Magic OZ from Badway by Don Rhaiin

MAGIC OZ

Here again,
In a broken night,
Keep on walking.

I am,
Probably inside,
“Frozen hidings”.

Givin’ back
On a hill sand,
To the dark night,

Fear, wear,
Crawling inside,
Twilight lightning

Kill, perish down.
Can’t perish now.

I dipped it out,
There in the ground then,
Deep by your crawl,
Kissing permanently

Sure points there!
So, use the points to draw

And there is a civil call for you,
Rotten tea in prime, given that “lil stone-in”.

For the ills, still pills then.
For the ills, still pills then, certainly done.

Forming proselytes , so damned drunk,
Fucking impressive dirty hands,
Forming your rotten private dance.
Till they all block you, here is the end

And keep hooking a bunch.
And keep hooking a bunch.

And keep poking a bunch.
And keep poking a bunch.

• Alternative
• garage
• kraut rock
• new wave
• post-rock
• Doganella Di Ninfa