IN THE FURNACE OF THE SUN:

Feathers don’t make you a bird

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MAP OF THE HEAVENS:

Put your money down,
Spin the wheel,
Desperation,
Magic Seven

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INTERNAL ORGANS:

Your smiling eyes in the morning,
Dressed in Blue,
Steering the Arc through the deluge

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THE NUMBER OF THE FEAST:

The first thing I see when I walk out into the street,
A painted dog,
It’s that kind of day,
It’s raining saints

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PROTECTED:

Green comes in threes,
Red’s on it’s own,
Ostracised by all the other colours

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RIPPED:

You feel like you’ve been run over,
You fell out of the sky,
You found silver when you were looking for gold

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CORNERED:

Smell the room,
Spell the room,
Infinite pancakes,
Shinty weapons,
No problems

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DEFORESTED:

What have you got to give us hope?
What have you got that’s fantastic?
A garden on the roof?
A missile in the sky?
Oh!
Erotic!

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CUPPED:

Cars with naked wheels strum guitars,
Key rings,
Heels,
Sexually inept,
But politically correct

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BOARDED:

I had a dream about a burned-out car,
It was beautiful,
It took me for a ride up a volcano

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