Circe Songtext
von Agenbite Misery

Rows of flimsy houses
Rare lamps with rainbow fans
Round ice gondola
Stunted men and women squabble
Snakes of river fog creep.
From drains, clefts, cesspools, middens
Remorse and horror
They say I killed you
but mother... Cancer did it not I
Big Blaze. Might be his house
Beggar′s bush. We're safe
London′s burning
London's burning by
On fire! On fire

Kaw kave kankury kake
I'll do no such thing. Pig dog and always was ever since he was pupped
To dare address me! I′ll flog him black and blue in the public streets
I′ll dig my spurs in him up to the rowel
He is a well known cuckold


Blue fluid again flows over her flesh
Observe the oxygenated vegetable matter on her skull
ugly duckling of the party, deep in keel

Respectfully dressed and well conducted
Speaking five modern languages
He wears a dark mantle and a drooping plumed sombrero
He carries a silverstringed inlaid dulcimer
A rise on allsides stagnant fumes

What was the most revolting piece of obscenity in all your career of crime
Go the whole hog. Puke it out. Be candid for once
To have or not to have, that is the question

The mockery of it!
Kinch killed her bitchbody
She kicked the bucket
Our great sweet mother
Epi oinopa ponton
Spectral mother, emaciated
Rises stark through floor in leper grey

London's burning,
London′s burning by
On fire! On fire


Gazing unseeing into Bloom's eyes he goes on reading, kissing, smiling
He has a delicate mauve face
In his free left hand he holds a slim ivory cane with a violet bowknot
A white lambkin peeps out of his waistcoat pocket