Our Great Sweet Mother

© 2017 Robert Morris Black / Leprechaun Club Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


 Switch off the current
Silence all
The mountains awake
In the cracked looking-glass of a servant
There I stand
Myself must I remake
The sea....the sea...
 
The knife-blade
Her memory offended
On Coronation Day
I can’t remember a thing
Just ideas and sensations
Mutations and decay
The sea....the sea...
 
The sea, the sea, the snotgreen sea
The sea, the sea, the scrotum-tightening sea
She is our great, sweet mother

I sang alone to dark chords
“Love’s Bitter Mystery”
She was crying in her bed
For one beastly wish
That she commissioned for me
The sea....the sea...
 
The sea, the sea, the snotgreen sea
The sea, the sea, the scrotum-tightening sea
She is our great, sweet mother

Horn of the bull, hoof of the horse
The sacred pint unbinds the tongue
My twelfth rib is gone
My quiver is full, my bow is strung
I will not sleep here tonight
But I won’t be sleeping at home
I serve two masters
Usurper, usurper, usurper, usurper

The sea, the sea, the snotgreen sea
The sea, the sea, the scrotum-tightening sea
She is our great, sweet mother

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