13 June 2012
<daydream>
Carry me in arms so tanned, Before taking me to be damned, Lay a rug down over the nettles, And let me kiss all your freckles, A living, moving carpet of green, Truly a beautiful country scene, Blue, yellow and red flowers too, Let's wake up warm in the morning dew, We will sway with the wind, Perfectly designed, Deep voice to growl in my ear, Just as singing blue birds appear, Hold my hips gentle and strong, Never let me feel I've been wrong.
<Back to Reality>
What's that, my dear? You've got pig muck on your ear! The hay's made your nose run, And that bale weighs a freckin ton! You think I can take on that boar? You've got to be kidding! He's three of me or more! I'm covered in shit, piss and semen, Perhaps I should've stayed a demon! Oh sorry about the smell, I know some don't get along with it well... But still - destined to be, Right? You and me, "In perfect harmony." But then you run from a passing bumble bee! You're more of a pansy than a girl, And you're certainly not a county earl, So you make £65 a day, But then smoke it all away! I could live with the pig smell, (... Err... ) But not kissing an ash tray as well! I think you'd better stop that perv-ing, And that naked-mental imagin-ing, Cause, "matey", just because it's spring, Doesn't mean I'm up for a fling!
For the Love of a Farmhand • Opuss № I