Cloud Makers from Flail by Casper's Nutbag

Cloud Makers churn the sky so purely white
Our hovercrafts collide into the lime sherbet and ultramarine
Pulsating through dreams as my manta ray sings…

“Oh, jolly good day, my dear! I’m so glad that I’m here. Sit on my back and hold on. The connection is clear! You have a satellite dish and a 500-foot tower picking up my signals funneling straight into your shower.”

Let me wash you with my tears
Close your eyes and fly toward me
Let me wash you with my tears
Tears of pleasure, of course
Of pleasure, of course

So I lie, and you lie there, sucked into our beds. Transmitting our love. Yes, transmitting our love. You see me throwing a vase with only a towel around my waist. You like to see me. Yes, emeralds pierce. My banding wheel turns. My hands form the earth. A little piece of God flows from my mind to my hands.

Let me wash you with my tears
Close your eyes and fly toward me
Let me wash you with my tears
Tears of pleasure, of course
Of pleasure, of course

Do you remember the night? The moon was bright, but it was cold as dry ice. We climbed to the Maker’s mouth. Our toes curled around his lip like a diver on a springboard not wanting to lean forward. And then we jumped.

Tomorrow night, sometime, let’s venture to Cumberland. We’ll pick some fruit from the sagging trees. Juice will run down our cheeks, and we’ll feel the breeze on the beach.

Let me wash you with my tears
Close your eyes and fly toward me
Let me wash you with my tears
Tears of pleasure, of course
Of pleasure, of course

We’ll straddle our manta ray and listen to his song beneath the Cloud Maker’s dream and the ultramarine.

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