Thursday, August 08, 2002

fragmentary lyric: Keep your filthy

fragmentary lyric:
Keep your filthy foriegn money
stuff yourself with milk and honey
olive oil, sweet and running wetly down your woven apron
Rest beneath our heavy datepalms
rub your temples with our balms
flowing waters bring you calm in rolling fields of saffron

So welcome to the Land of Goshen
dancing women fan the air
oasis in a foaming lotion
fragrant spices in a potion
sure to thicken up your hair

(this is as far as I’ve taken things… if it ain’t organic it ain’t worth writing...)