shamane Songtexte
Thomas!land (Disc Two)
- galapagos sand sculptures
- we play crocodile abacus curling, more bales of hay than dressage turns
- i play mastadon charades with wooly mammoth shopkeeps
- they run the caboose, put confectioner's sugar in the cabana
- my pouch is full of rolled back odometers and fiddleheads
- the middle one is a kindle read
- even the mackerel brings the pasta to the river
- do they tell the sunroof to go way back like a drive
- watch babe ruth point at the parking lot motorola sign
- four different acres which tractor gets chocolate bars, tires made of mallomars
- those are two henchmen, their suspenders like a fruit leather collection
- i once had a nonchalant tea with a hessian
- he told me all this salad dressing is really just an aircraft carrier
- like four complete blocks, every basketball hoop has a lanyard on it
- i'm mogadishu brolic with every petal on it
- more calligraphy than hyperbolic
- your cowlick like four acres, vegemite, sanskrit
- the mascarpone's got milkshakes, which one has a slice of cake
- ranch on the side like a horse in the parlor
- the saucer and the jug!!
- at about ten different brunches we ordered the constellation!
- the tri guys soirée, it's like four inlets, all the forest strolls and morse code
- las vegas buffets, the clock is an amuse, the waiter loves you!!
- it's a big old watch your aunt chug an acre of wallpaper contest
- my entire wagon's got the skyline in it!!
- the pitcher came out the dugout with a pile of cashews like a bellagio fountain
- every mellifluous vowel on the speedboat gets sea lion roars
Hyori
- welcome to Hyori's!
- infinite goddess - infinite muse
- Hyori!
- Hyori and the stream, pebble toss
- infinite goddess - infinite muse two
- are they from the countryside?
- the guests have arrived!
- they are polite bikers!
- rustled leaves on the winter ger (Hyori love song)
- she can even sauté abalone
- to love her (prelude)
- to love her
- it's snowing at Hyori's!
- in a bowl she puts the borrowed eggs
- Hyori dinner show!
- infinite goddess - infinite muse three
- Hyori ocean saunter, porridge for four
- can we braise the sea bream
- picking tangerines, juicing jelly beans
- infinite goddess - infinite muse four
Hyori Two - from the porch to the patio to the ger, from a whim to the love to her
- the forest through the roquefort, the sheep are bouillon gliding, visors for branches
- ranch tuxedos laid over balconies for satsuma cordials, felix unger cummerbunds
- the maître d' told the bride to be let's get the blue one, you'll stir porridge, the ger's gorgeous
- glutinous calgary ski cabins, cabanas and cantaloupe tapas foam
- the abalone like ping-pong tourneys, takeout tremendous like picnic pallets
- halibut cakes on the dashboard, every scuba diver has a garfield fern full of soufflé crumbs
- which tree foraged for us, the forest the brush, hazelnuts in my hair, the husky to mus
- the spoonbill dropped the baguette, we tapenade roast the cipollini fronds (when you spin in the snow you just know)
- cascading mascarpone fountain, mofongo custard, my poncho mustard
- luxembourg pulleys, posies poised on the pulpit
- a sprinter in a sprinter, a drop of huckleberry preserves, uni pastels like petals in motion
- incredible credenza etch, throw some rosemary in the colander, watch it turn canonical, into a sketch
- a snifter of makegeolli, ferment the rice like hot springs, the compost, lacoste beets
- the glockenspiel tangelo dressing, more mezzanines per acre than your hay loft dryer sheet starter course
- coat the arch like langoustines
- my moat grandiose, village huts like sorrel in a copper pan
- the view of the lake, the stew watch it skate, every banana blade, how we bake the bread
- the train runs on the sand, dial up any portable ornament, take a sea cow to the pâtisserie, she got four dozen bonbon tins, the entire way home flapped her fins
- with a whisk and a sprig of raw camelbert, speckled window seats like snowflakes landing on qr codes, like rustic gnocchi bears
- to take a walk, to take off, the driveway is a runway, some runoff, a run-on, we run off, pick fronds, pick ponds
- the abalone like ping-pong tourneys, takeout tremendous like picnic pallets - part two
word world
- the bengal tiger saucier
- episcop(alien)
- with some tulle on i'm like a tulip
- my matterhorn guide put the cooler down
- mrs. fields recording
- squatch in the bunker, every trail mix like purslane and kombu fluff
- long time caller, first time listener
- blow a kiss, love the turning lane
- i put the klingon version on
- before all the larpers get quik gallons and curdled arbys
- flaunting flouncy blouses doused in gaultier like cool whip
- meteors that bounce off trampolines like rube goldbergs