a little everything else
You steam our unstable eyes and glass
Not get passed off through my bird lips
as good news
Still we can find our love
down from behind
Down far behind this fabulous
my turn rules
Beetles and eggs and blues and bells
and eggs and then blues
Beetles and eggs and blues and pour
a little everything else
You steam our unstable eyes and glass
Not get passed off through my bird lips
as good news
You'll have the hardest black and
dullest knife
We hanged your pass and start being as
you in ecstasy
(Still being cried and laughed at before)
Should I be sewn in hugged
I can by not saying
(Still being cried and laughed at from light to blue)
And should I be hugged and tugged down
through this tiger's masque
And should I be sung and unbroken by
not saying
You mind not saying
He'll have the hardest black and
dullest ignite
(Still being cried and laughed at from behind me, from gains)
We hanged your pass and star being as
you in ecstasy
(Still being cried and laughed at from behind me, from gains)
Should I be sung and unbroken
by not saying
(Still being cried and laughed at from behind me, from gains)
Hugged and tugged down through this
tiger's masque for key
* * *
Esta es una de esas canciones que no significan nada.
No, en serio. No significa nada. El estilo de los Cocteau Twins era hacer poesía abstracta, casi futurista y utilizar más que todo el sonido de las palabras. La interpretación y la voz son bien sensuales, I like... (full disclosure: with the right voice and the right pronunciation, I'm easily aroused...)
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