Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Greensward Grey, artist - Cinema Strange. Date of issue: 05.01.2010
Song language: English
Greensward Grey |
| There is blood on the hooves of the fawns on the Greensward Grey for they tread |
| through the gristle on the lawn today! |
| Don’t they see the roseate faces of my wives as they lay, disemboweled, |
| on the Greensward Grey? |
| This park is rank and slippery! |
| Skip and watch the kite tails, don’t trip on the entrails! |
| White, and ligamental blossoms jutting from the earth… when have toadstools |
| ever grown toenails? |
| These brains are old and tired but they have not forgotten my harem from |
| decades past, sundry screams for the beast in the backseat! |
| Springtime is mythical, blood can be pastoral brushed-on and painted after |
| they’ve fainted! |
| Pan-goats are criminal! |
| Hairy backs and abysmal breath like a brown bog, swamp-soaked and wet dog! |
| There is one woman walking on the Greensward Grey, but I feel she’ll be |
| followed by a friend or three! |
| Don’t they see the pink-spittle coating on my teeth that will seal every kiss |
| from my lips today! |
| I could classify dead, hooved animals! |
| I could catalog female corpses! |
| But catarrh ruins my breath when grasses reach and start my ending! |
| I could classify! |
| I could catalog! |
| I am sitting like a cyst on the Greensward Grey and my god! |
| There are satyrs who are damp and fey! |
| Iron-shod and so hysterical! |
| They lose themselves like dripping red fauna! |