I’ll be stavin’ to the grave:
When I see that pearly heaven,
Grab in its teeth and clef in
The notches that we met when
Stavin’ meant forever,
Off every jump ‘board mentor,
Every kick back member,
And a whole panoply that slew -
Of both flora and fauna
(Formed in weird arcana)
Of shapes that are thrown:
Some leave a print when put down;
That’s stavin’ off with potatoes -
The brisket of love…
- A brisk ‘tet bleeds tete a tete
Like manna from heaven above!
That’s where you go
When, Lord knows,
Your repeater
Runs out of whirrrrr:
Um, loud - I know you don’t care -
A clef in the cheek
That I’m turning there:
You stare enough, what cooks up?
Some piping hot stew -
Dug in like eternal
Breath out on show,
Grabbin’ in that pearl,
Loaded up like brand new -
That took us back by the ear,
Like no picture, no words,
Drew ever so clear…
Yeah, I’ll be stavin’ to the grave:
When I see the pics I’ll believe ‘em,
‘Cos I’ll have been through ‘em -
All for a tune - was the worth the slidin’ in…? Or the blew it? -
- The grave. -
I’ll still stave.
For the few that
Do it too - oh
So brave!
