Heartbeat And Sails

Intro

Verse 1

  Scoop my brains let my heart.....  thousand million lots..       in the

  Dumb city dawn I am senseless & ... sun as the blackbirds & the toppy...

 knots                            in..
Chorus 1

  Biting  down on.. great foam  world what is the looming thing?      Not

  Money, not....    happiness, but    this        which makes   me.

  Sing
Verse 2

  Scoop my brains let my heart.....  thousand million lots..      feel the

  Subterranean movement a fraction & deep under ocean       the celibate

  rocks                         has it
Chorus 2

  Borne me down?    Run me.... if I    give it a name.. contract it too? more

  Likely this..... growing in me like I           have grown          in
Bridge

  You

Verse 3

  Scoop my brains let my heart.....  thousand million lots..       in the

  Dumb city dawn we dispense with...  beasts that we....night grown lean on

  love
Chorus 3/Outro

  love which.. and  callous and.....  upon the birth..  morbid bloom is a

  child's sense of  impending doom... womb that is      ambushed,     in a

 womb that is ambushed,            in biting down on... great foam world

  What is a looming thing?       not  money not flesh.. happiness,    but

  This,    which    makes   me        sing                            not

  Money not flesh.. happiness but this  which  makes me    sing
End
Lyrics in full:
Verse 1
Scoop my brains and let my heart have action
In its thousand million lots,
In the dumb city dawn I am senseless and drawn to the sun
as the blackbirds and the toppyknots.
Chorus 1
And in biting down on the great foam world
What is the looming thing?
Not money, not flesh, not happiness,
But this, which makes me sing.
Verse 2
O scoop my brains and let my heart have action
In its thousand million lots,
And feel the subterranean movement a fraction
and deep under ocean, the celibate rocks.
Chorus 2
Has it borne me down?
Has it run me through?
If I give it a name do I contract it too?
More likely this thing has been growing in me,
Like I have grown in you.
Verse 3
Scoop my brains and let my heart have action
In its thousand million lots,
In the dumb city dawn we dispense with the forlorn beasts
that we were in the night, grown lean on love.
Chorus 3/Outro
A love which will pierce and callous and tumesce,
O upon the birth oath the morbid bloom
Is a child's sense of impending doom
in a womb that is ambushed,
in a womb that is ambushed.
In biting down on the great foam world,
What is the looming thing?
Not money, not flesh, not happiness,
But this, which makes me sing.
Not money, not flesh, not happiness,
But this, which makes me sing.