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letra de slick oil - lightman jarvis ecstatic band

sergio splurged all the cash on crude ovaltine outfits
and arc designer visions
so in order to get that son of a b-tch back
you design an immaculate cistern that allows you to extrapolate
the inner tubular bells of your software and coalition
while simultaneously compiling the residual will of the ancients
and their silk robe circumferences of do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
and before you know it expand! expand! expand!
until you avalanche a blazing dash of laughing, leaking supping cup
of magma jewel cinders slipping up and spilling over
into an atomic haste like molten, hеavy glass
tearing tears
a fluid turbulencе into the sweaty upholstered fabric
of reality considered cool by your eldest aunt
and all of her wicked friends who wear dull red leather, yellow leather
down on the dirty desert dancefloor
who’s wet and wild for the past? “not i” said the fly with no wings
who’s fueled by the renaissance flare
swirling uranium hum swarming
high on the p-ss of an apocalyptic ting
yes! the future is metallic beyond electric and gas
it’s galactic, 8d and the interface is fading fast
sanctioned by the j.f.f.l. and soon to be under subpoena
i had only the viable option left
and that was to flow bechamel
dingy, side-eyed, staccato
along the river to mask my gold secrets
buoyant and opal
demurely, water riffs documentations of quicksilver
urging wet and spitting out loose, happy jewels
affiliates’ deaths i title “vicarious harmony”
jelly rolling my chic all the way home
in the hours i should be leaving, i relay the day
face down like a morphing pool filled with circular leaves
swirling around aromatics
a profound dementia
flowers pressed to impress
flowers forget me not
flowers, all flesh but don’t f-ck it up
flowers following fast
this years birthday separated from the sizzle
swaddle and take on the mess like a double bubble
homesteader versus a few years back
writhing with coven
reason is cross-legged at the chateau marmont
peaked in renaissance perfume
i was a plebeian sieve of my own ontological dustbin
so no one could casually crush me in the corner
with my head still sizzling
instead, i would quietly sweep strands of sticky spider silk technology
back into its own orb ecology
a feedback loop of a fractal soundtrack
with a sacred bpm of 69 becoming one shake direction
#webdesign #winkdeep
a large lake transformed itself into a wide body of grass
earth’s last first and its vibrant, wet strands of chlorophyllic chorus
whispering, waving a currency unknown
#harvest #earth #electric #earthofficial #sp-ce #age
swish, squish, splash
and now that i’m all misty in this denim oblong cave
can you kindly come over and make me avalanche?
heavy on the slip and slide that streams down swiftly
and sound listen to your frank and harry dome perfume
now become your infant country baker
your loose-jeweled soothsayer
your favorite rink-a-d-nk drink of smooth galactic soda pop
omen foaming molasses shake until you finally break
and cut me down with those other heady deli rollers
crusaders of mars and corporate gold slogans
who sing of elsewhere and iridescent lakes
sip sop sip sop
and you’ll haphazardly gaze with a king size sincerity
at the evergreening tides and a champagne frenzy
that we rode over once, now twice now
and all frozen over like an olde translucent tooth beside her
royal jelly thighs swimming lavishly impulsively
pulse, pulse, beat into the universal stew where
our organ flavored waters are an ancient star pack
waving madly like money until we say stop

- lightman jarvis ecstatic band

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