Hieronymous Bosch from Bush Ghosts by deaththreads

Harmonious Bosch
All washed up from the bleach
As thelonious monk just sits and
Plays the keys

But in the garden of earthly delights
We can be whatever you may like

To a moment of
Paradoxical lucidity
While we’re taking off our
Paradoxical undressings

They say my liver’s bad
Well let it get worse
They say that death is coming
Well let it take it’s course
I know that when I go
That I’ll go on my own ‘cause
Every living creature dies alone

Harmonious bosch
Still washed up from the bleach
Sitting on the porch saying you don’t know
A thing about me
The myth of razor chan
Mixed with Gurgles and Bugman
And the marriage of Judith Ann
Hasn’t been going as planned

They say my liver’s bad
Well let it get worse
They say that death is coming
Well let it take it’s course
I know that when I go
That I’ll go on my own ‘cause
Every living creature dies alone

• Experimental
• avant garde
• beckley
• folk-punk
• noise
• Abraham