Silver Rocket

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Furt ty samý Stodůlky: Maják nebo Brooklin ???

pár kapek, pár kapek už padáááá ! Ah příííjemnej vlahej vítr !

Hábova furt nic, už by to chtělo. Zasraný dusno.

Tento večer asi ztrávíte s rodinou, ale ta vám může něco vyčítat, proto se spíš jděte někam zavřít a tam si studujte nebo se klidně dlouho zasněte, tak se uvolníte dobře.

V ruce sekyru maje, já šel jsem na petržel
a usek' jsem si ruku, v níž jsem sekyru držel,
v níž jsem sekyru držel.
Věc divná připadla mi a neskutečná zcela,
vždyť přece druhá ruka, ta ulétnout mi měla.

jo bez zpocený prdele, vítr se zvedá vláha přichází, ach běda běda...

ty voleradsi chladno a prehanky nez tohle PRISERNY dusno, fakt bez prdele.

Stodůlky Za lužinami, voda už už skoro na spadnutí !!!

Stodůlky?!!! Sousede!

Thirty-six miscarraiges, waiting for their fate.
He'll set em up for another birth, so they'll spread, his seed and his name
Geometry is an art, and an art is a faith, sein'
Lines and angles and lines and angles and lines of angels cuz lines are angels but
Some angels are good and some angels are bad
And this beautiful vision is driving him mad, sing

Father of a geometric vision
Father of an invented religion

Motherless children they're motherless children
their father made love to himself in a dream
and the semen he bled and the seed that he spread
still wait to be born through the seed that he said
was the way that his code would survive his own death
kill all the rest
eat all their heads
take their nutrition and leave them for dead
cuz if they can't be born they were born to be bled because

all his
life he's
seen it
comin'
potent
frozen
waiting
motion
inevitable
like a car crash
or a bursting damn
or volcano
its just tension and release
tension and release
and when it all goes down he'll be waiting like a thief with a notary public and video tape

Thirty-six failed visions, each with a different face
One sees atoms whose soft masses lie stable but wait like a nuclear bomb
Another sees sex in this motion, sees shapes that sink and dissappear and then
Reappear as stars condensed into a single, boiling, pulsing, patient point
They're waiting for a Big Bang
They're waiting for his senses to grasp

The quiet foreplay of the fertile eggs
The barely touching spheres and planes
The slightest friction is a sweet romance
That like any other will corrupt or collide

Thirty-six soft eggs ripped from the womb and laid on a table
Their tender kisses arouse him, he sees the potential for exploding life
A shaft in a hand, a bullet, a wick
A manual gland, a snare and a kick and a crash
And when it leaves us it keeps us attached
To love is to free but alas
The umbilical leash in our hands
And then we're nothin' but little league dads and military ads
Gettin' our K-K-Kids to K-Kick some ass

But what would you have done
I said what would you have done
With a gift so damn ambiguous could be an apple or a gun
But it's a horizontal firecracker
horizontal firecracker
horizontal firecracker
horizontal firecracker

You only live once, but you're dying all the time
If you're not gonna have kids why not leave a record behind
mine is a vinyl baby, being born as we speak
His is a lovely number down in permanent ink

Father of a geometric vision
Father of an invented religion

Callin me high on the telephone
Came by plane all alone
Spend the afternoon making a speech
Speech made you nervous that you couldn't eat
You came to show your mad love
You came to tell it's not enough
Come and erase me and take me with you
Kiss me I'm drunk, and don't worry it's true
I want to show me how mad is your love
Come and attack me it's not gonna hurt
Fight me deny me if I fear when your close
Let's make love and listen death from above

You knew my ideas when they were in my head
They were my secret evening plans
Wine then bed then more then again, wine then bad then more then again
Run run run, to make your heart shake,
Kiss kiss kiss will make this earth quake
I'm gonna get what I'm willin to take
This gotta worth the miles you made
Come back I'll warm you up,
Make me breakfast, I'll make it up
You're so talented I'm in love
Let's make love and listen death from above

I'm back with a smack, and I'm ready to attack
Stare at my lips and I see they were wet
I know how you're doing by loonking at your pants
And this is how we call it a comeback..

Screaming your name on the microphone,
Going back home all alone
Listen to the tunes that you sent to me..
Listen to them good company
I want to show my mad love,
You have to know it's not enough
Come and complete me, stay here with me
This is all true, it's water I drink
I want you to show me how mad is your love
Come and attack me it's not gonna hurt
Fight me, deny me if I fear when you're close
Let's make love and listen death from above

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