Slow Walk from Moro by Mockbirth
Tracklist
| 2. | Slow Walk | 5:34 |
Lyrics
Slow-Walk
Tiny toad in my midwife’s blanket, brought to mommy in a fluffy new home. Lips and udder juices up my Sunday supper, grateful mush hovering behind the foam. Print my steps on a photo in the album, craved my mother in the phallic age of four.
Keep it groovy!
Found my shadow in a minor’s supple habit. Pant my evenings with astray local mutts.
On gloomy boards I overcooked my white rabbit and in the attic stocked my luminary hats.
Lost my mind for a Mary in a station,
went to bed ‘fore summing sheep and adding stars.
Keep it groovy!
Sin and night my two kitties in a basket,
Into flesh while a wide blue moon.
Took a seat and watch the people moving faster. For a gift I lit my choice of fume.
Rest my eyes for a while on the ceiling,
for a year I fucked a bitch up on the roof.
Keep it groovy!
Got a scar where my sight gotten sharper, every now and then I leave my senses home. Taught and teach the way of tiptoe and mutter, rock the bed until I please my boy-drone.
Set the clock to start screaming in the morning, let no dreams to come between the pad and me.
Keep it groovy!







