Fur Mink Augurs

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Bob Mould - Pop

Fur Mink Augurs

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I feel the tension of a thousand mittened fingers (So sorry, baby, watch out for stormy weather) Beyond sensation, building loudly as it lingers (Don't worry, maybe you'll stitch us back together) Manic inside, amphetamine ride Ego splits into pieces Dark as a cave, my soul is so frayed EKG it decreases I feel the tremble of your nervous aggravation (Who turned the lights out? Don't step on a broken mirror) Way more than anxious this vibration leaves me wondering (We're spinning downward. Did we lose our moral centеr?) Empty inside, ketamine ridе Smoke filled floor of a disco Chemical taste, a gallon of waste Good times everywhere we go Bottle of wine, neighbor so fine Let's just call it a bromance Scorn and the shame, a bushel of blame Oxcart everywhere we go I lose my grip, I lose the wheel, I lose the center line I'm slipping deeper, tripping feet, ripping inside Is it crazy, is it frost, is it winter? Is it crazy, is it frost, is it winter? Last chance, last dance, the last gasp of winter Deep freeze, lungs wheeze, final breath of winter Where is my fleet of fur mink augurs? I need my fleet of fur mink augurs!

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  • Bob Mould