XTC "Summer's Cauldron" |
Drowning here in summer?s cauldron under mats of flower lavaPlease don?t pull me out, this is how I would want to goBreathing in the boiling butter, fruit of sweating golden IncaPlease don? t heed my shout, I?m relaxing the undertowWhen Miss Moon lays down and Sir Sun stands upMe, I?m found floating round and roundLike a bug in brandy in this big bronze cupDrowning here in summer? s cauldronTrees are dancing drunk with nectar, grass is waving underwaterPlease don? t pull me out, this is how I would want to goInsect bomber Buddhist droning, copper chord of August? s organPlease don?t heed my shout, I?m relaxing the undertowWhen Miss Moon lays down (In her hilltop bed)And Sir Sun stands up (Raise his regal head)Me, I? m found floating round and roundLike a bug in brandy in this big bronze cupDrowning here in summer? s cauldronDrowning here in summer? s cauldronDrowning here in summer? s cauldronDrowning here in summer? s cauldronDrowning here in summer?s cauldron Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |