The Dancefloor Clinic
(lyrics by Tyrann)
The earth is calling
The flute's enthralling rodent mammal muridae
Before the blooming of a new age,
Renaissance takes death for granted
Xenopsylla Cheopsis cutting a caper
Cavorting on the oeuvre of Ferdinand Loh
In the cadence of hooves' adagio
White linen garments beckon eagerly
As every third is found prostrated on the hearse
St. Rochus, St. Sebastian,
Bless us from the scourge of mankind
Semen sowed in septic seedbed
Bodies' buboes budding freely
Flagellating flesh-furrows
Doctor Beak, the juggler
Conducting his dreaded bâton
Exposes random lung and boil
The maestro of the mortals
Spins obscene pirouettes throughout the operating theatre
Hemidemisemiquaver tarantella-scherzo
Caravacan Phylakterium: get thee hence, blackest of plagues!
Your lymph-notes' rhythm
Is symptomatic of
S.evere A.cute T.anzwut S.yndrome
Expelle pestem a me et a loco isto et libera me
Col tempo, la tempesta
Gluttony satiated? |
