Jesus hangs behind the glass Above Venetian doors His window box boasts crimson flowers Fresh cut the day before
And you couldn't find a smile If you nailed it to his face But Jesus Christ hangs his head with grace
And if Venice is sinking I'm going under Cause beauty's religion And its Christened me with wonder
They come in bent-backed Creeping 'cross the floor all dressed in black Candles, thick as pillars You can buy one off the floor And the ceiling's painted gold Mary's hair is red The old come here to kiss their dead
We made love upon a bed That sagged down to the floor In a room that had a postcard on the door Of Marini's Little Man With an erection on a horse It always leaves me laughing
"In every battle the eyes are the first to be conquered..."
- Tacitus, Germania
"One must work in solitude as a man who opens a clearing in virgin forest, sustained by the unique hope that somewhere in its depths, others are working to the same end."
- Ernst Jünger
"I find that I must go handsomely, whatever it costs me, and the charge will be made up in the fruit it brings."
4 comments:
Gold digger #1
Jesus hangs behind the glass
Above Venetian doors
His window box boasts crimson flowers
Fresh cut the day before
And you couldn't find a smile
If you nailed it to his face
But Jesus Christ hangs his head with grace
And if Venice is sinking
I'm going under
Cause beauty's religion
And its Christened me with wonder
They come in bent-backed
Creeping 'cross the floor all dressed in black
Candles, thick as pillars
You can buy one off the floor
And the ceiling's painted gold
Mary's hair is red
The old come here to kiss their dead
We made love upon a bed
That sagged down to the floor
In a room that had a postcard on the door
Of Marini's Little Man
With an erection on a horse
It always leaves me laughing
oooooffff. vunderbar. JRF
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