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letra de legend's stone - totem of the heart

verse 1
in one satin dress she sashays
waltz in distant atriums
she shudders in one constant howl
nestled flower through spear-grass waves

verse 2
slipper satin lingerie
love-dew dims our crowning day
heaven has it, and so do we
we’ll re-embark the pairing swallows
up high to the noon of sultry day

pre-chorus 1
back in our caravan
we play an evening!
clawing at our cigarettes
and waving to a sun-kissed feeling

verse 3
as the noon recedes and we’ve wandered
on the downswing estuary
where sweet turns sour, and what we’ve become
under waterfall, through oblivion

bridge 1
fashioned by a fairy
all folk that love the rose
blooming aviaries
where blessings scarce repose
late night sunday evening
i saw her sweeping soul refrain
with her seraphs bright and gleaming
through moonless void to sob pain

pre-chorus 2
lions in streets, matted coats
tyrants in a country, caravels and boats
blind commissioners, wagons in fares
come build a home in such empty stares

till’ we flee from town, on white bread and such
morose figures, where iron blood’s too much, huh

breakdown – (spoken poem)
donations and alms on empty hands
honoured by praise, trail and death;
stares in a real world
one with vicuna coats
and dappled lateen for safe cover
the burnished crinoline frames
the chronic metal heads
that stand in long-drawn lines
under final combustion of the still life that caters society’s deep sleep

to hunt my jewelled crown
is a real struggle, real fight
and though she slips like a queen
weaving seamlessly through such desperate night
(along with a thread and a golden gown)
she drifts among the curious onlookers, the cheering crowds
that waver and grow in such gilded occasions
through the impulse and delight of my wanton machine
bridge 2
well we’ve squandered
ah, we’re stoned
where we’ll soon wander
n0body knows
across the street, the barren land
among the co-rs- dirt and garden walk
chimney corners, where bleak winds blow
there through silken forests, our country’s talk
we are one in an infant’s grave
bitter children, too late to save
she was my queen and i was her fool
regular dancing, we do by rule

i bear a burden that might well try
and a tear came to my eye
where she hides in tantrums that notion and stir
another whole fifth life, and it strums a gentle blur

- totem of the heart

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