🚀 go-pugleaf

Anyplace in England would be Hell, would ' not?  For me, at least, the
Sunshine in New York State is not too too too well let's say too slick
off the stone (how bout the drip drip down yer ice cream coney) y sozo
sucio.  I've got a theory I've been living with as long as yer arm, as
long as since the ice age been gone, long as the line outside Picadillo's
on cheeseball night and blah blah blah.  Sort of this:  I can only hear
it, can only take it / feel it when it's deep within the fuzz, embedded
first, whate'er it be, in the pink of void.  Help, someone send me
seven seconds of radio noise in SVX8 or on one a dem funny rubber tapes or
what?  I dunno...  Hu... Hu-elp! {Help!}  Need it, Ned, .... in a fuzzzz, oo.
I say
This
This is the magic hour
This
This the magic sound
This
This is how they run
This
This is how they kiss the ground

This is how they wait for the magic hour
Mm Mm Wait for the silver gun
This
Wait for the magic power
Wait for the sun
How they kiss the ground
How they run

Mm Mm Wait
Mm Mm Wait
Mm Mm How they kiss the ground
Wait for the magic hour
How they run