Far from the foggy ship yard
And lived in dusky wood,
I landed in symmetrical town,
The tallest towers made out of blood,
Plastic alien couples with piercing vacant eyes,
Babylon posters, babylon shops,
Feeding them their lies.
I miss your dirty fingernails,
Scratching on my skin,
Rough voice breaks into strands,
And gently parcels me in.
Now I twist the moon-cog,
Create a vortex in the ether,
Climb inside another word,
So I can bring you nearer,
But soon the spell is broken,
And I'm brought back into Leer,
As a facist policeman tells me
I cannot stand 'ere.
supported by 8 fans who also own “Dirty Fingernails”
Ewan Bleach is brilliant, his touch, soul and aura are unique nowadays. When I listen to the album it transports me to another world, his world. Then it's hard for me to come back to reality. Really enjoyable and nice. Many thanks Ewan to produce all this music for us to enjoy it. carsebe
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