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Scarlet's Well - Lord Fishgarlic's Last Expedition lyrics
There’s a temple carving somewhere in the greasy green Of a coronation scene Hidden under insect-ridden vines The faces of these nobles has an artless hand erased By gibbons’ heads, replaced Perverting with accursed design But I recognise his trousers, and they’ve even carved the stain on And the figure in the background, wearing what looks like a turban And I remember Lord Fishgarlic went out on a cold December morning With the door flung open wide And his surly batman, Krinesh, by his side Further up the river, there’s a village in a marsh And the people, short and harsh Their platter, mostly mint and grubs The men’s eyes, framed in monocles, from local timber wrought A kind of golf, their sport Played with human femur clubs And the women keep his footsteps, in dried mud upon an altar And they feed their young ones porridge when their faith begins to falter And I remember Lord Fishgarlic went out on a cold December morning With the door flung open wide And his surly batman, Krinesh, by his side I met a bitter shaman on a dirty little knoll Sticking pins into a doll Who, seeing me, jumped up and said “Babah, mu-mu, Garlic! Babah, fishy-fishy foo!” With that, his face turned blue He clasped his chest, and fell down, dead At my feet, the ghastly idol lay, its mien malefic Trout-bones were the limbs, the head was garlico-cephalic And I remember Lord Fishgarlic went out on a cold December morning With the door flung open wide And his surly batman, Krinesh, by his side |
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