THE COMING OF A COCKY COSMIC SUNRISE (A Lullaby For an Ace)

(The Singaround Project)

Eccentric Visions, Persistent Visions, Visions that remain forever vague and closed to a civilian. You can learn this song by heart to soothe your ace.

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My guy,
With a magpie on his shoulder, 
Waiting, focused, totally primed,
To grab the moment and start picking
At my guy’s hapless pair of eyes.
Consumed by fear and a sense of thrill,
Coasting down, but staying still.
The coming of a cocky cosmic sunrise.

Chorus:	The dreadful magpie slowly blinks, 
                It changes its black feathered plans,
                And with a grin but without delay,
                The magpie is gone, it is far away. 

My guy,
How to throw a clever fit,
To confuse, dispel and present as false,
Or be the schmuck , and lose your wit,
And put the blame on someone else.
You’ll dream to live like a daffodil,
Coasting down, but staying still.
The coming of a cocky cosmic sunrise.

Chorus:	The dreadful magpie slowly blinks, 
                 It changes its black feathered plans,
                 And with a grin but without delay,
                The magpie is gone, it is far away. 

My guy,
I’ll descend to your depths,
I will visit your nightmares,
Unravelled braids drying up all the blood,
Centuries’ trap….
You will dream of old age and being peacefully ill,
Coasting down, but staying still.
The coming of a cocky cosmic sunrise.

Chorus:	The dreadful magpie slowly blinks, 
                 It changes its black feathered plans,
                 And with a grin but without delay,
                The magpie is gone, it is far away. 
© The Singaround Project 2019