we have to pump life in this comatosed universe
not even jupiters breathing, he's stopped
covered in thick gaseous clouds and a detox could not be concocted that quickly...
mercury fought for control
a bottle of pills spill down the black hole
cathoder bag, i.v. in connection
to the last ripe vein in god's body...
cathoder bag, i.v. tapping into a bloodstream to balance the fever...
cathoder bag is so full, overflowing as the rings spin under the needle...
plastic tubes running from planet to planet to planet...
cold ice, blue...
to transfer the salt and the plasma...
cold venus, ice blue, anemic, losing her moons
many moons, falling, fade or divide
over and over, until an invisible size
or the dust was inhaled
lining the walls of our nostrils and under out nails
grey gave the mode of a glow, the shade of a dare
now get out, go, glide, dive and fly away...
get out, go, glide, dive and fly away...and fly
plastic tubes running from planet to planet to planet
credits
from
Jack Parsons Moonchild,
released 04 May 2010
cris nyne: vox
colin comstock: guitars
sarah comstock: vocals
jamie zillitto: bass, keys
stephen chopek: drums, percussion
joanna howard: vocals