You Are A Wild Wind Lyrics

You are a wild wind

That blows upward and downward

Your starter button

Grappling hook and high-powered magnet

Located under the driver's seat

I can see it now

You are easily flattered as your ego is so fragile and flaky

Your strong need for rock'n'roll

Means a singularity

With your prick out

Wanking into the microphone of solid matter

On the far side of a sheet of glass

Just after dawn and eighty feet straight down

Shot your bolt onto the floor

Staring at the screen

He squinted to see it sink to its resting place

A negative void nearly two hundred feet below

Like magic everything fell into place

Barefoot uncaring

Into the crack on the video recorder

I thought

My God she really likes it

Whatever she felt

My little weapon was not adverse to her plump pubis

But within ninety seconds

Ping

Total organ failure

The situation was extremely fluid

And instantly went limp

Dripping over her

A tiny tremor

Oh shit

But

Dark Sun grasped my penis and wanked it furiously

I whimpered in agony

Holy shit

First with one two handgrips on my love machine

A flaming erection

I felt the circulation surge

I was nearly ready to shoot

After weeks of nosing round the congested streetscape

Of ruined buildings squats bedsits and anti-matter

Motorway services

City blocks passing in a blur

Through the metal handles

Thin rectangular conduits

A big widescreen TV

Wire-rim glasses

He slouched and sniffed

Little juicy twots

Smoke trails

Custard powder

A crystal ball

His arm

His hands

His bum

The café

Unlocked conversations

The game plan

The hopeful glimmer

The shrieking siren

Groans of delight

Bright-red posters

Teaching notes

He tasted spray tan boxer shorts

Jeans and vomit

He kept checking his phone

Checked the piece of paper

His contact at the university had sent him

He was about to turn away

When he noticed that the door

Was now revealed

As a nerve mound

Of stone and plaster

That mainly emanated from her body

Squinted his eyes to focus his frown

A stack of rock that grew to incredible size

In a local nipple landmark

Imprisoned between my thumb

And folding realities of video pre-production

Silhouetted against the sticky light from inside

Six sisters six

He was sitting

One leg on either side of her

Flapping his hands

It was a machine here on Earth

That is somehow removed

It is lowered onto the remainder

Resting on the stacked boards

We lower it just as we raised it

And this time

Sealed it between them