
Date of issue: 27.04.2014
Record label: Fake Diamond
Song language: English
Poem Found in the Pocket of an Amazon |
Juices flow in the jungle, |
rocks fall and nothing at all is sacred, in the jungle, |
lips sink down to endless sips in the waterfall |
in the river tall, |
warmer than the sun hidden by the green, |
in the jungle, |
bugs procreate like it’s innate to constantly seriously date |
underneath the leaves in the shade, |
no sharp blade, in the jungle, |
heaven’s sake, cold and straight? |
Not in the jungle, hooray, my arm all the ruckus in the jungle! |
More than a mate, no stove but tons of bait, |
you’re never late, in the jungle, I just ate. |
Snakes maybe, hold on to that branch, no not that one, |
come down from the tree top, |
we could gather some fruit and have a party, |
come correlate we’re naked or slimy muddy or brown, |
look at that small dawn the long dusk the hot night the monkeys yapping on and |
on — a never ending charm. |
ooh ooh ooh… |
… ooh ooh … |
I have a big itch somewhere in the jungle, |
a big itch, in this here jungle. |
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