Pagoda is the mother of
The fish who sailed to sea
Investigate the rumors and
In time you’ll come to see
That every motivation has
A secret underneath
A dirty little happenstance
To drag you down beneath
Pagoda finds her memory
Lost long ago at sea
Beaten down to half an inch
Of all she used to be
Recovering her instincts
She hovers near the beach
And all those little memories
Are suddenly in reach
Poseidon is her nemesis
And Neptune wears her emphasis
It’s all a tangled seaweed mess
A Hollywood adventure quest
In love and life she has been blessed
But satisfy her emptiness
And you alone will warm her chest
As she fills her esophagus
The Mother Fish, The Mother Fish
Mother of all that you wish
The Mother Fish, The Mother Fish
Say hello to Mother Fish
The Mother Fish, The Mother Fish
Mother of all that you wish
The Mother Fish, The Mother Fish
Ovoviviparous Mother Fish
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It’s been so long
I can’t remember
How long has it been?
Serendipity is taking
My heart for a spin
Don’t remember anything
Or who I used to be
Been gone so long
That goddamn knows
It feels like forever to me
Disappearing memories fade
Into a great abyss
Garbage in, garbage out
Give us an insect kiss
Reminiscing of a time
That I don’t recollect
Mystery is calling
So I place my calls collect
Been so long
I can’t remember
How I used to look
Short and fat or tall and thin
Straight-laced or off the hook
Memory is fickle
Mind plays tricks on me
Garbage in, garbage out
This one plays for free
Disappearing memories fade
Into a great abyss
Garbage in, garbage out
Give us an insect kiss
Zero here reporting from dimensions off the map
Found my voice then lost it in the trees that drip the sap
It’s cold as hell I might as well curl up with a witch’s tit
Got this GPS but goddammit that don’t work for shit
My heart is feeling heavy as a sack of sod and bricks
My mind is working overtime hallucinating tricks
But this shit’s real and all I feel is numb from head to shoes
Garbage in garbage out, got the head-and-thorax blues |
Beat the clock, invite the crunch
No remorse and no regrets
Out the back door, out to lunch
Leave behind enormous debts
In too late to turn back now
Can’t turn back the hands of fate
Off the deep end anyhow
Aphrodite came too late
Off the deep end catching flies
Down and dirty, old and wise
Off the deep end, deaf and mute
Pluck all that low-hanging fruit
Onda bubl fezng nurt
Plezma boddle frazng blurt
Solda bubal flowdum hi
Arf-2 konga helltoo pie
Off the deep end anyhow
In too deep to turn back now
Where have you gone?
What have you done?
Where have you gone?
What have you done? |