright at my side pull my hair and scream and



Kiss me real slow like in ultra-rapid
you're a real fierce savage lover
take me like you always did
sexydelic style - over!

Obstinat självreferat tillika delirium in ad inifitum
stödjandes på sin arm reser sig den som sover i sovsäcken
kliar sig i ögat tar sin stund är ändock just kommen från sovande blund
söker med det kliande ögat möter två andra - ler, ger mer.

Sounds one couldn't relate to anything in physical reality,
'I did hear someone say to be careful with an axe',
maybe it is something from other planes,
having sailed all seven seas more than once,
me and my lover did pounce.
Pushing the molecules in the air feeling them hit us
as we pressed against them
we walked, barely, staggeringly, trying to move,
the only thing in our mind: 'is this how to groove?'
drawing closer, ever so curious, as to what will happen,
wait a minute, it's going to-

we walked into, venturing inside each other.
Oh, oh, my brother, my brother. I love you.

Stir my pot, stir it over and over - clover clover clover.
The wood neath the floor with markings glowing,
tells you, this is it, this is why,
cry, if you like, it's beautiful.

The river is laughing, and the laughter changes,
although it sounds the same,
you never really can say its name,
for if you step into the river, it's hard to miss
eternal bliss

the river changes as do you
and like you said -

beauty is to watch something ever changing
much like love