Songtexte Hammerhand (feat. Mowgli) - Mowgli , Old Apparatus

Light as a feather
Stiff as a board
Gold of a thousand mornings
Spun in the yarn
Chewing the grass
Salt of the sea
Forms glow neon
Corpus callosum
Doors open lotus
All in magnolia keys
Loaded pellets
Frozen kinetics
Motion sensor down
No sense of ground
Both legs are bound
Umbrellas float lemmings
To sound high as the heavens
Stitched to the floor
Ball in a ball on a string
Spinning orb on a whim
Split to the atom
Satis crushed mud in a balm
Spat a satellite station in each breath
Poured in the sink
Picking lord of the chimps
Sword in the shoulder
Hawk in the wings
Talk of the solar order
Split coordinates
Audience all called to the jinn

Tied to a tether
Invisible cord
Remember being what you ain′t evolved into
Pregnant with meaning
Grey slopped in soup
Paper bib to neck
White sheet to dribble on
Call it channelled intercom
Planet in a box
Batteries included
Pattern to confusion
In bullet points
Pop it in a blender
Static in a pot cum cup
To pull a tooth in
Summer love
Smuggled in a moth bitten suit
From the cupboard of dementia
Remember screaming
Please paint me the colour of adventure
Paisley and white
Like tunnels to the Mecca
See the threads loosen
Where'd you get that?
Animé armbands
My buttercup commodore
Sunken in the manga
See you at the wit′s end
'Til then
Chip chop
Click clack
Clip clop
Tin men
Ship wrecked
Cuddling the anchor
Cupping the illusions
Canderel
They call it dance to the gamelan
Clasp of the hammerhand
Last of the summer wine
You're more than the sum of parts
Son of ours
Some say spun dry in sunshine panacea
Fork tongue licks retina
Call it thumb print of editor
Hermes′ daughters
Die and inherit the wind
Lend me your skin
Set me in fridge
Hand me your limbs
Swish, gargle and spit
Lather and rinse
Tear me a portal
Or crumble remembering
Half a second you′ll relive forever
As basket reaches delta
Trip to milina
Squeezed in a psilocybe beaker
And heat to melting
Silence epitome of speaking
Thief in a sheepskin blister
Life's ocean
Crystal existence
Time strolled in

Hyper-enveloping
Ever in awe
Every synapse snaps relentless
Sight of land on re-entry
Enters to never leave
Ever felt like the first born bird
Looking at his shelled siblings?
Sort of metaphysics
Sort of meta fizzing in the cooking fat
Of Gethsemane well wishers
She said never let lips betray author
It display order
Picture frame drawer
Cliff to bay faller
Picture maim aura
Flick the paint to hit
To fit the page corner
Never live to see guys menopause
Just squint and make smaller
Unwrap round toy
Profound joy
Seeing plurals
Or just sit and lay dormant
Ticker tape falling
Superluminal trick of the hand
Simmering pans
Sit and shit, puke
Pray to the turtlehead
Circus edge sword say
Remember being red stained white sheet
Denim lemon scenery
All prime colours mixed make grey though
Little wiry play-doh arms
You′re one shade short of rainbow chard
Cable car shard off pulley cord