paroles de chanson Summer's Cauldron - XTC
Drowning
here
in
summer's
cauldron
under
mats
of
flower
lava
Please
don't
pull
me
out,
this
is
how
I
would
want
to
go
Breathing
in
the
boiling
butter,
fruit
of
sweating
golden
Inca
Please
don't
heed
my
shout,
I'm
relaxing
the
undertow
When
Miss
Moon
lays
down
and
Sir
Sun
stands
up
Me,
I'm
found
floating
round
and
round
Like
a
bug
in
brandy
in
this
big
bronze
cup
Drowning
here
in
summer's
cauldron
Trees
are
dancing
drunk
with
nectar,
grass
is
waving
underwater
Please
don't
pull
me
out,
this
is
how
I
would
want
to
go
Insect
bomber
Buddhist
droning,
copper
chord
of
August's
organ
Please
don't
heed
my
shout,
I'm
relaxing
the
undertow
When
Miss
Moon
lays
down
(In
her
hilltop
bed)
And
Sir
Sun
stands
up
(Raise
his
regal
head)
Me,
I'm
found
floating
round
and
round
Like
a
bug
in
brandy
in
this
big
bronze
cup
Drowning
here
in
summer's
cauldron
Drowning
here
in
summer's
cauldron
Drowning
here
in
summer's
cauldron
Drowning
here
in
summer's
cauldron
Drowning
here
in
summer's
cauldron
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