Pena – Captain Beefheart – letras

PenaHer little head clinkingLike uh barrel of red velvet ballsFull past noiseTreats filled ‘er eyesTurning them yellow like enamel coated tacksSoft like butter hard not t’ pourOut enjoying the sun while sitting onUh turned on waffle ironSmoke billowing up from between her legsMade me vomit beautifully’n crush uh chandelierFall on my stomach ‘n view her>From uh thousand happened facetsLiquid red salt ran over crystalsI later band-aided the areaSighedOh well it was worth itPena pleased but sore from sittingChose t’ stub ‘er toe’n view the white pulps horribly largeIn their red pocketsI’m tired of playing baby, » she explained’n out of uh blue felt box let escapeOne yellow butterfly the same sizeIts droppings were tiny green phosphorus wormsThat moved in tuck ‘n rolls that clacked’n whispered in their confinementThree little burnt scotch taped windowsSeveral yards awayMouths open t’ tongues that vibrated’n lost salivaPena exclaimed, « That’s the raspberries