• Oxen of the Sun5:33

Oxen of the Sun

© 2018 Robert Morris Black / Leprechaun Club Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


Send us bright one, send us light one, quickening, quickening, and wombfruit

Hoopsa, boyaboy, hoopsa, hoopsa!

Human fecundity leads. Mother’s maternity breeds
Infant nativity. Nine bloodflows to eternity

Hoopsa, boyaboy, hoopsa, hoopsa!

Promiscuous copulation. Reiterated procreation
Five days prior to ovulation, fertilized incubated population

Hoopsa, boyaboy, hoopsa, hoopsa!

Before born bliss within womb won
Bag full of rapeseed rattle and run
Hoi Polloi pop and perish one by one
To kill or not to kill: Oxen of the Sun

Hoopsa, boyaboy, hoopsa, hoopsa!

A maidenflower to deplume. Word made flesh in woman’s womb
Nine months later we assume obedience from cradle to tomb

Hoopsa, boyaboy, hoopsa, hoopsa!

Winds of desire blast the thorntree.  Times ruins build the mansions of eternity
Bestowing splendors of prosperity. Bless our ancestors refusing chastity

Hoopsa, boyaboy, hoopsa, hoopsa!

Before born bliss within womb won
Bag full of rapeseed rattle and run
Hoi Polloi pop and perish one by one
To kill or not to kill: Oxen of the Sun

Amid the vacant hilarity, debauchees diddle the Almighty
There’s no reverence for the deity in the seminaries of frivolity

Hoopsa, boyaboy, hoopsa, hoopsa!

The lewd with faith and fervor worships Our Lady of the Cherries between two lips
Beef to the heel like a Mullingar heifer…Bluggy drunk gum! I’m jiggered!
 
Hoopsa, boyaboy, hoopsa, hoopsa!

Before born bliss within womb won
Bag full of rapeseed rattle and run
Hoi Polloi pop and perish one by one
To kill or not to kill: Oxen of the Sun

Hoopsa, boyaboy, hoopsa, hoopsa!

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