Lyrics Magog at the Maypole - Hypnopazūzu

Magog at the Maypole

With nothing hymned but just
The CockCrow omnipotent
Oh, we all know the groves' drone
And its stippled promises
And I just heard a young woman say
«The bag of tits later»
But so late for the crows
Who touched her with their paint
Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE
Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE
Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE
Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE
Herded cows towards her
Her HelloHead nodding assent
To execution dark drawn in
Blind Spain, blind hand
Hit me with dark tiled eyes
Hurt heart, tip the Brock cap
Eating FireColouredFun
Dreaming marble
Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE
Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE
Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE
Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE
Eyes flick through space
Licking unlipped at Main Street smash
Tracking smack and noise
Rhyming «MaidenHead» with «Snow»
Printing smut in the Ship sheep greet
And fire in your heap peeps:
ALL THINGS MADE NEW
Those are the sparks that are life
Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE
Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE
Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE
Neither coming nor going but WAS/IS/SHALL BE