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Shake the Chandelier
If the 7’s are equal there’s milk in the glass
If the 7’s are equal there’s honey in the grass
Cows and the bees and the crickets they sparkle like the devil
There’s a dark carnation and a wrinkle in the road
A dark carnation to assemble and load
Between the rivers and the flowers the physician he concludes it’s a contusion
I wanna see the king drink his coconut soda in the February sunshine
I wanna grease the gears, clean my knife with crocodile tears
Blend it with the butter of another lover
And shake the chandelier
If you miss me from burning don’t let me turn to ash
If you miss me from turning, don’t let me flash
Don’t let me flash like a light or burn like a meteorite
Heavy Ornamentals [2006]
Shake the Chandelier