Swamp bread

You in the swamp
Swamp lakes, swamp takes
on Earth it is you

 In the bar full of alcoholic crocodiles
Broken benches, wooden beams and braces
It´s there you´ll invite me to tatoo your soul
under the bald cypress trees
smooth trunk fanning and flapping into the juice

Oh the hollow trunk holes
mouthfulls of words overheard
overfed
Dusty dirt roads bending down and bowing to the noble swamp bar

I drugged the air to be humid
And gave the popular locals laughter roots in their throats
throwing up grin,s cackles and snake hissing giggles
empty bottles and patrons falling backwards after the seventh litre

In the swamp
Swamp likes you, rubs you down
water´s stale you are the world but the swamp is not

And you´ll pirate them out
gold coins boxes of happy thoughts
I´d want to rent your two cheeks
so that wonder can measure your grin
I´d swamp right into you
wanting to know the moves

I´d drug the air about you
just to see the beads sweetly form
The drugged air vibrates and gets wetter
worshiping the sweat that runs across your skin
slowly you melt

The swamp promises the world
but knows little more than mud and decomposing debris
among roots and humid air all the way up to the rooster canopy
the eyes change color and mystery swings in and out like a vagabond
but it´s a poor proxy for the world child
don´t heed what they declare