Pagan shutters described at shrineDark stems large elephantineSerpent seasnake zebraUp love and deliver your good speechOf youth and perfect skinSkygazing free of sinClipped at the hip peglegged and crackedExpressing trivial concernAnd then I long .I’m the frequent weaver who burnsShaft birth pride of pityGoing back from country to cityCome home now to surround youYou’ve no more to learnWho do you think you are? I’m the frequent weaver who burns [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/g/guided_by_voices/frequent_weaver_who_burns.html ]
