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letra de rush - jam baxter & jon phonics

(verse 1)
somewhere in a warm seedy side street
snooping round, way beyond reality’s benign reach
stretched across a web of cloud
dripping in divine heat, was i
picking bugs from my dried t–th
life sleeps. skies simmering
bright smile squirming on the face, eyes glistening
tongue one-foot sk-nking (dancing) round my mouth
brain still p-ssed that i dragged it out the house
there’s about
two ways to spend a selfish summer
chasing pigeon feathers or bathing in melted b-tter
pour yourself another
nothing says fresh (stylish) like a jug of gin
swimming round rusted red flesh
see me
in a sort of golden suit
night air like a creepy web-fingered old m-sseuse
thumbs deep in the muscle tissue
world scrolling past
whole crew like a tranquilized shoal of sharks

(hook)
with gold dust spewing out the mouth for ya
let me launch your feet off the ground for ya
roll up and roll back the cloud for ya
burn ’em out for ya
and hang around for the rush
so let me clean the dust out your mouth for ya
see a jet of rum burst out the ground for ya
this sh-t’ll roll back the clouds for ya
burn ’em out for ya
and neck ’em down for the rush

(verse 2)
impaled on a ray of light, spinning
spent the last day and night winning
and teaching every blitzed-out clown
how to drink down a fountain and stay alive swinging
crumb
too proud to care
watch the sunbeams bounce round the lair
my body painted on a thick cloud of air
let it spill into a waterfall and drip down the stairs
he saw the virgin mary burnt onto a slice of bread
b-ttered it and wolfed it down
waltzed out gliding west
polite request. meet me in that warm strip of sp-ce
squashed right between life and death
i’ll provide a mess, you supply the rest
idle hands pump pesticide inside the nest
blank faces in skin-tight spider webs
i rolled in amidst a gang of uninvited guests

(hook)

(verse 3)
flight of the unflappable
life of a young cannibal
chewing down every p-sserby
with the pace of a slug and the eyes of a drugged animal
roll through the capitol
city stewing in its juices
the syrup oozes out the brickwork
a true glutton feasts on any skyline he chooses
i was peaking
rolled up and stapled to the ceiling, heavy breathing
let the grease saturate my evening
we were dreaming
fresh out of quarantine, breeding
like ants in a bag of sugar feeding
i’ll meet you out creeping
among the melted faces
when humid summer nights drag them all out their cages
6am sedated
long days and fresh blood to boil them in
still loitering
and hanging round for the rush

(hook)

- jam baxter jon phonics

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