I am becalmed in virtue Lost to nothing on a bay of dreams Warm weather and a holocaust The tears of God flow as I bleed
Left to die by two good friends Abandoned me and put to sleep On a shore where oyster beds Seem plush as down And ripe enough for the luxor dream
Recall the dream of luxor How fluids will arrive As if by call or schedule Resume through the morning tide Where entry is by seaweed gate And plan the plan of dreams To lose oneself in reverb In all that is and all that seems
So ladies, fish, and gentlemen Here's my angled dream To see me in the blue sky bag And meet me by the sea
The oyster boys are swimming now To claim me back from the dead The creatures back from vertigo They fear to fall but haven't fell Will reclaim tries and try again
The oyster boys are swimming now Hear them chatter on the tide Of the lost and language lost Hear them chatter on the tide
We understand, we understand, we understand And so do i We understand, we understand But fright is real And so am i
So ladies, fish, and gentlemen Here's my angled dream To see me in the blue sky bag And meet me by the sea
The entry to lost vestibule Opens on the bay An instant shape of mercury Lost and then retained An instant is an eyelash Caught on the tide Imaginos! Below this bay And then besides...
The oyster boys are swimming now One deal is what we made Forest keys and whirlwind cold Green keys too and keys of gold Even locks that won't explode When the skies become a scroll Having lost it's interest See that's the deal we made Just to join the oyster cult The blue oyster cult
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