Andy Jones-- (Won't You) Dance in My Light?

Lulz... this is probably a throwaway song. Or something. Piecesez.


Water runs from the sink,
and I'm too lazy to know if it's on
or it leaks. And that is my weak
gesture at scene--now, throw me a clean
bone I can glean--a sun that would lean
over my dreams of rainbows of rings,
and trumpets of string made from a fair
strand of your hair that was soaked in the air
of tigers that breathe, lions that leave
tracks on the steps of your door, and what for?
so you receive it all, all these assets in hindsight,
but I'd rather bite than be bitten 'round, it was
written down.

La, da, da, da, di da da,
la da, da da di da,
won't you dance in my light?

I was born of a stream, from the eye of the king's
nightingale, she was singing an old song that she sang,
and her voice, well it rang, and my body it came--it was
covered in twang, and the spit that she spoke to me--prodded
and poked me, and cloaked me in irony, split me in twenty,
but now, tell me my sweet, what do you see in me? I'm thin
as a sheet, but you've got autonomy, and you'll always have that,
but I live in your flat--I'm the rat on the floor, when you've left
open the door, that you invite it to feed marbles of cheese
that you leak from your lips and your teeth and your hips,
and I live in your breath and the crest of your breath, and I lie with
your legs, and I sleep with your eggs--kiss the ovaries--still I see,
reason to think that you're leading me 'round, that I'm your re-
bound, you are letting me down.

La, da, da, da, di da da,
la da, da da di da,
won't you dance in my light?

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